I keep meaning to start this weblog entry about how I’m going to play WoW less and write in my weblog more, but it’s tempting to play WoW instead.
Why is that?
That is probably my main New Year’s Resolution. I don’t normally make New Year’s resolutions, ’cause y’know. But that’d be a good one to try, anyway
I have a couple of max-level characters in WoW Legion now; my Demon Hunter (whose only concern is whether she can get enough enemies to attack her at once that her victory over them isn’t boringly trivial), and ol’ Spennix the Rogue (whose main concern is whether she has enough run-away abilities off cooldown to avoid dying yet again).
(And the Demon Hunter’s next major task is to gather 80 (eighty) of something that sometimes (once in awhile) drops from the very last boss in a dungeon. So yeah.)
My Official 2017 Comic Frame and Aspirational Resolution is of course:
for the obvious reasons.
I’ve even joined the DSA, along with a zillion other Twitter liberals; we’ll see if I manage to do more / other than sending them money and posting anti-Nazi memes.
2017 is sure to be interesting in one or more ways. After 2016, I have no confidence whatever in my ability to make predictions about the future (that’s the hardest kind!) that are any more specific than that.
I should probably Resolve to do Twitter less as well. Twitter is a pretty good thing, really; I’ve encountered lots of interesting people, learned lots of stuff. It’s my main source of news now. But I spend an absurd amount of time reading it and Liking and Retweeting things; a less absurd amount might be good.
I should sit more, too. And maybe work on my irrational (irrational?) dislike for the word “meditation”. :)
I’ve been doing Quora a bit. At first I was impressed by the quality of the questions and answers; over time I’ve gotten a little less impressed, and wonder how good a use of time it really is; but I did write this, of possible interest:
Why do you practice Zen?
So when you ask a Zen question, you’re likely to get a Zen story. :)
This student is sitting meditating, and one of those annoying Masters comes by and says, “Why are you meditating?”. And the student says “So that I may become an enlightened Buddha.” (Or for that matter “To save sentient beings”, or really any sort of aspirational statement at all.)
The Master nods, and picks up a floor tile, and starts polishing it with a corner of his robe.
The student (perhaps sensing he is in a story) says, “Why are you polishing that floor tile, Master?”.
The master says, “To make it into a mirror.”
The student says, “But Master, no amount of polishing will — oh, I get it, very funny, very funny,” and goes back to meditating.
Or, alternately, how much do we really know about why we do anything?
I meditate because it seems like a cool thing to do. Because it is the practice of the Buddha Ancestors. Because lots of really interesting people meditate. Because when I was small, I would have these moments when I sort of lost track of which was the world and which was me (“I just don’t see how I am me,” I summarized it), and meditation is the best way I’ve found to sort of get back to that feeling again.
Also to save sentient beings.
And to make a mirror out of this floor tile. :)
Again largely thanks to Twitter, I’ve become very aware of my privilege, and of what that means. I can rest and just not think about discrimination and injustice and oppression for awhile, pretty much any time I want, because their effects are not right there in my face unless I go out looking for them. I’m grateful for this, but also want to figure out how to be effective at making the world a freer and juster place even though it’s not forced upon me.
I have fallen even more in love with New York City in the past year. I want to spend more time walking randomly, more time in Brooklyn (and even maybe boroughs that aren’t Manhattan or Brooklyn!), more time out of, and in, Chelsea (or is it Meatpacking?). I want to go to BAM, I want to go to Birdland, and to little music clubs that aren’t Birdland. I want to talk to more people.
Have I mentioned that I wrote a NaNoWriMo novel in 2016? I finished it with like twelve minutes to spare, Pacific time, in November, which was a first. I think it’s online somewhere, let’s see…
In a fancy Google Doc this year, rather than a flat text file (ooohhh!). I remember very little about large chunks of it, which were written very very late at night. Or at least what felt like very very late at night to these ancient bones.
All various good people died in 2016, and an awful pathological narcissist was somehow elected President of the United States. But probably you know about those things, and I don’t feel like I have much original to add on those subjects at this point.
Today we are going to make New Years Dumplings, as is extremely traditional! The little daughter is here, but needs to sleep before she is functional enough to help. M and the little boy and I are sitting around doing more or less normal Sunday Morning things, except for no bagels because The Bagel Store is not answering their phone and therefore we have concluded they are probably not open because it is New Years Day.
Tuesday (day after tomorrow, apparently!) I go back to work, after a nice long year-end vacation. I’m looking forward to that in various ways; still loving work and even the commute, and of course being in Manhattan with all of its energy and infinite variety. Maybe tomorrow I will connect my little Chromebook to work, and get a head start on the email backlog.
Maybe today I will go into Second Life and take my usual pictures for a New Years card and a new profile picture.
Maybe I will also play WoW. Just a little? :)