Fine Art

Now I’ve lived in my neighborhood for quite some years, and often, as I walk the streets only houses away from my own residence, I walk past the face of a man who day in and day out parks his truck in arriving home. His eyes are accepting and his countenance is kind.

Many times I have passed him, and in all have recognized his consistency of outreached presence. For so many years, I have accepted him as part of the neighborhood, but until recently, and inspired by 365, I’ve decided to reach out a little further in getting to know him. So for the last several weeks I’ve been inviting him to be part of 365.

In all invites, my reserved neighbor has been humbly pleasant, “Not right now, maybe later.”

Every time I see him I wish my signature hello, and basically, it makes no difference to me if my still not known neighbor interviews or not. What is important is that we have at least have grown to respect each other enough to share first names and the unity that brings to a neighborhood.

Sam is his given. And with first names in mind we have managed to stay connected through a series of daily pleasantries. Pleasantries that after weeks of sharing Sam has finally agreed to interview.

So today we meet in Sam’s living room, where I am warmly invited by not only him, but by his wife and his grandmother to partake of a relaxing day’s end conversation.

Sam is a hard-working guy, as seen by the wear on his hands after a long day of breaking concrete at a construction job.

“I work a lot,” Sam tells me.

I work a lot… In some way, it resonates with me as a tremendous understatement. For every day… seven days a week his truck is absent from our neighborhood. Seven days a week I see him returning home close to sunset, and Seven days a week he can be found watering his yard in a last act of work before reclining into his home for rest.

“We all need work, I’m just lucky,” Sam respectfully declares as he opens up regarding his self-purpose.

“We have grandkids. For me… maybe I’ll die in ten years. We need to think about the kids and their futures.

I dream about buying property in Mexico. Maybe save money for retirement. But I want my kids to have something.

I came to this country for one year. Now I’ve been here for 20 and need to look out for my family.”

Sam’s English is broken, but even with our struggling to share our words; we connect on universal common ground.

“We need more communication… or something like that,” Sam wishes for the people of the planet.

To support his point of reason, Sam advises us with a hint regarding a plausible first step, “You have to be a good neighbor.”

“What about all of Los Angeles and beyond our neighborhood?” I ask.

“Oh… Lots of trouble… Lots of people sleeping in the streets.”

“If you had any words to tell to the politicians, what would you tell them?” I second.

“Find more ways to house the homeless, even apartments so they don’t have to live on the streets,” Sam compassionately platforms as he looks those who are struggling greater than he.

“What about the world and the future of it?” I up the reach of our conversation.

“Economically, I don’t know… But looking ahead, in fifteen years we’ll need more food in California and around the world. Things like buying property in Africa for agriculture and in other countries for rice or anything like that. And water, we have water trouble too. All around the world people are needing clean water to drink and food to eat.”

Sam is a hard-working man. A man who works to feed his family, and a man who has hope for a fed world and a housed people.

It’s written, “The meek shall inherit the earth.” Not that I am calling Sam meek by any means. I’m saying the extreme opposite. For in his work worn hands a story is told.

Sam is a strong man… a man of honesty, integrity and greatest of all, gratitude for that which he has; and a man of true concern for those less fortunate for himself.

In other words, Sam is an example to us all.

“Go with your own heart, go with your own soul.

 Trust people… people are good. All over the planet people are the same, but government is trying to keep us apart… Don’t trust the government.”

A great “We the people,” perspective, delivered to us today by new friend, comedian and entertainer, Pijman.

I run into him in purchasing two small Dell monitors at his moving sale. Pijman tells me he is moving to Vegas. “There is way more opportunity there than in Los Angeles,” he further explains.

I get it, I’m an X-Vegas resident and know of the many comedy clubs and showroom opportunities that the city of neon houses. Plus, LV boasts great local community once you get off the strip.

In jest, I suggest to Pijman, “You are the comic of the future and the superstar of tomorrow.”

