I had the random urge to deactivate my facebook today, so I did. Act of defiance and rebellion against the so-called age of no privacy, according to one of the elite at my company. In fact, she told a group of people from my generation that we “had no original thoughts” nowadays because we shared everything with each other online.
Does that make us unoriginal? Too bad. I suppose in some ways the thought of being an unoriginal duplicate of millions who have preceded me bothers me somewhat, but if I’m merely a collection of thoughts from disparate persons who have lived full, rich lives… well, it could be worse.
Life is fleeting and at least I’m trying to live it, most days.
I’ve been so stressed lately that I actually made myself sick today. So I left work early, spent a little time in the sunshine, slept a lot, and decided to listen to some classic tunes. While searching for one of my favorite Beatles songs, I found this great live take that captures all the joy and playfulness of the song and the band overall.
Some days we all just need to take a step back and whistle I suppose.
Pretty medieval manuscript of the day is rather sinister. The dead are accosting the princes, whose horses are rearing up in horror. Even in the margins, there is death. It is a weird and puzzling scene. A genuine gothic horror, if you will. From a fourteenth century book of hours in the collection of the New York Public library, it is a fascinating little book. It is theorised that the book is from France, though experts cannot seem to agree. Its provenance is unknown.
Tonight I sang in public for the first time in 2 years, on a random whim of spontaneity. I’ve been attending the open mic in my town for the past few months and never participated until tonight when I sang “Icarus” by Bastille a capella. I was shaking so badly I actually underwent full body tremors, so my voice shook the entire time. I was somewhat embarrassed but also felt content- the open mic is very non-judgmental for the most part, and I felt comfortable sharing that part of me with a group of people that I barely knew but felt that I’d known all my life.
Apparently I impressed someone with my voice; a man who had also performed some great songs inspired by William Tell and Harriet Tubman approached me after asking if I’d like to try being the lead singer of his rock/jazz/funk band. I’m not sure I’ll have the time between my two jobs and marathon training, but I want to give it a go. I miss both music and acting, and there’s simply no substitute for performing. In fact, I’m downright elated that this might happen.
I sort of imagined what the music video to this song would be like when I watched Donnie Darko, and while this was nothing like what I thought of, it really fits.
We had a field person come to headquarters today, and he talked very passionately about the work we’re doing in Indonesia that he helps oversee. It reminded me of why I’m in international development in the first place; why I care so much. It certainly is a mad world.