PAD 1/13/2013 – Room of the Amnesiac

“Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?”

I see a room designed to sit and read, nap, or idly daydream out of the giant picture window across the room. There is a lot of glasswork, art, and the tables are cluttered with knick-knacks that certainly mean something to the people who placed them there. There are some cards on the nearby coffee table, they are Valentines Day Cards, the people who live here are obviously in love with each other. There are two large delft-style floor pillows arrayed on the floor sprinkled with cat hair, so two very spoiled felines must live here.

Thank god we cleaned this room. 🙂

PAD 3/5/2013 – Perspective

Write about the last disagreement you had with a friend or family member — from their perspective. 

The last real disagreement I had was with someone I’ve wanted to not have these disagreements with but find myself utterly incapable of avoiding. In their perspective I am just too young and too idealistic, too liberal, too bleeding heart for my own good and if I would just listen I would see how rational and logical the other side is and agree.

But I just can’t. Instead of perpetuating the discord I told him that I was willing to talk about any subject but that one. That I am done. In fact, I’m tired of politics in general. Talking to anyone else about politics is an exercise in monologue delivery. Nobody is listening, nobody wants to listen. So firmly entrenched and really, when it comes down to it, who am I to suggest it be any other way? Life is comfortable in the way that it has come to be. Railing against a comfortable life is disrespectful and fruitless.

As I’ve gotten older I’ve learned that arguments are stupid. If there is a disagreement, it’s best to cease discussions and avoid the subject in the future. When it comes up, change subjects. If it’s unavoidable, fake either a medical emergency or configure your phone to go off and fake another kind of emergency. People are far too interested in trolling and getting a rise out of others for their jollies than taking anyone else seriously. Avoid politics, religion, and the climate. Everything else doesn’t matter and doesn’t end up as fodder for arguments. There are some questions posed to anyone that are ticking time bombs. Things like “What do you think of Abortion?” Those kinds of questions, if they ever come up should be a clear signal to anyone who wishes to save their own hide to flee as fast and as far away from that particular ground zero as you can possibly get. If you have to throw yourself out the window, then by all means, prepare for a drop.

Another thing that I’ve learned is that even if you can’t escape, even if you can’t fake a seizure or a stroke, if your phone can’t get you out of the briar-patch that you’ve found yourself stuck in, there is always glorious liquor. Find something around 80 proof and let it carry you away. Nothing beats alcoholism when you are trapped with no way to escape. They may have your body, but they won’t ever have your alcohol-addled mind.

PAD 3/7/2013 – Seven Days

You wake up tomorrow morning to find all your plans have been cancelled for the next seven days and $10,000 on your dresser. Tell us about your week.

I drive all over town and make multiple $999.99 deposits so as to not trip off the IRS tripwires that are always in place whenever anyone toys around with a surprise amount of cash all of a sudden. I like the money, don’t want to go to jail for it.

I would drive down to my credit union and pay off my car. I’d take the remains of the money and issue a hefty payment against my highest-balance credit card. I’d reserve $100 and use it to buy some of the things that I rarely get to have and enjoy them in the quiet of my own home.

The majesty of a endebted American. Hah.

PAD 3/3/2013 – No, Thanks

Is there a place in the world you never want to visit? Where, and why not?

There are many places in the world that I could skip. Hell is other people and politics is the bog of eternal stench that they wallow in. There are entire continents that wouldn’t welcome me on their soil if they knew everything there was to know about me. It’s more accurate to list the places that I do want to visit and then from that, if I don’t mention it, it’s defined for the benefit of this prompt.

I love Western Europe, I would like to visit Australia. North America is neat. That’s it. Every other place? Why would I risk it? Health concerns, bad water, teeming hordes of people carrying god knows what inside them as parasites or infections. Golly! Could I? Please!?

  • Africa is out of the question, they don’t like people like me. Feeling is mutual.
  • South Africa is too dutch, too racist, and, Africa.
  • South America is giant killer spiders and drug lords engaged in human trafficking.
  • Russia is too corrupt and I’ve little interest in frozen nothingness.
  • Asia, any part of it, from the bulk of it down to is equatorial bits aren’t meant for people like me. Giant bugs? How about the food, maybe the water?
  • India, the food. Just can’t hack the food. Too many people, as well.
  • Antarctica is just too unpopulated and too cold, obviously.
  • Middle East, Iran, Turkey, Israel. That’s just begging for disaster. It’s the last place any American should be.

I once thought about what the globe would look like if I redacted all the places that are either politically out-of-bounds for me or hazardous to my health. So I ended up with Western Europe, North America, and Australia. Frankly I don’t think I’m missing very much. If I want to go exploring I’ll either read books about the areas or watch the Travel Channel do guides of the areas from the comfort of my basement. Not being exposed to infections, parasites, or … human parasites… is worth its weight in gold. I’ll take London, Paris, Toronto, or Sydney any day of the week. Bangkok? Nah, keep all that specialness to yourselves.

PAD 3/1/2013 – Back to the Future

A service has been invented through which you can send messages to people in the future. To whom would you send something, and what would you write?