He smiles at my compliment, but quickly shakes it off. It is here I notice the greatness of depth possessed by this man of humor.

Pijman, is an optimist for a better world, a self-reflected realist who has faith for what man can be.

“If you look at history, we’ve just gotten better… with racial equality… with everything… we are just getting wiser and wiser.

I’m an optimistic person. I believe humanity will jump on its feet no matter what happens. No matter what government does to us… humanity will rise to the challenge,” Pijman proposes as he cites his view of the world ahead.

“I agree with your perspective,” I confirm to Pijman. But as I do, I tell him of several instances in which the people I have approached have attacked me for one reason or another.

I’ve been personally blamed for many of the problems of the world, simply because I’m American. I’ve been accused of blasphemy and of controlling the lives of people because of my baptism to Christianity, and I have been condemned for my Jewish background. I’ve been categorized for my race and repelled for my gender. You name it, it has been pointed at me… personally.

I’ve been called a hypocrite, an intruder, and just yesterday an evil spirit when, as sitting silently in a coffee-house, a stranger walks up to me, silently pointing at his handwritten note, “Why are you throwing negative energy at me?”

That one floored me.

Maybe I am an evil spirit… But I really hope not… Yet, I’m willing to explore the accusation and will get on my knees to ask from a higher power if I am off track.

Pijman, gives me his perspectives regarding judgments on the individual, and unintentionally, also talks me off the ledge of my self-plunder in rebounding to the above-mentioned accusation of being a negative energy.

“’I don’t blame Americans for anything… I am an American… A Persian American. I was born under the Shaw, which was a puppet regime. A fake regime, and there I was… witnessing people dying for nothing in the Iraq war. And it just made it clearer about what George Carlin taught. ‘Don’t trust the government.’

Weapons of mass destruction… that war that was obviously on false basis… The Shaw of Iran, which was a total sham… Not real… You can come down on the government, but I can’t blame you because you are an American. I would not blame you personally for weapons of mass destruction; you had as much say in that war as I did… None.’”

The summation: We can’t be liked by everyone, or are expected to be best friends with the world. But we can look at each other in a positive light until we have all the facts. It’s about recognizing the humanity of the human being, not at the circumstances they live, are governed by or our own fears of self-projections. Life is more about that golden rule thing we have so often spoken of.

“I love Buddhist thinking…” Pijman reveal of his beliefs, “…There is a mystical branch of Buddhism, which is called Zen Buddhism. And there is a mystical branch of Islam, which is called Sufi Islam, or Dervish.

And they’re beliefs parallel so much. It’s like these two ancient people who came from different cultures, speaking different languages, both arriving at the same conclusion about us being one. Destruction of the ego, being in the moment, being in the now, and the level of what they call perfection in Islam, and enlightenment in Zen Buddhism. When I found two cultures that meditated, and were spiritual, coming to the same conclusion… I was sold. That was my religion, I became a Dervish at that moment.”

Earlier I titled Pijman, “A man of great depth.”

A claim that even in only knowing him for twenty short minutes, I am willing to make.

He honestly allowed me into his world without reservation, and opened up with the greatest of trust. Pijman is evidence of our 365 statement, “We are all in this thing together.”

An endorsement that he bears in his concluding words, “God bless everybody. I’m a really faithful person. I believe God is in all of our hearts somewhere, regardless of what faith we are.”

I pack my bag and ready to leave, when Pijman reaches out to me one last time, “Peace to you brother!” he bids.

Pijmam… good luck in Vegas! I’m sure we will all see you under the big lights one day.

I’ve succumbed to the land of retail. Yep, I’ve left behind my aversion of the shopping center. And, although it still radiates in my mind as one of America’s cultural downfalls, as well as the kingdom of big business enterprise, I have to humble up in also acknowledging that… if entering its boarders with a correct perspective… it can also be viewed as a melting pot of humanity and individual expression.

