Wednesday, April 16
I was busy with planning for my business trip to San Francisco next week. I have stacks of projects that I am working on, some with deadlines, some with rolling deadlines, but all needing my creative attention. I like having my work all lined up for me. I like the organization I have created in my office. As for my trip, and going to San Francsico, it might be noted that the eel is in the city by the bay. And it is unlikely that I will see the eel, then or ever again. Which goes to my original point that the eel and salmon, by the parable, only pass in the sea on their way to opposite directions. That may very well be the end of that story. The thing about the future is that you have no idea what it has in store for you – you can only assume what you think might or might not happen.
I went to the gym and got a good workout in and reflected on my salmon status, back to the parable. No eel, and worse, no salmon (plural) out there. Problem is, I want to swim around with a great wild Copper River salmon, damn it. I’m looking around but I’m tired of waiting for the salmon to return from the sea up the longest river for their one chance to spawn. Yes, I swim in complicated waters.
When I returned from the gym, I noticed Shadow’s dish of food hadn’t been touched since last night. I hadn’t seen him around here since yesterday morning. I wasn’t ready to worry about him just yet, but, I was hoping he’d come around soon.I watched the first hour of the Primary debates taking place in Philadelphia. I’m leaning towards Hilary, but I really don’t know what I want out of this upcoming election, other than change and compassion in our government. The Primaries are so weird to me, kind of like political rock star battle of the bands concert tours. After just an hour I had to change the station. I left Washington, DC for many reasons back in 2004, but a big reason was an obvious one.
A segue from DC, and following my previous notes on the Dalai Lama’s Seattle visit this past weekend, it is worth noting the Pope was in the nation’s Capitol today. Pope Benedict’s visit was to highlight his interest in reaching out to college aged American Catholics and to spend time with victims of the sexual abuses scandal. Similarly, the Dalai Lama sought to reach out to children over the weekend, to spread the message of compassion. I believe both men lead with love, faith and an ability to teach the world peace and enlightenment. My mom and I talked about this Pope and that he had a tough act to follow. This is only the second Papal visit in America, and, while I think Pope Benedict isn’t as charismatic or dynamic as his predecessor, I think he still has great potential to make his mark.
Also, my mom reminded me that a year ago today the shooting at Virginia Tech horrified the campus and the nation. She mentioned a candle light vigil on campus today. It’s crazy to think about that day, as it unfolded. My dad had sent me my VA Tech Hokie ball cap that I got when I used to go to sports camp there as a kid. During the last two years of college, I dated a Hokie and spent a lot of time driving from Sweet Briar to Blacksburg. It’s haunting to think about the horrors of the violence and lives lost in Virginia just last year. It just reminds me of the constant need for peace and compassion.
So, after the debates, I turned my attentions toward another vote – American Idol. I was curious to see who’d get voted off. Oregon’s own, Kristy Lee Cook, said her good-byes tonight. She was the country chanteuse of this season. I didn’t love how she got so defensive about Simon’s commentary – that’s the show. If you can’t handle the heat, don’t go in the kitchen. The pressure to be a pop star and a celebrity is insane and you have to be able to deal with the criticism, if that’s at all possible.
Finally, I watched Men In Trees. I watch a lot of television programming that I care to admit, mostly as background noise since I live alone. But this show gets my attention. I like the storyline, the narrative, the characters. I like the introspective, thoughtful messages that conclude the show. There is a narrative to this program and, as a writer, I appreciate the sequencing of tying together themes through voice over monologue. It’s a powerful tool used in television – Sex & the City was my favorite example, Grey’s Anatomy does it, along with Scrubs.So, I downed the remains of my cup of tea, looked out the front door, disappointed to see a full bowl of cat food and no sign of Shadow, and I made my way upstairs for bed.