Thursday, March 01, 2007

Being in love with Dar Williams in the background

Dar Williams is one of my favorite artists. She's writes and sings beautifully. And I think I understand better, now, why she doesn't get radio play (I've heard her once on an NPR affiliate).

Dar Williams is lovemaking music. And most people don't feel or share love with one another enough to make love the way Dar sings. It's kind of tragic, really.

Because if you ever made love to Dar Williams, you would never want to do anything else for the rest of your life.

It's sad to me that most people don't feel love or share love in their lives like Dar Williams. But I'd rather be someone who feels that sort of love than any of the billions of people in the world who don't really ever feel the kind of love where they would find themselves making love with Dar in the background.

Tonight is my night to remember being in love with Dar Williams in the background.

Love,
Ben

My dream vacation

She'd kill me if she read this. But I was just sitting here, tonight, making excuses not to go to bed when I thought about what my dream vacation would be before I die.

I've always loved the idea of traveling to Europe and visiting all the original sites of emerging Western civilization. I'd love to travel to Mexico again, maybe see the friends I made when I taught English in Cancun. I'd love to visit each of the continents, and I've always had a dream of retracing Mark Twain's voyage aboard the Quaker City through Europe and the Middle East, which was the basis for his hilarious observations of his American counterparts in Innocents Abroad.

But the truth is that my dream vacation would be to take the 20 hour road trip that Brandi and I took from Wichita to Washington D.C. when we were 22 and 23, and spend a good long time walking and talking our way around the sites of Washington D.C. Especially the Holocaust Museum and that grungy little building that housed Theo Brown's beautiful little National Days of Dialogue and maybe visit that little apartment we stayed in that summer with Wendy and Iftaekar.

I know. It's a dream I'm not supposed to have. Brandi's married, today. I'm not supposed to think like that.

But that's my dream vacation. Just because I would love to be able to revisit that time and place with someone who knows why its so special to me.

I was sitting here listening to Dar Williams, and remembering this awesome little outdoor concert we went to in Washington, D.C. to see Dar, and seeing Wendy raise her hands and sway in the wind to Iowa in a moment of peace for all of us.

And I thought, "I'd love to go back there. And talk about that time with Brandi, sometime."

Love,
Ben

Getting old

I've come to view a lot of the differences I have with the current political period as a generation gap, as much as anything else. I identify with young people. I not only do not relish getting old, I plan on doing everything I can to stay young, even as I like growing up and being more mature. For my sake, and for the sake of noone else, really, except those, kids especially, who I would like to serve better and raise better and be a better example to.

But I don't want to ever get old. I watch all these older teachers I work with and how worked up they get that their children are so much worse these days, so much less respectful, so much less, well, old, as their elders, and I can't help but think, "Haven't you ever been young in your life?"

The answer for most of them, sadly, is yes, but too long ago to really remember or appreciate the experience.

There are many exceptions to that rule, and many older teachers are really wonderful mentors to me. I have a teacher I work with, right now, Ms. Smith, who has been a really wonderful mentor and I've really loved working with her, even as we have some of these generation gap differences, as well. She works at it and I work at it and between the two of us, we learn a lot about the kids and one another.

And that's how life and relationships between older people and younger people should be. People working to get to know one another and understand one another and appreciate one another, not people trying to control one another or pressure one another or bully one another. People sharing with one another, in the all too brief time that we all have with one another.

I like maturing. A lot. I like mellowing out and having an easier and wiser life.

But I have no interest in getting old, when that means that I complain about kids these days and how much they resist when I want to put them in their place because I really know best, after all, if they could ever come to appreciate my experience and wisdom.

If you have wisdom, offer it, has always been my motto. If you have to impose it, it's probably not so wise, is my experience. And it's almost always out of an arrogance that there is no need to consult those I impose upon, anyways. And that truly is the hallmark of getting old.

I don't want to ever get old like that. Curmudgeonly and always bitter that noone will do things my way or the way I want. It is the arrogance that comes with age, I think, that I would rather leave alone.

I started journaling on-line about my life and thoughts when I was in my 30's. I envy and really appreciate all those kids who can do it for a lifetime and look back at who they were and what they were thinking and appreciate how far they and the world has come.

But no matter how far I come, I don't want to ever get old.

I want to be learning something new when I finally check out. I want to learn something profound and important just as I'm calling it quits. Either that or making love. Or maybe laying in bed with my wife. Or holding my children. Or grandchildren. Or great-grandchildren.

Maybe I could be in a college class and just kick it right there in middle of an important discussion. Or be reading or writing a book and then find my maker.

Abraham Maslow apparently had a whole slew of ideas and papers he was working on when he finally died that were collected and published in the form of one of the most brilliant books I've ever read, The Farther Reaches of Human Nature.

That's not a bad way to go. Though making love would be a pretty good way to go, too. Being in love beats writing or teaching or learning any day, anyway. And if you don't know that, it's because you haven't really been in love before.

I wonder if most older people remember what it was like to have never fallen in love before and be discovering the world in your own time, in your own way, out of your own reflections and experiences, and discovering the world for the first time?

If they don't, they should try. Because having your heart and mind open like that are the only ways to go through life and really get the most out of the experience.

Love,
Ben

Clarifying moment today

I'm right. And I have no apologies for that anymore.

Love,
Ben