In this analysis, I come to a generalized conclusion in proposing a different approach to the mall shopping experience, “We just have to be willing to drop our humanity isolating walls and shopping agendas to take breath in occasionally looking away from the window displays and eating options. And as we do, grant ourselves permission to change our point of reasoning. From time to time allowing a spontaneous gaze away from the climate controlled land of plenty. Redirecting our interest towards the people who are co-travelers in navigating the ambient noise and consistency of shopping center air.”

So yes, I am now OK with the occasional mall visit, and have adapted a new mantra for entering any shopping center, “I do not shop… I wander.”

And with the new weekly reoccurrence of my daughter’s art class on floor one of the Promenade Plaza, you may be reading a few more entries from my shopping center strangers turned friends.

Yes… I have succumbed, but it is not with regrets. It is with full acceptance, for in the midst of the homogenization of consumerism, can be found genius.

I’ll point a finger at myself for the unfair judgment that I have been bearing in my aversion in consumer central. And after today’s meeting I will reframe my outlook. (A note of clarification: I’m not calling myself a genius. The genius is in those I meet).

All people are fascinating – no matter who or where the are. And in every meeting we have shared over the last 259 days, there has been no comment, or point of view that has been mundane.

We’re at the tail end of 365, almost to the two-digit countdown. With this realization, comes the acknowledgement of the eventual end of this first year of 365. In this, one thought keeps looming over my head, “Have we done any good?”

My hope is that we have… And my dream is that we all continue to come together in whatever way we can and wherever we are able to do so.

With this lowering of my emotional curtain, I leave us all another challenge. A challenge that is bearing hard on me to facilitate as I see that 365 year-one will soon be over.

Hear it is… simply, “Readers, we need each other more now than ever… please reach out in getting to know, or at least trying to understand your neighbors. Whenever, wherever and however you can.” And if you accept, I promise you will be pleasantly enlightened.

The world is shrinking, and technology is helping that to happen. But it is not a replacement for human interaction. Never forget, and I ask you that in your own way and however deep you want to reach into your comfort zone, that you help in carrying on the mission of 365, “We are all in this thing together.”

Why am I so pumped up this day? I give credit to the highly educated and compassionate words of single mother of two, Maya. She quotes,

“I’ll share some wisdom I shared with my son recently – The greatest power that we can attain is when let go of the illusion that we are separate from anyone, or even ourselves, or the world… but, that in actuality, we are all connected. There is no separation. All is one in the universe, and that’s a source of great power.

What that means for the world is we’re in a time of enormous change. The world has limited resources, it has real constrains, and we need to be able to respect and honor those resources. And as we respect those limits and constraints, may we be able to change our ways of interacting socially and environmentally in order to promote growth of natural resources and equitable distribution, so that we can all enjoy the abundance that this world has to offer.

Because I predict that in the future… the second part of your question… we’re going to see what is means to be human rapidly change. There will be long term ramifications for technology becoming more living, and for humans becoming more technological.

I see that the world can either benefit from this shift in what it means to be human… or it can suffer. And, that perhaps we will seek other ways of living. But, we should remember that the earth is unique in all of our galaxy as far a we can see, and the universe as a whole.

 Yes… there is slight probabilities that there is life or intelligence elsewhere, but the fact is that life is existing here. It’s precious, and it’s diverse and it’s dynamic. And as much as it can be influenced by our technological advancements as a species, we should also embrace what is natural and what is living. That type of balance I see as going to be one of the major impacts of the future. Our consciousness can evolve as not just a species human, but to a higher conscious of what it means to be part of the living world.”

Maya is fascinating; her thoughts are deep and provoking. Who would have thought that I would meet such a mind in the mall?

In the words of Arnold, “I’ll be back!”

Thanks Maya!

Last night was a terrible night of sleep, when at 2:00am my daughter gets up and says, “Daddy… there is someone in the backyard! Can you call the police? I want to go to a hotel to sleep.”

