“Everyone should be excellent to each other all the time”
That line is stolen from a piece I read this morning posted on Facebook called: “Twitter and the death of quiet enjoyment” by Brent Cox.
I’m betting he wrote the piece just so that he could use that line, which is a good line, but it doesn’t really fit the rest of the piece, which is about how younger people seem to derive more enjoyment from social media than they do from any other kind of media.
Been there, done that. It’s why everyone should have an editor. An editor will take out the line a writer was so married to that she had to invent a whole piece to go around it. Without the line, the piece might never have been written, but once it’s written, the line has to go, regardless of how tenaciously the writer may cling to it.
It’s why writers love/hate editors and editors hate writers. Editors are all about the writing, not the writer, and writers are all about ego.
Editors are also the difference between amateur and professional writers, so if you have an editor, eff off and live the dream, writer.
Ooh, dreamwriter – I like it. I think I’ll try and work a whole career around it. Don’t steal my career, ‘kay? Dreamwriter. Omigawd, I can’t believe it took me until now to figure out what I should be!
One of my kids stuck herself with trying to live without the internet this past summer. It didn’t seem to me to be character building, it just seemed to me to be making her lonely, so with benign encouragement, “I think you should do what’s going to make you happy”, she moved back to where she had internet.
Like all parents these days, I can’t bear for my children to suffer, not even a little bit. Why suffer when you can be happy? Suffering doesn’t help anyone, it doesn’t make the world a better place. In fact, I think it makes it worse.
I’m pretty sure I read that on the internet, too, that suffering is a negative dressed up as a positive by people who aren’t suffering. Also that suffering is relative and that it’s not fair to compare one person’s suffering to another person’s suffering.
Also, everyone should be excellent to each other all the time.
I’m watching “Portlandia” now on Nexflix and I highly recommend it. One sketch features parents going door-to-door with their adult son while he tries to get people to sign his petition about something or other. Eventually, the grandparents start going door-to-door with him and his parents, too, asking people why they won’t sign and how they think that’s affecting their grandson’s self-esteem that they won’t.
My ex-in-laws would do that. But until very recently my kids were their only grandchildren, so why not?
Divorce is hard enough on families, please leave us alone to manage our guilt by living our adult children’s ups and downs with them, thank you, advice-givers.
Whose life is it anyway?
Ours, that’s whose.
Omigawd that’s an awful-sounding line, isn’t it? “ours, that’s whose.” Try saying that five times fast. No don’t. I can’t stand to think of you taking time out from doing something useful and good to say “ours, that’s whose” five times fast.
I heard a lyric in a song the other night on the tele-o-vision that I really liked. It was during a Canadian music extravaganza on CBC that I watched and listened to for a bit before switching the channel to our other station, TVO, although switching isn’t what we do with channels anymore, is it. Switching is what we do with telecommunications providers (see previous entry).
The line was: “Call me in the afternoon.”
I don’t know who the band was, young hipsters, the drummer had equal play to the guitarist (guitarists?) who had equal play to the singer, that type of band. I’m a fan of the younger set when it comes to music. I like it new. I’m like that about writing, too. I’m all about the latest.
I even have a certain reasoning for being all about the latest which is that I figure if it’s good it’s built on all that has come before, plus everything that came after.
Double plus good, as the kids say.
I like now, to be honest. I’m never lonely anymore because I talk to the internet, and I haven’t had an existential crisis in a while, although that may have more to do with my recent conversion to puritanism. Really, it’s so liberating to be who I am, I wish it for everybody. I woke up one morning and remembered who I am and gave up.
“Good enough”, I said to myself, although we’ll see how I do with that because I’m a bit of a perfectionist. That’s the trick to being a professional writer, you know, being able to say, “good enough”. Then you send it to your editor for embetterment. Editors get off on embettering writing.
Once, when she was about 12 or so, my oldest child was heard to announce to no one in particular but to the world, “I love myself!” It had sort of a revelatory tone to it, but it was stated with such enthusiasm and confidence, that her dad and I just looked at each other and laughed. And then she laughed when she realized we’d overheard her.
Omigawd, I just had a great idea. The next time I’m home alone I’m going to say out loud, “I love myself!” But for now I’ll just say it to you, internet, “I love myself!”
For some reason that reminds me of another line, a line I want to work into a piece, that I came across on the internet. It was a question a commenter on a thread I was following asked of another commenter, “Have you heard about the dogs running free in Detroit City?”
Apparently, animal control officers in Detroit have been responding to incidents involving former pets let loose in bankruptcy living it up in abandoned backyard swimming pools. It would be a great opening lyric, too, wouldn’t it, “Have you heard about the dogs running free in Detroit City?”
It conjures up an image that’s part Lady and the Tramp, part Apocalypse Now, doesn’t it? But there must be a visual of it that’s been posted to the internet by now and the party’s over and pet people are trying to track down the stars and adopt them. And why not? We don’t live in a world in which dogs should be allowed to run wild in abandoned neighborhoods.
We live in a world where nobody should have to be lonely because no matter who we are or where we live we should be able to talk to the internet.
And everyone should be excellent to each other all the time.