A service that is oddly identical to a time capsule? This already exists and we’ve seen what people in the past thought we’d like to see in “the future” and it turns out to be the same kind of junk we have now, only older. Even when reading science fiction the authors are either so lazy as to assume nothing happens (leisure suits in the 26th century huh?) all the way to 2010, when we have a manned mission to Jupiter. The truth of the matter is that the things we were promised from images of what the future would hold didn’t matter once we had them. We never developed jet packs because we didn’t need them. We were promised videophones and then when they became trivial nobody cared enough to use them.

Most of this is meaningless. The only thing I would make an exception for is personal journalling. It’s a private time capsule to yourself in the future and that I will say is worth its weight in gold. Writing down your thoughts makes them solid, makes them things that years later you can open up and bask in how things were before. With the words you don’t have to struggle to reconstruct some time a million and a half hours ago, they are right there in black and white, just waiting for you. I think everyone should keep a personal journal of what they think as they go along their lives. The only thing I regret is not journaling sooner.

In a way, Twitter, Facebook, WordPress blogs and my Day One Journal are the very devices that I will use to send a message to the future. A future me. A future me who has forgotten much of what living in this time was like. I will, years from now, look at these entries and marvel about how simple things were, how limited we were, I’m sure there will be a lot of marvelous and terrible events between now and then. In the in-between this entry will persist, these words – written down – along with all the others, biding their time. In a certain way if you think about it, journalling is the most reliable way to pin your life in time. It’s a bid for immortality, you may be fleeting, but your words don’t have to be. In fact, your words could last forever if cared for properly. Look at the Code of Hammurabi. It lasted for 3785 years! The idea that our tweets and our blogs and our little journals could last that long or even longer takes my breath away.

Do yourself a favor. Start blogging. Start journaling. Find some way to record your story and get it done yesterday. Write as much as you can, because when time and disability strike it will be the word-shaped life-preservers that help you to keep your grip on who you are when you need them the most.

PAD 2/24/2013 – Buffalo Nickel

Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?

I found a twonie, which is to say a Canadian $2 coin. The date is 1996 and that year I turned 21. I was in the middle of my college years and I was finally legal enough in the United States to drink. I had already been cultivating a simmering alcoholism since I was 18 and legal in Ontario Canada just across the Niagara River from where I went to school in Buffalo, New York. I don’t have any log entries from 1996, but I do have memories. Mostly of college and all my friends that I had there. I was just starting to explore my life. Beyond high school, beyond family, college if nothing else gave me the time and space to see what I was going to become. I had already been friends with Jeffery since a few weeks after arriving at school, it’s funny but this year would be the tipping point where it could be said that he’s known me more than half of my life up to this point. As for that year, President Clinton was in office and we were occupied with blue dresses, whitewater, but for every bit of embarrassment he brought with him, he also left us with a budget surplus, the last time we saw something like that. Funny, but it was also during this time that I also let myself go, college led to stress eating and I gained a lot of weight. Now that I’m on this side of my heaviest and when it all began, which is during this time, it seems so tiny, so much water under the bridge – but there it is. I just wish I was journaling more and had entries that went back further. I suppose I should be glad that I started when I did, so at least I have something to turn back to and read when I grow old and decrepit.

PAD 2/22/2013 – Seconds!

Describe the most satisfying meal you’ve ever eaten in glorious detail.

Without a doubt the most satisfying meal has to be the first time I assembled a Boeuf Bourguignon from Mastering the Art of French Cooking. There was a huge feeling of reward as I assembled all the ingredients, cooked them all independently and then assembled them. When the dish came out of the oven it was absolutely perfect. The scent of the wine and the beef were intoxicating and the flavor of the sauce was transcendent. The entire thing takes hours to make, but the reward was very much worth every moment, even worth going so far to not crowd the mushrooms and to individually hand-pat dry each chunk of beef before adding it to the cookpot. There were three distinct callouts to other recipes including braised pearl onions and butter-browned mushrooms that all had to have a hand in creating the final dish. There was a certain delight in preparing something as simple as egg noodles to serve as the substrate for this meal – the combination of the breathtaking complex paired with mindless simplicity really spoke to me. In later iterations of this meal I varied the substrate and discovered that I liked it more if the stew was resting in an island surrounded by mashed potatoes. Of course its a meal that isn’t meant to be eaten if you are on a diet – so you either have to live with the consequences or run around the block a couple times to burn off your caloric transgressions.

I’m glad I tackled it. I can’t do it without MAFC, but I know I can do it. Since it’s one the most complicated recipes out there there is a fair bit of pride in how well my first shot went. I’ve done it several more times and each time I think about sides that could compliment the dish. If I wanted to go over the top I could prepare a delightful Risotto while the stew cooks in the oven. That would be even more of a feat since I’d have pretty much every cooking tool in my house working all at once. It would be a gustatory tour de force but at that point you’d need an even stronger wine to pair with it and you’d need to also roast some asparagus on the side to serve as a counterpoint to the smooth richness of the Risotto and the delight of the Boeuf Bourguignon.