“Hotel…” I groggily question, “Why a hotel?”

Got to love the imagination of childhood, “It’s safe there,” she says.

To the window I go, and with the support of barks from our intimidating Yorkshire and Scottish Terriers, I yell to our well-walled yard and vacant yard, “Go away!”

No reaction… the yard is clear. I even pause for a careful listen and a study of our people conscience K-9’s. Thirty-minutes down, the backyard is absolutely void of man. The coast is clear, time for sleep.

“We’re OK kiddo… go to sleep,” I comfort.

“No daddy… someone is really there!” she whispers, not wanting to be heard by our unseen assailant.

“I tell you what… I’ll go look outside and if there is no one there, can we go to sleep,” I plea.

“OK daddy.”

Oh, by the way, my wife is now awake, so this incident is starting becoming a family engagement.

To the stairs I go, and after tripping over a laundry basket that is strategically place at the base of the steps, quite possibly with the intent to kill, I begin my underwear wielding exploration of land’s known.

There is not a living being in sight, and other that the sleep deprived ramblings of the Radstone militia, my 2:45am barefoot romp over dog doo infested grasslands is generally uninterrupted (It is now that I very much regret my not living up to my shoveling commitment).

Again… “No one in the backyard,” I report in returning from my recon mission. And other that the organic land mines that somehow my bare feet have managed to safely circumvent, the field is safe.

I debrief commander daughter. “All safe, dogs accounted for, area secure, may we return to sleep General.”

“Daddy, stay calm…” the whispering memo resumes, “… really, there is really someone out there, can we go to a hotel!?”

We’re one hour into the search, at first, I’m patient and understanding, but as we align for round four of “there is no one there,” I can’t help to disperse to visions of the film, “The Sixth Sense,” where Cole says to his dad, “Daddy, I see dead people.”

Contrasting that reference, the only dead person I see is the one about to pass out from lack of REM time, namely me. I prepare for what I am assured is to be a sleepless night of epic proportion. And it is.

I wake this morning, and trust me; wake is a glorified understatement. The actuality is much less glorified; full mind fatigue, a family of moody reactors… all twitchy, and all just looking for a reason. The beginnings of an outstanding day are starting to disolve.

Better yet, the ringing in my ears has transitioned to a shifting dance of eye flare at the sight of the rising sun. So as I mind travel into an apprehensive tiredness in approaching the today, I am halted from my own sleep selfishness when I realize the clock is ticking and I have not yet met my friend for the last twenty-four hour period.

“I’ve got to go on a 365 drive,” I stammer, announcing to the General of sleep torture and her other victim – my equally shell-shocked wife.

I’m telling you, that at times the sanctuary of my car is a hallowed space, and today it gives me a second wind of inspiration as to where to go. “To the business district!” Corporal Honda charges.

Wow! I’m really sleep deprived; my auto is now speaking to me. “Hey baggy eyed dude! How about you get over your post invisible man issues by going on a scouting mission? And why not revisit the original motivator to the beginning of 365 – the humanity lacking CEO that got you reaching out for a better humanity?”

I’m already feeling crappy, now I’m hallucinating. But, what the heck, let’s go for it and see if we can scout out a stressed executive who is just looking for a target. Maybe I’ll be luck and take a verbal arrow. “All for one and one for all! Hip Hip Cheerio and all that!”

The day is beginning a bit dizzy, so I’m in, bring on the battle of wits, I’m ready.

Into the jungle of glass towers car and I deploy, reading to become a casualty of the 8:30am start-up pace. But as I walk towards the black towers of enterprise, I come across Canon Business Solutions expert Luis, who is check listing his equipment and supplies in readying himself for a siege on the front lines.

I approach, and prying on my shell-shocked personality, I reach out with a handshake in inviting him into our world.

Quickly, Luis joins our ranks, and with and equally open handshake, reaches out a hand friendship saying, “I’d be glad to answer your questions. It would be a pleasure, and kind of an honor to be able to be part of your project.”

