Thursday, July 23, 2015

Living With a Gemini

Carol is smart, focused, caring, and often a source of wonder to be around.  Let me illustrate that last point.

A couple of weeks ago we were working on our camper and had a small bag of tools resting atop a step stool in the middle of the garage floor while the work progressed.  While I was working on the next stage of the project, Carol left, probably for a yoga class which she takes almost every day.

Some time later I broke for lunch, leaving the tools and the stool in the aforementioned place and the garage door open.  Now Carol normally settles her Prius in this small garage when she's finished with it for the day, but when she turned into the driveway the picture I described faced her.

There are a couple of obvious actions that she could have taken: 1) move the stuff toward the wall of the garage to make room for the car or, 2) leave the car in the driveway overnight.

But Carol is a Gemini.


This is where it spent the night.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Why I Write Mostly Fiction

I write fiction.  I make things up.  I've been asked why I don't write memoirs, topical essays, or the like.  Well, I kinda do... kinda.  My musings are sometimes essays, sometimes memoirs.  My fiction is sometimes part memoir since the characters I create are often living in places or situations that are part of my history.  I guess I prefer fiction because I can make sense out of the moral character, or lack thereof, of my creations. They're not real.

What I can't make sense of is the residents of this country I call home.  A long time ago I accepted the sad fact that we are an anti-intellectual society.  We treat deep thinkers with disdain, call them geeks, or eggheads, and such, but generally not with a tone of respect.

We're mentally lazy.  We'd rather have questionable sources feeding us our news and information and not verify its truth than search out what's real by exploring alternate sources.   That makes us gullible: to glitzy advertising, to sound bites taken out of context, to Facebook and its spawn that are collectively called Social Media, to data that mirror our personal beliefs.

We're angry.  I say that knowing in my heart that the real truth is we're afraid, but fear implies weakness in the minds of so many of us.  What are we afraid of?  Interesting question. On one side we're afraid of: liberals, gays, immigrants, radical muslims, other races - among other things.  On the other we're afraid of: conservatives, guns, climate change, fundamentalist christians, other races - among other things.

We're racist.  Oh no! my Progressive (nee Liberal) friends cry.  Oh no! my Conservative friends (and I do have some) cry.  But we are.  When we meet an ordinary individual not of our race, what goes through our heads?  Don't think of what should, think of what does.  Is the person put in a category somehow different from you?

I could continue with other examples, but I write fiction.