Reading a New Yorker article about RuPaul, an entertainer I'd heard of but really knew very little about, I took two thoughts of his. But, the contradictions! He wants us to protect and keep the play of our childhoods even as we acknowledge that with aging comes disappointment. Can we as adults leave behind the fairy tales - which means facing and then fighting the trials in the world - while keeping what we can of their happy endings?
Possible?
Reading a good article on Biden this morning, I took a moment to read the poem on the page. I seldom do because usually I don't 'get' them (much like New Yorker's fiction), but with this one I had a visceral reaction. The past, the potential, the present comes together in a fire.
Connection
Read an article in New Yorker on those people who are all in on AI, the Boomers, and those very concerned with it, the Doomers. Of course, both groups are made up of highly knowledgable people, and while I can't give an intelligent opinion, I can gleam bits and pieces. This piece went into the Doomers more than the Boomers, with the excerpt given on their two step summary.
Words to Live By
I get two pages of my book that I like a lot. Yesterday was one such day. Life in the seventies? Much like life today.
I Connect and Laugh A Lot
Part of my love of the New Yorker is its covers. I feel like I get artwork delivered to my doorstep. I look, peel the label off and have it to enjoy the whole week.
This week's has become my favorite.
From front to back each is a bit of us. The first leading and the last following.
The teachers: "I'm watching you," thinks one. While the other's thinking - if thinking at all, he's a guy - well, see boys in the back below.
The kids in front: looking up, down, and all around.
The boys in the back: walking along, wondering. When will we get there? What will we have to eat? I'm bored; I want to be playing. And again, when will we get there and will there be food? Their minds lairs of thoughts....maybe, or nothing at all.
The Story I See
*And probably the one the head teacher is watching: look at her eyes. She knows. She knows that the one most alert is the one to watch.
Ps. Apologies for the male/female stereotyping. But. Even my newest read begins with that typecasting. Is it scientific fact? Still, maybe better the lines drawn, worrier as thinker and laissez faire, not male and female.
My current read, The Door to Door Bookstore, had a number of good pages this morning that made me smile by their aptness. This, the page on types of readers, had me thinking of one good friend. Moving to the end, while her way, is not my way. But, I liked "To Carl's way of thinking," because, as we know, and like so much of life, we get to where we're going in a variety of ways. In this case, loving good books and sharing them with friends is all that matters.
I'm a hare, if any of them. I race ahead totally involved with the story to the point that, if confused, I don't usually flip back. I have faith that if I need to know something, it'll show up again.
Am I the best at remembering all the details? No. I have friends who are, and even more amazing to me, they remember those details for life. Whew. Not me. I remember the love for the book but like a hare, I'm off and reading another pretty quickly.
It's the living in the book's story that I most love. I read, empathize and enjoy and then try to incorporate what I've gotten into my life. Reading's just another way of growing, an incredibly wonderful way.
"Not trying to brag, but I just finished my puzzle in one day. The box said two to four years."
The Quote Billboard
Ps. My latest.Takes me much more than a day 😉😉
Fires, skiing, jigsaw puzzles, black squirrels (too fast for me)