Luis’ words hit home fast, and humble me to review the attitude brought upon me from a sleepless night. He states, “Always be patient to another person… always respect that other person…”

It’s not that I did not respect my daughter. In fact, I listened to her worries, not discounting the possibility of an intruder to our property. But was I patient and fully respectful of her fears? A question that I am examining as I write this post.

Luis expands, “…and if you are able to do anything for your community, always share something that everybody in your community can look to as way to at least be happy where they live.”

I’m humbled again. I’ll be the first to admit that I have a corporate America chip on my shoulder. But is it fair of me that because of an abusive treatment I received way back in September, that I should place a general assessment on a whole culture? I think not!

So… I write corrected. And although I will no lie in telling you that I shall still stand to the front of the fight in bearing arms for the rights of the individual. As well as challenging your acceptance in carrying forward my call in championing the power of the one. I must step away from myself long enough to listen to Luis in opening my eyes a little wider. To see the good works of corporate America, and to push myself in not reflecting too heavily on the corrupters and money mongers.

Lois addresses his counsel for what is to come.

“’God willing… hopefully we will still be here, and for our children, hopefully it will be a cleaner world. This green thing is a good idea… ‘Going Green…’ Hopefully by then I can make it to my eighty years old. I’m only forty-six. That will be forty years from now, but having tolerance, and hopefully having peace… everybody could get along with each other.

And I wish everybody in the world would have a little patience with each other so that everybody can get alone.”

Lois has experienced a lot of life, “I had a couple of things happen to me, and believe me, it really humbles a person, when you have an experience or tragedy that affects you personally, or when you see a person that doesn’t have a home and can’t even eat, it makes you think.

I had a medical the experience that happened to me. I was like an hour away from dying, I thought that would never happen to me, but it did. And because of that I will never look at the world the same again.”

Lois… you say, “If you are able to do anything for your community, always share something that everybody in your community can look to as way to at least be happy where they live.”

I get it… And I think I understand why you are so open with me this day. And even though you are journeying into the corporate jungle, I can understand your mission. Sure you are repairing machines, but after speaking with you, might I be presumptuous enough to comment that I think you are also repairing communities.

Per your words Lois, “And I wish everybody in the world would have a little patience with each other so that everybody can get alone.”

Thanks Lois!

I get into a sidewalk discussion with a couple of unknown neighbors. Denise (not pictured) digs the 365 project, “You should interview my sixteen year old son, he always has something to say.”

Five minutes later, I’m standing at the door meeting her the young and brilliantly outspoken Daniel.

I’ve often said, “The future is in good hands,” and Daniel is at the front of the pack in supporting that notion.

With a perfect 4.0 GPA, Daniel is not only intelligent; he is wise beyond his years.

Denise invites me into their home for a neighborly visit. I have to tell you it’s been really cool getting to know not only the people of my city and wherever I travel, but also those that live so close to me. This alone forces me to challenge us all to do the same.

You often hear me spout from my soapbox, “Say hello to the world.” And with the experience of this entry, I guess we have to ask ourselves, “Do we know our neighbors?”

I’ll admit, that until 365, I was a little reclusive in my community. That will never be the same again. The quest to know my neighbors is ramping up, and I encourage you to join me. If you have any stories, please comment. Know that we all always appreciate your contributions.

…Back to Daniel.

“Look to tomorrow” he proposes in positioning a secondary thought that accelerates our conversation to a deeper level. That thought… “Today’s problems are going to be gone.”

We talk about his point for a while and agree on a conclusion. What Daniel is saying is too many people are caught up in the wants of the now, or distracted by the influences, both negative and positive, that hit them, and us, every day. We’ve called it “The Storm Of Life” in past entries.

And at sixteen Daniel has found the secret that many of us much older folks are still trying to master. The way I see it, he is living towards the future, not obsessing about the now, and letting go of what he can’t control in acting on what he can.

