Christmas, every year we know it is inevitable. We know it’s coming. Some people buy for the next year the boxing day after this one. Over prepared. I did that one year and forgot all about those gifts until some time in July!
We sort of gage our Christmas cheer by the welcoming of the season with the snow and bone chilling cold. Except when there is no snow it sort of goes to the back of our minds….no snow means fall still. Right? Lots of time. Then, suddenly, it’s December 1 already and time’s a wasting!
I was pleasantly surprised though by the cheeriness on Locke Street on the weekend. Santa and Mrs. Claus were out ringing bells and handing out candy canes along with their Christmas cheer. Then there were carolers and a horse drawn buggy carting passengers up and down the street. The sun was shining and there was no snow but there sure was spirit! I realized I had better get to getting ready! As I had found my Christmas Cheer, right there on Locke St.!
Let the Christmas Shopping BEGIN!!
— Jack Kerouac (On the Road)
Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
— Jack Kerouac
The conflict is whether or not Jack Kerouac was a visionary. I suppose the answer lays in your definition of visionaryism. I happen to think the answer is Yes. Is this because I am a writer? Perhaps. Is it because I am spiritual? Perhaps. the truth holds for me that Jack paved away for any uncensored, uncaged voices to be heard. For those “not fond of rules”. He started the whole ‘Beat Generation Movement. Which remains in practice today.
Jack had a big big voice. Beyond all the ones he heard in his head and in his own private helldom. Some will argue that alcohol may have been his main voice. Who can say. It remains true that his light seemed to dim after his success reeled and his alcholism gave way to new doors that Jack seemed to despise. Still he kept writing and inspiring. His following is still somewhat underground and under appreciated…but those who see his brilliance consider it a beacon in the world of revolutionary poetry. Jacks work has inspired the way that I write and has had a quiet influence on how see the ways of the world we create. “….because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
The world lost an amazing voice, and visionary October 21, 1969.
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.”
— Jack Kerouac
It is sad. It’s not the housing that is the problem it is the societal segragation and basic state of sterotype. Also the lack of responsibilty to each individual. Guaranteed lack of clear perpsective of any humanity. Children do not break the law due to ONLY the fact that they live in ‘affordable housing’. There is so much more complexity involved in that scapegoated reason.
As it is an uneducated gullable view.
I wonder if the people opposed to it realize that they ARE a part of the societal downgrading that makes those children feel as though they have no where to go and no other choice. Still, recognizing parents are root. As we all say, it takes a village to raise a child. Do we only mean “good” children? Is it fair to close the village to other children?
Working in this field I see it everyday, There is so many more problems added rather than solutions, and it seems Everyone forgets to own thier responsibility inside of the outcome. “Someone Else” will do it. Right?
If the police get called to one neighbourhood for one bad seed, several times it makes the crime rate for that area rise. Obviously. The Police deal with facts of law and crime, yet we must remember they are not social workers nor psychotherapists.
I can say it is a slap in the face to hard working responsible people. Being a hard working single mother myself, when I needed ‘affordable housing’, due to a work injury my life changed in an instant. Was I viewed as a drug dealer or perhaps a thief? I can assure I am not the only one like me.
Judgement is small box.
Thanks Mark for this article. Really well written.
Tito Ortiz, “the Huntington beach bad boy” is set to fight Forrest Griffin, in the UFC 106, tonight. The last time he fought Griffin he won. It appeared that Griffin might very well take that fight, but Ortiz came back and beat him bloody.
I had mixed feelings about this match up. When Tito first apppeared on the scene he was my favorite fighter, as I was over the arrogance of Ken Shamrock at that point.
Then quickly, Ortiz became a foul mouthed, arrogant, disrespectful ring monkey. Did fame get to him? The high of winning? Only he knows. In the mean time, Griffin came on the scene and I became a huge fan of his fighting style and respect for his opponents. So, this decision was tough.
Ortiz took an injury related hiatus and for the last few seasons has been a sideliner, with his wife Jenna Jamieson. Also in the mean time he has become a father. Perhaps this has given him a fresh perspective.
