One Small Thing

One person I follow on social media likes to remind people that small donations add up. Times are freaking hard right now, so if you are already digging under the couch cushions for basic things, I do not mean you. Keep you clothed and fed first. 

But for those of us with just a teeny bit extra, or those with a little more, it can feel like can't you fix anything if you are not a millionaire. And the answer is, yes you can. For me I picked a small amount I can usually swing and then decided I would donate that. That way I don't have to keep deciding how much, when, and where. And I'm going to tell you what I just told myself. It doesn't matter if I donate here, or there, or there. They all need help. Pick one and do it. 

It's funny I showed up this weekend at a local restaurant and the very kind staffer just gave me a total. And I was perplexed but I literally order the same thing every time. So he rang up my order and then asked me if I wanted it to go or to eat outside. 

Now technically this place is a burger place, so they make like two things. But yeah, I get the same thing each time and that meant he didn't need me to order, we just moved to the next step. 

And if course if you knit, or write, or make other things you know that lots of small steps add up. Every hat or sweater starts with one stitch. 

Helping, whether it's donating or something else can be like that.  Need is great. Everywhere you help helps. Just pick something and go.

Digital Collection

With Pocket shutting down I've had to sort of revisit a lot of links from days of yore. I started with Pocket when it was called Read it Later. It made scrolling social media easier, because I could save things and come back to them. I had recipes I referred to frequently in there. I stored all the articles I was saving for Three Interesting Things in there.

But there's also a crap ton of links I never read. Someone once said when your TBR pile isn't speaking to you there's sometimes a mismatch between who you are and who you wish to be. Some of those links just got buried too far down for me to ever find them again. (In the olden days, it told you how many links you had. And then it stopped. Which meant it could be a thousand it could be ten, I have no idea.) 

And while I am always sad when yet another useful digital tool bites the dust, I also recognize that I probably should have cleared out those links anyway. A friend of mine regularly announces digital bankruptcy and says that she's just clearing all her mentions and if she missed you, please try again. And I get it. Sometimes you just can't sift through 400 things to find the three important ones. You just have to move on. 

Tara Kennedy

Note: If you are reading this outside of your normal work hours, feel free to hold off response until your work hours.  

~To the world we dream about, and the one we live in now. 

"Hadestown", book and lyrics by Anais Mitchell

The Truth About Endings

I am a firm firm spoiler hater.  But it is less about thinking that the ending give something away.  I mean occasionally it does.  And sure, I did recently look up spoilers for something, but it was something I already knew I was going to not watch, so I think that's different.  When talking about romance and how the core promise of romance (not all stories, to be clear, just those purporting to be romance) is a happy ending, people often say something silly like, well if you know how it ends, what's the fun.  And they are wrong.  I assume if you are here, you know this.  Because of course we are here for the journey.  Not just the resolution.  I assume people read books about mountain climbers already knowing if they reached the top of the mountain.  

And recently I read Suzanne Collins' Sunrise Over the Reaping, and oh wow.  Now, to be clear, this is not a romance.  This - for those who have not been following The Hunger Games, is the story of Haymitch's hunger game.  So, you know how it ends.  Because (spoiler warning for book from 2008 that has already been made into a movie) Haymitch won his game.  So, see, what is there to learn?  Except of course there is everything to learn.  And it is heartbreaking, and funny, and touching as you follow Haymitch through his game, see him interact with other characters we know, and several we didn't.  I had to take breaks while reading it because I was very stressed out and the book was making me more stressed.  I had to blink back tears at one point.  

And romances are often the same.  Knowing the characters will get together is somewhat relieving, but it doesn't mean they can't or won't hurt each other, surprise each other, and even sometimes just be incredibly thoughtful about each other.  Watching all the things they love about each other, watching them see how amazing the other is, is an incredible journey.  And if the individuality of each wasn't interesting, you would only ever have to read one.  Instead we are blessed with a cornucopia of choices.  

And for people who don't like knowing the ending, there are also books for you too.  

The Freedom To Read

I've been talking about book banning for a while now, but to recap: books are good!  Let people read books!  Let trained librarians make good choices for us. Banning books takes away books from everyone.  It is not true that banned books sell more because people automatically buy books they can't find in their library.  Often they don't know the book is even there to miss.   And yes, books should be age appropriate.  So maybe kindergarten kids don't need calculus books just yet.  But that doesn't mean calculus books shouldn't exist or even be in the library.  

Also, if I thought these weirdoes who keep banning books were serious about keeping kids safe, they wouldn't keep banning a picture book about penguins.  A non-fiction picture book about penguins I might add.  

But what can you do instead of just agreeing with me and clicking away.  Tell your library you love their books.  Tel your city council, and or other local government entities you love books.  You support the library.  You want the library funded.  Staffed even.  That libraries make things better.  Also, if you haven't checked out a book in a while, do that.  

Weekend

I went up to New York for a quick trip that included a friend's book launch. (Amaya's second book.For the early readers in your life. Here's where I talked about book 1: http://www.talkapedia.com/2024/09/mi-tierra.html?m=1) 

In the train station in DC I arrived early enough to chill in the waiting area. When they made the announcement for the train, predictably a number of people leapt up and rushed off, even though the train stops for about thirty minutes in DC. One parent said to the two children with him, "Hey, just because other people are rushing, I don't want you two to think you have to be in a hurry." 

And I thought wow, that is kind of profound. We were all going to line up and then wait and then get on the same train. Sure, having earlier pick of the seats may be important to you, but all the other people were going to be riding the same train. So you could rush. Or you could choose not to. And we were all still going to be on the same train going to the same place. 

The quiet car remains a delightful piece of our society that we should mirror in other places. The book launch went great. 

I grabbed some food and then went to see "Hadestown". Despite my spoiler phobia in other places, Hadestown was a show I had gone deep into the rabbit hole on. The internet makes this so much easier. I've seen videos from the Dutch and Australian casts, and own both the original Broadway cast album and the London cast recording. Oh the Tiny Desk too. 

I put myself on a moratorium of videos and music ahead of the show, but had managed to learn that Jack Wolfe had 

 the cast. I had enjoyed his work on the "Next to Normal" revival. 

I don't know that a Tony winning show in it's sixth year on Broadway needs my review. It's a sung through musical, so the cast album gives you a lot. But of course there are always delightful things you learn or hear differently when watching it love. Despite my adoration of happy endings, I continue to find resonance in a story about trying to right things. In, to paraphrase Hermes telling a tale you hope will turn out differently.