Today I’m thankful that I can take as many random academic courses as I wish.
I’ve been reading a book with what is probably one of my favorite titles (be warned, it is slightly rude). The basic premise is that you won’t be good, or even mediocre, at everything you try, and that’s all right. The point is to discover what you care enough about to become responsible for. Each person has a limited amount of energy (or time, or concern, or anything) to give (referencing the book’s title) and sharing that resource according to your virtues is the way to live an examined life. The short version is you need to pick your battles. I admit that the concept is facile, but I appreciate that it’s grounded in practice rather than theory. I will always prefer spending a day with an engineer to an artist.
In my life there are number of things I say I care about, but I’m not experienced enough at most of them to gauge the accuracy of my claims. It’s more that I feel I should care about them, regardless of whether I actually do. I’ve decided to put the book’s thesis into practice, because I only have so many fracks to give. One of the perquisites of my work is reduced tuition and fees at a local university. I’ve enquired about taking courses in several subjects. The worst case is that I don’t enjoy the topic while still gaining knowledge. I realise I should have figured out these issues long ago, but I’m thankful to have even a delayed opportunity.
Unrelated, but I sing and Aretha Franklin was the singer, and I’m very sad that she is gone.
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Today I’m thankful for occasional chances to live slowly.
Today is Ash Wednesday. I’m ambivalent toward formal religion and lean agnostic. Even so, I sing in the choir of a local Anglican church. Singing is like breathing to me. I need both to live. I attend most Sundays because we sing at set points through the entire service. I don’t believe in the metaphysical aspects but I still find beauty in the rituals, and consider “seeking justice and loving mercy” a worthy idea.
I honestly love the liturgical calendar. I’m struck by the idea that every day is a feast honoring someone. Every day becomes a celebration. Dividing the year into various “-tides” that reflect the cycle of seasons feels far less artificial to me than worrying about quarterly goals. I don’t suffer from misguided nostalgia in thinking the past was “purer” because survival required so much more effort. I do wonder whether we’ve compartmentalized and subdivided our lives so much as to be pointless.
I don’t sacrifice anything for Lent. That would mean abiding by proscriptions I just don’t believe. I do try to use the season to live an examined life. I don’t have any grand final insights. I write what I see. I probably won’t be an objectively better person by Easter but I will be reminded that what I do has consequences for good or ill. I don’t think knowing that is ever a bad thing.
This is a little more personal than I’ve gone thus far and a great deal nerdier. Don’t judge me. Today I’m thankful for J.R.R. Tolkien’s Middle Earth legendarium.
I’m a bigger Tolkien nerd than I generally care to admit in person. I don’t speak Elvish or wear costumes (some lines will never be crossed) but I did attend midnight openings with university friends, and I know why Fëanor’s sons are important. I think I was ten the first time I read The Hobbit. Gollum frightened me so thoroughly that I couldn’t reread those parts of the book for several years. I finished Lord of the Rings (the first time) somewhere around thirteen. I don’t know why specifically, but his works struck a chord and have been important to me for a long time.
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien was born in South Africa and fought in WWI, surviving the Battle of the Somme. He became a professor of Anglo-Saxon at Oxford University. He was great friends with a number of famous contemporary writers, including C.S. Lewis. He produced several well-regarded translations of Old English epics. The man was an enormous lover of languages, which is one of my favorite things about him.
Fangorn Forest is my favorite section of LOTR. I’ve also read many of the extended works. The Silmarillion is breathtaking. Tolkien’s concept of creation as a divine piece of music was deeply appealing to me. I think I’ve made my love of music transparent. As a student of geography I find the depth of fantastic history and culture he created awe-inspiring. He knew where his peoples originated, and how they developed. This is the story that stuck most with me from the Silmarillion.
This is another oblique one. Today I’m thankful for Polynesian navigators.
Some of my academic background is in geography. The idea of “place” underlies more concepts than most people ever consider. My particular interest is migrations – how mass human movements affect the places they visit, often leaving physical and cultural traces lasting thousands of years.
When European explorers “discovered” the Pacific Ocean (it is the largest body of water on earth, after all) they also found hundreds of settled islands, covering huge areas of ocean. Many of the islands are very remote, several days’ sail from each other. The Europeans couldn’t fathom how Pacific Islanders had found their way to all of these rocks amid the water. The peoples of the Pacific developed a sophisticated body of navigational skills and knowledge wholly unrelated to other navigational methods anywhere. At the risk of sounding geeky, it’s an incredible accomplishment, and really, really cool.
Only slightly related, but it was a fun film, the music geek in me enjoys the harmonies, and my language nerd side finds the Tokelauan lyrics fascinating to hear. I claim no rights to anything.
Today I’m grateful for basic self-awareness.
I had the sheer breadth and depth of my nerdiness confirmed when I realized I’d confused the Ainulindalë and the Annunaki, and I didn’t even stop to think about why I know this stuff. I will never, ever, ever be cool.
Today I’m thankful for Pasadena, Newfoundland and Labrador.
I’m tickled that this place exists. I’ve been to Pasadena, California. I stayed there while attending a conference in Los Angeles. It’s a beautiful city full of flowers, fantastic old buildings and very tasty food. It’s warm all year long AND the home of the Rose Bowl (if that’s your sort of thing).
I know that Newfoundland is known for being scenic and culturally rich. It isn’t, however, warm year round. Still, the folks who founded the town thought highly enough of their home to name it after a truly lovely place and that is awesome.
Today I’m thankful for Eddie Izzard.
Everything I’ve found indicates Eddie prefers masculine pronouns so those are what I’ll use. I really enjoy his stand-up. I’ve got a loopy sense of humor and deep appreciation of the absurd. He specializes in both. His take on why the Church of England didn’t have an Inquisition still makes me laugh and I first heard it 5 or 6 years ago. It’s a not entirely impossible explanation.
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Today I’m thankful for the singular woman who was Margery Kempe.
Margery Kempe is known for producing the first autobiography in the English language. She was also a fearless woman who birthed many kids, went on pilgrimages alone (in the 14th century no less), claimed to be a mystic AND was accused of heresy. Accounts say she had the questionable gift of endless tears. For someone who was basically a medieval housewife Meg got shit done. I’m still trying to figure out my taxes.
Almighty Wikipedia is a good place to start. I’m a fan of the summary by the ladies at Frock Flicks (all of their material is protected by copyright-I’m linking for informational purposes only).
This is a strange one but bear with me. Today I’m thankful for cephalophores.
Cephalophores are a particularly colorful category of saint. The word “cephalophore” roughly translates from Greek: “cephalos” (head) and “phoros” (bearer). They’re usually commemorated as people who were executed by beheading, but who didn’t die before picking up their heads from the ground and marching along to some singular spot, demanding to be remembered for this particular action.
I’ve always had a soft spot for the odd and absurd and I think this meshes nicely. So take a moment, lift a glass to St. Denis, and remember that cephalophore is a great Scrabble word.
Today I’m thankful for a sturdy pair of boots.
I live in a region with cold, snowy winters and stormy, muggy summers. A good pair of boots is protection against both snow and rain. They’re comfortable and look presentable with most of my clothing. I love boots. They’re utilitarian. They keep my feet dry. I can tuck my pants inside them so they don’t get ruined by salt in the winter. Go ahead and laugh at the inanity. However, a solid pair of boots, a quality soup pot and a multipurpose kitchen knife can solve a number of basic needs.
Only tangentially related: Sir Terry Pratchett (RIP), author of the wildly funny Discworld series, used boots to explain economic inequality (source Discworld & Terry Pratchett wiki). I had similar thoughts about garden sheds.