“Today’s problems are going to be gone.” Daniel advises.

And in his council he leaves us a palpable action point. Do what we can now, and ponder how our actions will affect the future.

Daniel talks of letting go and of his view of the world, “If everything was answered for us, or life was perfect, there would be no point in living.

It’s hard being a teenager. There is peer pressure, insecurity, discovering emotions, feelings your don’t understand, bullying and starting to notice girls – a big part in being a teenage guy.

You start to get depressed because it’s too much to absorb. You think there is no way out… but eventually you start to understand.”

With a smile on his face Daniel put it into its plainest expression, “If life were perfect then everything would suck and there would be nothing to learn.

We need to find humanity. There is very little of it in our society. Everyone is all about being the best at any cost. They focus on the me, the individual. Asking what makes me happy, and never looking at how they can help others.”

Balance is what Daniel is discussing and I am strikingly impressed that in speaking with such a young man, the topic has even arisen.

Daniel is proof to us that the future truly is in good hands; hands that are forward thinking, compassionate in seeking a better world and best of all… realistic.

“It’s going to get worse,” Daniel forecasts.

Yet with his prediction, he directs us in what we can do to positively influence his apprehensions of a worsening path, “Live your life in a way that you feel is actually helpful.

 Don’t worry about what others are doing… just do what is right.”

But… Hey I’m just a teenager… I don’t know everything.

I had no idea that today is a solar eclipse, and it’s crazy that I did not know about it. It’s not that I’ve been a slacker or overly focused on self or materialistic things. And I promise you that I’ll not publicly beat myself up or launch into an overly emotional or self-analytical throw up in blog form. That would be too self-absorbed. I’m just exposing my mind fart as a symbolic reference to the distractions of modern living, and as a sign to us all in encouraging a slow down to smell the roses.

How do I come to know of the eclipse? In steps today’s friends, dating couple Kelly and Mike, of whom I run into through stopping at a park where a curious group of people are gathering to observe moons passing in front of the sun.

And with this theme, Mike departs a relevant link in his advice to us. “Make sure you pay attention to the beautiful things in the world, and in the solar system. Nature is beautiful and there are things happening all the time… too many of us get too busy and don’t notice at all.

This is a couple of times in a lifetime event and I think most people don’t know it is happening.”

I missed the eclipse memo, and lucky for me Mike has brought me up to speed.

Kelly shares, “Make sure to take time for yourself and your family, because life is too short… it really goes by fast, and you lose people in your life pretty quickly. We need to realize this before it’s too late and they’re gone, leaving you with regret after they’re gone. So take time, life is not about your job… money… life is about friendship and family… taking time for yourself.

I’ve learned this in the last few years.

I’m still a work in progress. I literally made my job my life, it was my friendships, it was where I socialized, it was the money, and it was all I lived and breathed… the job.

It was that way until I had to deal with other things in my life happening, till it took me down, and once it took me down it really took me down. I’m still in that kind of career, but I’ll never have the kind of drive or tenacity again… like I had before, it will never be the same… I don’t want it to be… I never want to be that person ever again… Never.”

“Do you have a hope for what’s to come for the people?” I inquire of Kelly.

“I hope that our economy bounces back and that we all can have nice lives again and not have to worry about if we are going to have social security money when we retire, or if we are going to have to work until the day we die.”

Mike cues in, “I hope that people can come together and get beyond the petty difference that we often have as a focal point in our daily lives, and that they can focus instead on the fact that we are all part of humanity.

When disaster strikes we all seem to pull together. It would be nice if we could do that all the time.”

Kelly, “’I’m from Buffalo, New York… Everybody says hi there, everybody nods and says how you doing…! Let me get the door for you…! Everybody! That’s why it’s called ‘The City Of Neighbors.’”

Today there is no disaster, no contempt, nor any class distinction. Gathered is a diverse group of park goers, all with one unified intent in witnessing a magical moment of solar cycles.

