Category Archive Deep Thoughts

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Happy New Year

The first yoga class I attended in the new year began with Kali mudra. The teacher talked about how our understanding of Kali is limited by our narrow understanding of the concept of destruction. People automatically think of destruction as a bad thing, as if it is always negative. If pressed, we might acknowledge that death and destruction are necessary – the circle of life and all that – while still feeling like it’s the bad part of the circle.

But all change is predicated on destruction of what came before. A lot of people think of change as a negative, too, but that is just fear talking. Growth and improvement are both forms of change. Destruction is also purification, like a refiner burning off impurities from precious metal or distillation producing the holy water of life.

When my yoga teacher talked about Kali, I was suddenly reminded of the first video game I ever played. It was on a computer at my friend’s house – her family was the first one I knew that had a computer. It had a big screen that only displayed the color green. The game was simple. By clicking the mouse, you placed a small green line on the screen. A little circle shot across the screen and bounced off those lines like a billiard ball. There may have been a bullseye to hit or goalposts that you were supposed to pass the ball through. But the more times you clicked, the more the screen filled with lines, boxing in the ball until it could no longer move. Then the game was over, and the screen had to be wiped clean before you could play again. Kali provides that kind of screen-wiping reset.

Kali wrecks the boxes we build around ourselves. Kali doesn’t just transcend the bullshit. She destroys it. She can wipe out the “shoulds” and “musts” of accepted wisdom, and tear apart the tangled nets of convention and expectation that we trap ourselves in. And in the wake of her destruction, we are free to become our most true selves.

This new year, I wish for you what I wish for myself. Be a force of destruction in 2024.

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Carry-On Only

On my very first trip to Iceland, I noticed how often they decorated with words there, and of course that was part of why I fell in love with the place. Seven years ago, a different message resonated with me, but Keflavik Airport is full of such wise decor.

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Applause Encouraged

Many years ago, I traveled around northern Japan with friends, exploring the hot springs resorts. At one isolated spot in the mountains, which we called “the grandma onsen” both for its clientele and old fashioned decor, I experienced a bout of insomnia. After hours of failing to fall asleep, I got up and finished my book. Then, since it was closer to sunrise than midnight, I gave up and went outside. I stationed myself on a little platform above a lake, and was soon joined by a grandma. We stood together in silence as the outline of the mountains across from us gradually became visible and the hillside brightened from grayscale to color. It was kind of cloudy, and I never actually felt a moment of “sunrise.” I was a little disappointed. But at some point, the grandma next me concluded the show was over. She let out a little “Ha!” of satisfaction, clapped her hands together, and bowed once at the mountain before smiling at me and wordlessly walking away.

Years later I read about an art project called Applause Encouraged.

…Scott Poblano’s Applause Encouraged, which happened at Cabrillo National Monument in San Diego in 2015. On a cliff overlooking the sea, forty-five minutes before the sunset, a greeter checked guests in to an area of fold-out seats cordoned off with red rope. They were ushered to their seats and reminded not to take photos. They watched the sunset, and when it finished, they applauded. Refreshments were served afterward.

How to Do Nothing by Jenny Odell, p. 6

The old lady in Japan already understood that kind of art and made it part of her daily life. I didn’t quite get it then, but I’d like to live more that way now.

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Thought Experiment

What a great way to teach history. Every now and then, I’m really impressed with my kids’ schools.

And since tomorrow is a holiday, maybe you have time to think about it. How would you answer the question?

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A Pirate’s Life for Me

From what I understand of Azores history, the islands served as transAtlantic fueling stations and historically housed whalers and fisherman. But it’s easy to imagine them as a pirate’s paradise. Do the locals identify much with pirates the way folks in the American Southwest do with bandits? Or are pirates always the bad guys in Azorean stories? Whether this is sanctioned public art reflecting the local culture or punk protest of it, I think these are words to live by.