Learning it's not mine

Scale

Counting today, there are ten more days in 2020.

But that's because that many of us have imposed a calendar on a world that marks time with or without us.

January first is as artificial a marker as is the Rose Bowl.

Growing up, the new year's tradition was to watch the Tournament of Roses parade in the morning with my mother and the Rose Bowl game with my father in the afternoon.

Those were the days of Woody and Bo where Ohio State or Michigan seemed to always represent the Big 10 in Pasadena against USC, Stanford, UCLA, Washington - whoever won the Pac 8.

But the Pac 8 isn't the Pac 8 anymore, the Big 10 has way more than ten teams, this year there is no parade, and the game will be played in Texas between Alabama and Notre Dame - neither of which is from the Pac 10 or the Big 10.

These things that we create - a game, a stadium, a calendar - these are things we create that the earth we live on cares nothing about.

The Dark

We are built to view things from our perspective.

It took centuries to accept that we weren't in the center of the universe.

And yet.

And yet we talk about the confluence of Jupiter and Saturn because they are so close to each other in the night sky.

They are so close, that when we look up and spot them,  we can reach out and hold them both in a single hand.

And yet.

And yet they are nearly half a billion miles apart from each other.

Where by "nearly" I mean they are 456 million miles apart which is 44 million miles away from half a billion.

So, nearly.

Half a billion miles apart and yet we consider this a confluence.

We remain in the center of our universe.

The Light

Little things happen around us that let us know, "it's ok."

We notice the days getting longer and we feel hope.

It gives us hope this time of year.

It tells us, it's ok.

We may not even notice. But something feels different.

Something says, it's ok.

It doesn't matter whether we notice or not.

We're not really involved in any way.

Without any help from us, minutes of daylight are added each day.

At least here in the northern hemisphere.

I do try to notice when I do it, but it's so hard not to put myself in the center of the universe.

It's the seat I have to this show.

Stepping back

It's like having a nice vantage point along the parade route and waking up on the first to realize the parade's been cancelled this year.

Or like having connections in Pasadena that get you into the Rose Bowl each year for the game - but this year the game has moved and the stands are empty.

We need to see the world from others' perspectives or we will miss the show when the game leaves town.

This time of year is about giving. Giving to others to fulfill their needs not ours. 

To delight them whether we are there to see it or not.

I hope that after four bleak years of leaders all over the world teaching people to shout "mine", we can return to a world where we smile and let the other person go first, nod, and think "ours".

When you look up in the night sky looking to see Jupiter and Saturn, or glance at the earth's moon on any other night, you can feel the wonder of how small and insignificant we are.

We couldn't possibly be the center.

At the same time you feel an extraordinary connection to everyone else.

At first you think of others looking at the same moon.

And then you think of those inside working, sleeping, watching television.

All become one. Whether they are looking at the same sky or not.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah. I said it. Even though I don't celebrate it.

That's how we get to "ours".

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Link to the Podcast episode from January 19, 2024.

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A puppy for Hannukah

I meant to link to this video by Daveed Diggs last week. It's such a feel-good, well-produced, fun song that will be on my Hannukah playlist for years. Thanks Josh for pointing me to Puppy for Hannukah.

Two Christmas links

I love this first link to an animated christmas tree done completely analog by Kevin Parry.

Maggie also sent me this link to a Alexis Newman's juggling musical act (but this isn't her link of the week).

The flour shortage

Cool details on King Arthur and the great flour shortage. It turns out the issue wasn't flour. I love King Arthur as a company.

A Mel Torme Christmas Story

Andy Inahtko posted a link to this beautiful story about the man who wrote "The Christmas Song" told by a man who never met him.

Maggie's Link

Looking for that last cool gift for that hard to shop for friend or relative? One that won't coast you anything?

Maggie's link this week is to a 2D fighting game based on Les Mis named "Arm Joe".

Other people's stuff

Years ago I cooked at a fantastic restaurant named Tutto a Posto led by chef Michael Tsonton. For a week we were joined in the kitchen by a journalist/author who was not as well known as he is now: Michael Ruhlman.

I have cooked from many of Ruhlman's books and articles and loved his podcast.

His latest venture is just charming. He prepares and enjoys a cocktail - The Penicillan - both hot and cold.

Don't leave early. He shares a wonderful NSFW poem Philip Larkin that begins: "They f' you up, your mum and dad, they may not mean to, but they do."

Coming soon...

My tech reviewers have the first four chapters of my Combine book. Once I get their comments I will try to beta these chapters on January 1.

During what would have been the parade.