If I wanted to be really mean, I would pair the Boeuf Bourguignon with Grilled Cheese Sandwiches. That’s another contrasting pair that I love. The very high with the very low. It makes me laugh heartily.

PAD 2/20/2013 – A Plot Of Earth

You’re given a plot of land and have the financial resources to do what you please. What’s the plan?

If I’m feeling philanthropic my answer is to build a utopian community for me and my loved ones so that we can share a large space and block out the harsh outside world. Much like the community in M. Night Shyamalan’s “The Village”, a community cut off from the surrounding world and for that, far simpler and more direct way of living.

Then sometimes I’m not feeling all that warm and fuzzy and instead of a community I imagine a home for my immediate family far away and very much off the beaten path. There is a section of Ontario that I’ve seen from Highway 401 that inspires this idea. The road overlooks this heavily wooded bend in a small river and the shore of the river is made up of small stones, like pea-gravel. I imagine carving out some room on this little bend by the river and making a small place for myself.

In either sense, the core remains the same. The heart of any home for a Cancerian is necessarily the kitchen and that is where I would invest the most money. A place to cook and a place for my loved ones to enjoy what I’ve made. Over the years I’ve grown quite fond of cooking and in many ways it’s become an authentic route for me to express how much I care for other people. If I want to cook for you it means something. Something special. It does sting when my offers go rejected, but I’ve learned to not take those slights personally.

PAD 1/16/2013 – Crowing

“Most of us are excellent at being self-deprecating, and are not so good at the opposite. Tell us your favorite thing about yourself.”

This is easy. Anyone who knows me knows that my treasure is my sense of humor. I’ve also cultivated a sense of the obscure, the trivial, and a huge library of movie quotes which tends to make people do double-takes when I say something they don’t expect, but are accurate. Along with my sense of humor I pride myself on a good vocabulary and the willingness to use it. I don’t play coy, take stabs of innuendo or work much with subtlety. I prefer direct communication, being blunt, and not being shy about what I think when I tell others. Often times I’ll hear people exclaim to me “Oh Andy, tell us how you really feel!” because I’ve said something that is quite obvious but possibly upsetting. I suppose my issue is I hate bandying around the bush. If something bothers you, come out with it. Say it. Put a voice to your feelings and share them. If you just sit on bad feelings they can become physical manifestations and really hurt you. Resentment, anger, irritation – they all can lead to stress, sleeplessness, worry, and if left too long, they can become a real illness.

I can also almost instantly get an intuitive feel for the emotional state of a room. I can tell when people are upset or angry and often times this sixth-sense of mine plays tricks on me. I tend to reflect the prevailing emotional energy dwelling in a space. If I’m with someone who is angry or disappointed then I am angry and disappointed. Often a lot of this comes out unintentionally and if I stop to think about it, the issues evaporate as I stop reflecting the energy that I’m floating around in. I suppose it’s an irreducible vestige of previous issues with codependency. I think over time I’ll get a better handle on it and instead of reflecting it, be able to manipulate it and better manage it.

So, in a way, I’m more complicated and more trouble than most people assume at first glance. Sometimes it draws people to me, sometimes the opposite. I do not let those that don’t appreciate me for who I am bother me. I put those people in the dark and ignore them. They are just as happy being in the dark and ignored than if they were in the light and included.

PAD 1/19/2013 – Learning the Obscure

“Describe your last attempt to learn something that did not come easily to you.”

Humorously the best option I have to answer this would be learning the Abacus. When I was a kid I learned it but then forgot it as anyone does when you don’t apply what you’ve learned to your regular life. As an adult I got curious and picked up an app and tried to play around with one seeing if I could re-learn it. I struggled a little bit until I realized that I was using it in the wrong direction. I was trying to apply the operators in right-to-left when I should have been doing it left-to-right. It wasn’t difficult, but once I figured it out it clicked and parts of my memory long ago came back along with the rediscovered skill.

The other thing, which I have training software for is to reacquire French as a fluent foreign language. Two years ago Scott gave me an entire Rosetta Stone course in French. I’ve been plugging away at it off and on and I need to put aside some time, make the time, and dive in. That should be a mixed bag as I have a primary majority of english, some german, and a lot of french bouncing around in my head already, so at some point what I can’t remember the Rosetta Stone system will re-teach me, and then the rest will come flooding back on its own.

About the languages, something that I’ve always thought but have no proof one way or the other about is the question of whether or not people think differently when they use different languages. That thinking one way in English is not exactly the same as when you think about something in French, for example. I don’t mean to say that any language is less than any other, English proves that is not correct – when English lacks a way to convey something English speakers just start accumulating new ways to do it. They harvest words from other languages, coin new words, even create new grammars just to get over the hump and explain something in English. But I do think there are subtle differences in between languages that might lend some credence that the way one person thinks in French isn’t the exact same as when that person thinks in English. The best way to answer this curiosity of mine is to finish the Rosetta Stone course and become operationally fluent in French. I look forward to it a lot.