Captain’s Log 5,792
I had a busy and wonderful day yesterday. I fired a client who wanted to do stupid things in the museum. Case in point, we will NOT clear the entire exhibit floor so 50 guys can play slot cars in the middle of the room on a track that is 30 x 40 feet. Sorry. Go find another museum. What’s the point of being in a car museum when you remove all the cars? You might as well go to a hotel. Yes? It felt good to tell her to take a hike. I was nice about it. But not completely nice.
I had a board meeting that was okay. I am no longer trounced and clobbered in those meetings because the bad guys from the Confederacy are no longer there to do that. I know they are huddling behind bushes waiting to pounce again with another attack (probably in the media again), but for now, the air is fresh enough to breathe.
After that, I headed off to meet Friend Pam and her daughter at the opening of the new Sonic restaurant in San Diego. Friend Pam works for the utility company and assisted them with the installation of service, etc. She was allowed to bring several friends as VIP’s. So I arrived as a VIP and was allowed to park in one of the ordering stalls right in front of the door. Sonic is like the old-fashioned drive in places where the food was brought to your car. Many of the servers wear roller skates.
Not the Sonic I went to last night but you get the idea
I didn’t have to sit in my car either. The party was inside. Anything you wanted on the menu. Anything. Everything. It was all free. A driver from Fed Ex showed up and wasn’t aware that it was a private party. No problem. He got free food too. It was pretty hilarious. The best thing about Sonic is the milkshakes. Everything else is BLAH, but the shakes are completely and totally out of this world.
I came home and read more magazines about Philip Seymour Hoffman. Holy shit. How sad. Why do so many brilliant people have trouble being with themselves? I have often wondered that. What leads someone down the path of self destruction? Diane Arbus, Hunter S. Thompson, Jerzy Kosinski, Sylvia Plath, Ernest Hemingway, Freddie Prinze, etc. Did Hoffman mean to do it? We will never know. We do know he meant to use. Playing around with something that will kill you almost constitutes an agreement that you are willing to die. At least to me.
What causes that kind of despair? I know that despair is often the result of loneliness. I also know that loneliness does not always mean being alone. The most lonely times in my life have happened when I was surrounded by people. Loneliness is not a reaction, it’s a state of mind.
I have seen the video below several times. I find it inspiring. Especially for those who need sanctuary from the madness of the everyday world. I fall into that category. Alone is okay. Alone is good. Alone can be powerful. It is not bad. It is just different and comes with its own gifts. Give yourself a gift and watch this amazing piece of poetry set to film.