And to close lets pick from Mike’s quote, “It would be nice if we could do this all the time.”

Kelly, Mike, thank you for you’re input, good to be able to call you neighbors.

I’ll be completely transparent in letting you know that I am still recovering on my sleep and family commitments from the two long days of effort that our word challenge of Thursday required.

Yet needless to say, and even though I’m prioritizing family time today, I do so with the accompaniment of my 365 camera backpack, an appendage that my family has now learned to love and to accept in our everyday life. To quote my beloved, “You better go get your second wife (of course, she is refereeing to my camera bag, what kind of guy do you think I am).”

It’s like we are becoming The Three Musketeers of outreach. So much so that every time my well is low, either my wife or daughter picks me up, or throws me out of the house in supporting me in meeting my 365 friends.

Thus, credit to who credit is due. Got to love my daughter, who with the purest of intent takes control of today’s friend finding.

“Lets go to my art class dad, maybe you can take a picture of my teacher Miss Vanessa.”

I’m tired… she speaks… I follow.

Well Miss Vanessa is not in, but the studio is full of activity. A teen and adult class is in session, and sitting at the reception desk, in wait of his teen-age daughters completion of class, is proud father Stuart.

On his lap is his youngest girl, who somehow my girl had noticed getting her ears pierced earlier in the afternoon. Now as I previously mentioned, I’m a little tired. And because of that, my personality switch is in neutral.

My kid is my hero today, “I saw you getting your ears pierced,” she inquires of her equally aged stranger. At nine years old, she impresses me with her social gesture and before I have a chance to think I find myself drawn into a conversation with Stuart.

We chat art history and family for a few minutes as I smile at my daughter’s happiness in helping to friendship Stuart and his daughters. These are the moments that count.

With tremendous warmth and a very welcoming and lighthearted demeanor Stuart gives us a several short hand responses (his wife has just arrived and is waiting to meet he and daughters).

And with our needing to get to a birthday party, we all agree to keep it short.

A couple last notes before I report on Stuart’s council. Know that I give you the above journal in the pursuit of disclosure, not in the quest of shoulder pats. I do this for a few reasons. 1) Several of our followers are contemplating, or have embarked on their own 365 quests, and, for their comparison, I feel it a responsibility to report as much as I can on my daily attitudes. 2) It’s my way of opening a more vicarious view to my changing head space. Just consider me the guinea pig of reaching out. My hope in doing so? That in some way it may be helpful in connecting us all to do our part in sharing our hello’s. And, perhaps via exposing the circumstances of my meetings, I might throw a light is some way.

That said, on to Stuart’s first enlightenment.

Simply stated, “People need to lighten up.”

The people working in the studio (all of whom have been listening to our conversation) stop in their tracks, “That a good one,” they express in seconding Stuarts advice.

Cool… Stuart’s words are already working!

“Per the future… Free policy economics is the only thing that is going to save humanity,” Stuart predicts accompanied by a smile and a humble side bar, “We all have our biases… right?”

“Can you elaborate on that concept?” I ask.

Stuart takes a short break to gather his thoughts and gives us a few supporting bullet points:

• The individual’s ability to follow their desires in the marketplace.
• Ideas will allow for a greater sharing of information.
• Knowledge will inspire economic growth and social improvement.
• Otherwise we are a going down hill.

“And I don’t know how we get there.”

 “That’s pretty honest.” I encourage Stuart.

He corrects, “That pretty pessimistic actually.”

I differ though. I see no pessimism. I see an opinion… and one that has merit.

What is good about Stuart’s comments are that in them we can all take away a greater awareness of the words of others. And with this awareness, and if we choose to listen, we can then nurture a greater apathy for the conditions or thoughts of others. Wouldn’t that be a start in opening a better dialogue in general?

Stuart wraps with a cultural observation. “We should probably stop watching TV… better yet… it’s a pretty good medium… we should stop relying on it.

