Dear Goddess,
What’s up? How you been? How are the kids, the puppies, the rainbows?
I’ve been thinking…do we really need this internet thing? Do we really need all these books and all this music and all this INFORMATION at once?
Last night I met this so-lovely-woman and she and I commiserated about the strangeness of this modern world. Teenagers today just search something on a device and it’s there. (They even sit in classrooms and watch sitcoms and stuff! Like, woah. Because they are given personal computers by the education system! Adolescents have their own personal TV in their bags at all times! Hmm.)
But what we used to have to do—me and this lovely lady I spoke with, and a lot of others of yous—we used to have to go into the stacks and research. If you wanted to prove your point or write a paper, or learn something, you went to a library. Then you asked for help from a professional librarian. Then you took your slip of paper into the stacks and opened a big book. Then you looked through and took notes from the book in your own penmanship.
Like, woah. that’s what we did for learning. And if we didn’t have the time to do all of that, we just wondered.
(Just imagine what we used to do for love!)
Personally, I think we all need breaks from these screen-dealies we carry all the time. We could all just benefit from some time sitting our butts on grass and feeling the breeze. Breathing in and out.
Being whole. Not trying to acquire anything or become anything, or strive.
Anyway, I had a lovely Philadelphia week. Philadelphia just has this hold on me. I imagine all of these other places in the world that seem more beautiful or hip, and then I sit at a coffee shop in some part of Philadelphia, and eat an Italian cake and a skinny woman walks by with a green t-shirt that says, “Don’t mess with Philly“ and she is pushing a baby in a wagon, and she’s tough and admirable-looking. Then these little baby birds show up and start dancing in the dirt, having dirt baths in the cobblestones. And then movies from 1957 get played on local movie screens, and women you meet at bars are superheroes.
Who can leave?
So. Above is a blog post from the archives, September 2023, that I made into a podcast so that people who like to hear can hear. It is called “A Nation of Godfathers and Jokers” and is about masculinity and what we can start manifesting cinematically if we want a better world.
You can also listen on Spotify if you don’t already subscribe. Or Apple.
And also I am writing this blog about healing called The Paper Cup that I hope you will subscribe to now. Today. (I don’t really understand “substack” but I think The Paper Cup is a whole different blog.)
And here is some art for your Saturday—the May 31st vinyl playlist, and a painting that has its own opinions.
Making art is the most real thing.
(Making babies is pretty real, too. Be careful with that.)
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