I passed Rudy Giuliani yesterday walking with another man near Radio City Music Hall; it was around 35 degrees and neither had an overcoat or raincoat. It particularly struck me, because on the train ride uptown I saw a tall gentleman, in typical politician garb; pinstripe suit, white shirt, striped tie and no overcoat--while everyone else was bundled up---holding court with some people.
Is it a Power look, one of approachability, sign of a waiting car near by or just a coincidence?
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Who gets the arm rest in a plane or theater?
Is everyone supposed to lean to the right or left, and entitled to the use of one armrest? First come first serve? So, if you go to the restroom do you forfeit the arm rest? Was there ever a time when any thought was given to this?
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
"Perfect"
Perfect or Great?
I am so conflicted by the word "Perfect." I observe my own actions, as well as, how others use and react to this
word that has an aurora so large and at the same time so limiting. I hear of artist and people in all professions
who demand from their work, the utmost and still haven't satisfied that unfilled or unfulfillable; move, chord, stroke, chisel, weld, letter or stamp to meet the fantasy outline in their head.
The robotic precision of the late Michael Jackson's Moon Walk had captured the essence of perfection, in his every move.
To repeat it and emulate it though seems counter intuitive to my view as artistic expression. Michael had isolated perfection---
drawing attention to its fragmented nature--- by breaking the moves of his strut down and deconstructing them (by no means, simple) then
by putting them back together had demonstrated and entertained how ludicrous a perfect human might look. Was he perfect, or was he
incredibly human in his observations, knowing what people wanted, needed or yearned for in order to be wowed or woken up in effort for
them to pursue their own dreams and desires.
One of the greatest showman of our time was far from perfect, but that isn't meant to take anything away from him, only to
compassionately add that humanity is sometimes complicated, painful and confusing. Some may say that "going out" at the
top of your "game" is worth it, since some candles aren't meant to burn that long. I prefer to find balance in all aspects of my life now and to
work at a pace and goal where I feel I can find gratitude as I pursue the acceptance of putting forth a great effort in whatever I do. No longer
do I want to be sabotaged by my-self or others in a critical state of debilitating perfection seeking. (Theirs or mine.)
An Indian proverb put it all in perspective for me: The day you have a perfect day, is the day you die.
I am so conflicted by the word "Perfect." I observe my own actions, as well as, how others use and react to this
word that has an aurora so large and at the same time so limiting. I hear of artist and people in all professions
who demand from their work, the utmost and still haven't satisfied that unfilled or unfulfillable; move, chord, stroke, chisel, weld, letter or stamp to meet the fantasy outline in their head.
The robotic precision of the late Michael Jackson's Moon Walk had captured the essence of perfection, in his every move.
To repeat it and emulate it though seems counter intuitive to my view as artistic expression. Michael had isolated perfection---
drawing attention to its fragmented nature--- by breaking the moves of his strut down and deconstructing them (by no means, simple) then
by putting them back together had demonstrated and entertained how ludicrous a perfect human might look. Was he perfect, or was he
incredibly human in his observations, knowing what people wanted, needed or yearned for in order to be wowed or woken up in effort for
them to pursue their own dreams and desires.
One of the greatest showman of our time was far from perfect, but that isn't meant to take anything away from him, only to
compassionately add that humanity is sometimes complicated, painful and confusing. Some may say that "going out" at the
top of your "game" is worth it, since some candles aren't meant to burn that long. I prefer to find balance in all aspects of my life now and to
work at a pace and goal where I feel I can find gratitude as I pursue the acceptance of putting forth a great effort in whatever I do. No longer
do I want to be sabotaged by my-self or others in a critical state of debilitating perfection seeking. (Theirs or mine.)
An Indian proverb put it all in perspective for me: The day you have a perfect day, is the day you die.
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