“don’t play dumb with me.”
“no, honestly, i am dumb. most of the time I’m playing smart.”
–sam seaborn, the west wing
we just became utterly addicted to the west wing, one of the best shows ever created and cast and written and directed, one of the best things to come out of the medium of televison. if you haven’t watched this amazing in-depth look into the workings of the white house, i suggest that you run rent it pronto or dvr it on bravo and okay, that is all just not the point but i came across the above west wing quote recently and it really just about sums up my day-to-day functioning walking-around-on-our-planet life.
i pretend that i’m an intelligent human. oh yes, i do have some serviceable brains, a gift and love of books and words, a curiousity about the workings of the universe, an interest in the history of our species blahdeeblahdeeblah…but honestly, it’s all bits and pieces, dribs and drabs and trivia with a general overview of things. like i’ve taken all the general ed 101 classes without doing the really hard work learning any one thing down to the bone.
and when i look back on my life, how i’ve dealt with other humans thus far…yikes! i have had some incredibly stupid moments, sometimes lasting for years. in 52 orbits of the planet around the sun, i’ve been dumb much much more than i’ve been smart. but i spend a lot of time playing smart soaked in the knowledge that really, basically, i’m an idiot.
just had to get that out there at the start. want no pretenses.
i would hate to think this blog is just a glorified confessional because honestly if that’s what it’s going to be i will just end this right now and put both of us out of our misery…but i have hopes that in time this blogging whatnot will lead to something fine.
i’m not great at this blog thing. i’m not great at looking at other people’s blogs (besides my kids/grandkid’s) and never thought i’d give it a go myself. couldn’t be bothered, didn’t see the point. i fill up my days pretty quickly without spending heaps of time on the internet cruising other people’s blogs but i have to confess to being utterly in awe of my friend orly’s blog (go there! now!) and not so much her blog but the richness of her art and inner world as exposed by her blog.
a couple weeks ago, i was going to go out to brekkie with her and she had asked me (many times…did i mention i’m lame?) to comment on her blog so i decided to go through her blog from the beginning and oh. my. gosh. the art and the love and the excitedment and the life and the joy poured from the thing and in some small grey part of my soul i didn’t realize how much i’d been neglecting spoke in this tiny but clamoring voice “i want that.” so when i saw her at breakfast, i confessed and she proselytized. this blog thing as well as art journaling (see her blog for more on that) for her were the key to unlocking some pretty serious creativity and wonder. she glowed as spoke and infected me with her enthusiam and excitement. i went that afternoon to her home where her two delicious and smart and quality children i am fortunate enough to call my friends, ilan and maya, helped me set up the beginning bits of this blog space. huzzah for the avineri’s! huzzah! blessings upon you each and every.
so i’ve spent the day blowing my brains out over what to name the thing (does it work? so many options and choosing is tough!) and what to have for a header and then taking a photo and figuring out how to edit it in photoshop elements and then figuring out how to do it on here…and here i am writing this and i’m hoping…HOPING…that it truly will be a key to unlock some creative juices, to get out of my fug, to find my own voice after painting so much in others. sure, i’ll share the occasional movie or book or hilarious grandkid story and you’ll just have to put up with that. but my goal is to at least once a week paint some thing for no other reason than because and put the result on here and maybemaybemaybe i’ll be a little less dumb about painting as time goes by….
reviews:
movie: les choristes (the chorus) a really lovely gentle little french film that was a total treat
book: the elegance of the hedgehog by muriel barbery…a really lovely smart french novel that was honestly one of the best books i’ve read this year. yumyum
and just to round out the program…
HILARIOUS NIEV TWO YEAR OLD JOKE: so we have webcam/skype on the computer now…i can read niev her bedtime story while looking at her adorable self (amazing and yet, life-long sci-fi reader that i am: what took so long??). she says to me in the biggest stage-whisper, hand partly covering her mouth, glee in her face “i’ve got a secret!” “you do? what?” i ask and she screams “CANDY!” then laughs hysterically. then repeats several times. and it’s as funny to us both the last time as the first.
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