It amazes me how much the world has changed in such a short time. How recently it’s been in overall global history that much of the world we know in minute detail now was a vast unknown, and that journeys that take hours by automobile — or, even more amazingly, via aircraft — were trips that were undertaken with little expectation of return. As Americans we have become so soft. I can’t help but scoff at people whimpering about a little change in weather, maybe some wind and rain, or a blast of arctic air … weather they are only forced to endure in the tiny space of time it takes to get from their car and through their front door, or from shop to shop. Jesus, just the idea of shopping in the first place! When I’m irritated and hungry and there’s no food in the house, it’s not like I have to go find something to kill and eat, I’m minutes away in just about any direction, at any hour of the day, from a caloric overload that could have meant life or death for people not too many generations past, in the very spot where my fat ass is currently planted.
What does it mean to our souls, the price we’ve paid for such comfort?
And yet, the other night I was awake in the wee hours of morning. I have this app that generates various sounds for “white noise,” and it was set to simulate the ocean shore, with rain falling, and wind. I was warm, comfortable, and feeling really fucking grateful I wasn’t coiled up in a soaking fur sleeping bag on some slab of ice bobbing around in the arctic sea, frostbitten and starving. It sounds romantic in a way to hear those tales of adventure, particularly from the mouths of those who survived and went back for more, but I’m sure even the best-told stories still don’t quite capture how badly it all totally sucked.
I recently participated in a social media theme where I posted a black and white photo once a day for seven days, with no explanations or people in the images. I thought about digging up great landscapes and exciting things I’ve done for it, but opted instead for shots from what my actual life is like. Mostly slogging through the day-to-day, where the most gorgeous non-human vista I encounter is more likely to be a good plate of breakfast than anything in nature. Conclusion? I need to get out more.
This one is for Missoula area folks who check in here. This Saturday (October 21st) I’ll be at Imagine Nation Brewing — one of my favorites — from 5 PM to 8 PM participating in an event called Books & Beer. It’s in support of the Awake in the World anthology I have an essay in. Basically, you come hang out with us (I think a couple other contributors will be on hand, as well as Daniel Rice from Riverfeet Press, who published it), and if you buy a copy of the book you get a free beer. Fact & Fiction will be on hand selling the book. I remain on a mission to sell at least 50 of these things and I’m a little over halfway there. If successful, the book has a shot at making the top 10 in sales for the store for the year, and that would be awesome.