Go read a book… A newspaper… Or learn how to think.”

Only blocks from my house I run into Joe as he crouches under a car, repairing it radiator. He is on a side street… looks intimidating… and leaves question as to if is friend of foe.

I approach him, grab a curb seat beside him, and we embark on a most pleasant perspective.

I quote Joe in entirety. But before I leave you with his advice, I give you a personal finding, one that I have grown to cleave unto in my daily life. Forgive me if I sound like a minister. That is something that I definitely claim not to be.

“Judge not by the external, but seek the internal. In that may we all find our own humanity.”

Joe, the curtains are opening, and the stage is yours my friend.

“’There are two men sitting in a bar, up in Alaska, and they are having their discussion. It is theological topic. One man leans to the other and says, ‘I cannot believe in your God.’ And the other man says, ‘Why not?’

I gave him a chance to prove himself one day… And he didn’t. Did you give him a chance to prove himself to you, the other man says.

I went to check my traps several miles out of town. And this total white out snowstorm comes along and I couldn’t see nothing. I had no supplies and, basically, I couldn’t find my way back to town. So I got down on my knees and said, ‘God if your there, you know, I’m gonna die if you don’t help me!’ The other man says, ‘Surely you must believe… you’re here today!’

And he say’s some God*!* Eskimo came along and showed me the way back to town!’

‘So that’s all God has to work with is people. And he sends people everywhere there is work that needs to be done… Everything happens for a reason. We are all where we are supposed to be…. whether we believe it or not.

So everyone is an Eskimo, because we all help each other. Some people, even in being something bad, are being an Eskimo, because, they’re creating something somewhere. Someone that people think is crazy could be on the brink of some major discovery!

We always sell our selves short! Thinking that we are not nothing, but everyone has the possibility to be vitally important. We’re all Eskimos.

Time is actually a place, because when you’re trying to describe time you always refer to it as a place. Remember when we lived over there, when we hung out over there. Remember when we did this there.

Time is described as a place… it seems like. We were there, we were here, and yet, we see time as being…(pause)… Time.

But the only time there is… Is now!

What do I see in the future?

There is only now, and if everyone, or if I stay living in the now. And make my decisions on what I am doing now, based upon what I am feeling inside, you know, down there in the gut. I’m gonna do good.

We all know the difference between what’s wright and what’s wrong. We just don’t want to listen. We just want to sever that connection. And for whatever reasons people have, they do. That’s why I think we should all go into therapy. It gets you in touch with what’s really inside.

Pay attention to what is going on now, instead of for the future or in the past like so many people seem to do. I think people would be a whole hell of a lot nicer, or at least more sensitive to each other and get away from the ‘I’m thinking of my future…therefor I am not going to allow you to get in my way’ attitude.

If your just in the now, ‘I’m here we’re people there is nothing to gain.’ If you get ahead of me so what… where are you going… your not going anywhere, because there is only now.

It’s all about a faith.

God wants you to have faith… To believe.

I don’t believe in God… I know… I know… It’s fact to me.

When Jesus was asked, ‘Where is the kingdom of God?’ He responded, ‘To find the kingdom of God, look inside yourself.’”

Joe goes onto tell me about times in his life where he found himself in the right place at the right time to help other people out. We chat for an hour and there are too many experiences to easily express in this little blog. I’ll leave you with one of his generalizations.

“25 years ago, if I was walking around asking these questions, I’m curious to how they would have been answered.

 And for today, don’t we see that what we are doing is causing a problem here? There are a lot of people out there trying to get awareness, but not a lot are doing anything about it.”

Joe is a very intelligent man, and with his sober perspective might we take his advice and grab our Mukluks.

His opinion is bold, and his faith is humbly intact, but in sharing a lighter side, Joe leaves us with a quote from Hollywood Legend Errol Flynn, “The most important thing you need to do every day is to shave.”

Looks like we will be very well groomed Eskimos.

Talk tomorrow my friends.