I hope it has, as I am voting for him tonight. Call it a nostalgic vote…..even though I do think that Griffin is prime for this win.
In the last few weeks, upon coming home, I have driven past a film set. Unsure WHO was filming and what. I must admit I was intrigued greatly, having been heavily involved in the industry prior to becoming a mother. A film set always buzzes. There’s so much energy and always something to be done. It’s long been a fascination of mine. And a passion.
However, last night I drove past it again. Except, when I turned the corner, I saw the sign for what it was. Crash and Burn. I had read about this local tv drama being filmed all around Hamilton, a while back in The Spectator. I should have clued in, but clearly I did not connect the dots.
Anyway, I must say the one night I drove by, quite late and everything had wrapped up for the day. All the trailers were locked up and all was dark….and still. Approaching the corner to turn, I looked over and saw a hooded person, slouched in a lawn chair. A watch man? A young, hooded slouch? What was he equipped with to stop me from jimmying into a trailer? Perhaps a radio, at most. I thought, he could not chase me, after all I could just see his pants belted to his knees, trying to catch up. All I could think was, THAT they should film! Trailer, Jimmy, ACTION! I had a little giggle to myself as I drove past.
Surely I know there are alarms in place to stop such an event…but that poor soul was clearly a rookie! Here’s a lawn chair son, keep an eye open. We’ll see you at 8am! Truly, what a laugh. Still, I was pretty sure he was asleep.
AH the film industry in Hamilton, Thriving! In MY neighborhood (and most likely in yours) BRAVO Hamilton. Bravo!!
We have all used it or have heard it used. We use that term daily, mindlessly. We can certainly thank Shakespeare for opening up our minds to this idealism or rather, our hearts.
Content; feeling or showing satisfaction with one’s possessions, status, or situation , (Mirriam Webster)
However, when we use the term, we use it in conjunction with doing something to excess. Or until CONTENTMENT. Not necessarily to ‘satisfaction’. So are we confusing excess with contentment?
Recently, my dear friend said that she wanted me to drive to an event, so she could drink to [her] heart’s content. Someone else said they would eat to their heart’s content. Why is it we are all trying to console our hearts with things? Some dance to their heart’s content. Some sing to their heart’s content.
My question is….does doing those ‘things’ in ‘excess’ really remove all wounds so the heart can be/feel ‘content’? In asking that, is the heart ever really, truly content? We seem somehow lead by the idealism in contentment of our hearts. Is it our hearts indeed that need consoling or is it in fact our spirits instead? Do we mistake that for a feeling of euphoria that we believe we can control our own fate….by controlling our hearts state of contentment? In asking that, is a heart contented than a happy heart?
If so, is a happy heart a truly happy host?
Massy Hall in, Toronto, is one of the best venues to see a concert, in my humble opinion. With its spectacularly charming character and vaudeville style architecture , it’s the jewel of old Toronto. One can feel the ghosts of the past performers that have graced that stage. With its intimate setting, the place just buzzes. I have seen so many fantastic artists there, Dallas Green , Hawskley Workman and Tori Amos. All AWESOME.
So, when I had the opportunity to see my Favorite artisit Rob Thomas there, of course I was all over that! I WAS THERE! My good friend agreed to go with me to the event. We have been there so many times we have a routine. We park at the Eaton Centre and got to Baton Rouge for a bite to eat before hand. Most of the time we do not know who will open the show, and we like the idea of being surprised and delightfully, always are.
Well, this night was no exception. We made our way over after eating dinner, and decided to go downstairs to check out the merchandise, when we got quite a surprise. What a thrill to see Carolina Liar! Such a great band! I had just given my niece my only cd of them, because I learned she liked them too. I had not yet gotten another copy for myself. Well, not only were they there but they were there signing autographs for the very same cd!
Talk about karma! Rob Thomas had brought my karma to Massey Hall! I was ecstatic!
Then, when we went to get our seats we realized that not only were Carolina Liar there, but One Republic was also there! WOW! What an awesome experience! One for the memory books! And of Course Rob Thomas’ performance was flawless!
Massey Hall never lets me down, and neither does Rob!