Ray Charles

I saw him at Ontario Place in the 70's. He was saying how beautiful the girls that sang with him were... the raylettes. Someone said how do you know Ray you are blind... he said "The sense of touch, baby, the sense of touch!
That was classic...


Haiku by George Swede

alone at last
i wonder where
everyone is


Very Staminal Letter (in Turkish)


Türk edebiyatının depressiv ve nostaljik prensesi yazar Tezer Özlü ilk eşi yönetmen Erden Kıral'dan, almanya'da tanıştığı kendisinden 10 yaş genç Hans Peter'e aşık olunca boşanır. Erden Kıral'a Almanya'dan yazdığı mektup:

"... dostça ayrılmamız gerekir. yaşamımız boyunca en derin dostlar olarak kalmamız gerekir. kimse başkasını sevmekle, başkasını ne boynuzlar ne de başkasına kazık atmış olur. bunlar insana özgü duygular. biz insanlığa yön vermeye çalışan kişiler olarak, tüm insancıl duygulara saygı göstermeliyiz. sekiz yıldır evimizin kalorifer sorunu çözülemedi, sekiz yılda evimizin erkeği olarak salona bir soba kurmayı başaramadın. en büyük enflasyon yıllarında evin tüm yükü sırtıma bindi, 14 yılda ayakkabılarımı koyacak bir yerim olmadı, şu an istanbul'a dönsem yatacak ılık bir odam yok. istanbul'dan buraya gelirken içimden bir ses 'aynı koşullara dönersen, aynı koşullara, artık yaşamda hiçbir şeyi değiştiremeyeceğini, yaşlılığı ve durgunluğu kabul et..."


Do Small Things Matter More?

Perhaps small things matter more.

When we look back on our lives we remember big events. Things that happened once. Things that were very intense or singular. Things like our first kiss — or first really good kiss. The first day at a new job or the day we decided to leave our job.

This leaves out most of most days. The big things we remember are different to all the usual stuff. This makes them memorable, but perhaps that doesn’t make them more important. If it’s only the big things that are important then most of our life isn’t.

This can lead to the situation where someone talks about their fifteen minutes of fame or one great achievement for the rest of their life. I find this sad. In this post I want to think out loud about whether small things can be more important than big things.

I’m wondering if it isn’t the small things that are important. In our relationships, perhaps it is all those times we are reliably kind — making the coffee, doing the washing up. Perhaps in any big and long-lasting relationship there will times of major sacrifice. But how much would this matter if there weren’t all the little daily considerations? If a person pulls their spouse out of the way of a truck and saves their life this is important. If they then criticise and demean them ceaselessly is this unimportant? Perhaps, in one way, it could be more important.

My feeling is also that many big things take effect through lots of little things. Falling in love was an incredibly intense experience for me. But it would have been nothing without all those times going out together, talking to each other and so on. It led to needing to sort out how we were going to live together, what sort of wedding we wanted, who would cook and who look after the car. Millions of little things. All of which had a part in living the intensity of being in love.

Any major decision I can think of is made real in lots of tiny details. And sometimes the little details can get in the way of the big things.

A lawyer I met told me that a couple who were divorcing were going well in the mediation — so that they would avoid the cost of a court case. The mediation broke down over the lawn mower. They could agree about custody of the children and how to divide the proceeds from the sale of the house; but they couldn’t agree who should get the lawn mower — so they ended up going to court. This is the wisdom captured in the saying that for want of a nail the shoe was lost, for want of a shoe the horse was lost, for want of a horse the battle was lost. Sometimes too the small things can be more important than the big things.

What do you think? Are the small things in life important or is it rather the big things that give your life meaning for you? Would a life of small things be less important than a life full of big things? I’m not sure of the answers myself. I would very much like to hear what you have to say.

By Evan Hadkins


Autumn leaves get the sack


 
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