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October Lessons


Brought to you by candy, of the sweet sort.

It’s been an interesting fall, hasn’t it?  Today was warm and yesterday, while setting up for our event, I was shielding my face from the sun in the hopes of adding not one more brown spot to this pre middle age face.  I’m not sure how successful I was.  I might start wearing a bag over it so if you see me and I don’t wave, well, now you know why.

An interesting fall it has been and even a better October full of bits of learnings and lessons and things I didn’t know and now I do.  And I don’t mean know in a BIG way but in that small tucked into your brain way that hopefully gets to the juicy parts and does the right amount of damage.  You know?  Makes change, bit by bit. 

I learned…

1. If a woman comes up to you, in a witch costume, beer in hand and starts yelling at you take it with a grain of witch-beer-infused salt.  She’s probably a little intoxicated and even though all of her meanness comes out in her heightened beer state and that witch costume might just be Business Casual and not for Halloween, chances are she didn’t mean to curse you, your future children or children’s children.

2. Saying sorries a decade later is good.  Saying them in a year is better.  Saying them in a month is really good.  The same week or day? Rather brilliant.  Imagine if you apologized immediately after making an ass out of yourself, you know, the very next moment?  That would be downright emotionally mature.  Plus it feels good to say sorry when you tell your bartender to, “Get this effin bar together.  Now!”  Yes, that was me.  Ugh.

3. Take responsibility.  If you screw up, don’t lay blame elsewhere.  Own it.  Not more than your part and not less than your part, just your part.  Be the exact opposite of every politician you know and forget about putting spin on your story.  Simply, say, “I blew it but I’m going to try not to blow it again.”  How quickly we could move on if we’d take some ownership instead of mastering spin.

4. Share.  Try your absolute hardest to think of someone before yourself.  I saw grown adults maul a candy bar and little kids stand there with empty trick or treat bags.  That’s not right, folks.  If you look around you, see - you there looking to the right and to the left - there are other people besides you.  Notice them and include them and think of them when you are filling your bag to the brim.  I think our bags are filled to the brim in many ways and can be shared with someone else.  Who needs your share?

5. Talk to strangers.  I don’t mean in that sordid pedophile way.  I mean talk to a stranger that is ten feet away from you and you’ve nodded at or waved to or thought of saying more than a hi or bye with for months.  Those strangers.  Have conversations that last longer than a sound bite.  Ask someone about their day or their life or their greatest love.  Imagine what you’d find out if you took the time to meet someone new.

6. Hot chocolate helps.  It helps everything.  Well, when it’s 83 degrees out it’s a little strange but on most October days if you’ll trust me and order it and add whip cream even though that will be so anti-wellness of you, it will help everything.  You’ll feel better and younger and you’ll remember you from back when you were…you.

7. Like your likes.  My niece Kristina just got her license which technically means she could drive when we go to LACMA but I’m not much of the “driving with a brand new driver on the freeway” sort of girl.  I think if you get the blessing of having children then you get the blessing of their freeway firsts, too.  So, Darling Girl wants to Museum Hop with me which makes me ultra happy and as we chatted I realized her tastes in art are very different than mine.  I like that.  I don’t need her to like my likes.  Are you liking your likes?  I hope so.

I ended today at a wake celebrating the life of a dear family friend.  Ninety-six years of life lived by a woman that chose to be full of grace and full of civility and showed love and kindness each time I encountered her.

That’s my goal.  I want that in my life.  Bits of learning and changes and growth and being less like today and more like I want to be tomorrow. Oh, that’s the plan anyway. Sometimes I blow it and sometimes my days are a smashing success. Today, well, today was a good one.


Much love to you as we peak our heads around the corner at November,
Cole

Lessons in Art, Adventure, Earthquakes and Eggs

Brought to you by today’s 6.9 earthquake which I did not feel on the 405 freeway.  Thank you, Already Fragile Road.


It is Easter Weekend and for some of you that means new dresses and lots of Honey Baked Ham and definitely family and probably family fights if not family tension.  Well, for me, it’s Adventure Weekend.  Time to say yes to things and not no to things and see what the weekend holds.  And hopefully, by the end of Sunday, I’ll learn a few things that will make me less annoying and a bit cooler. 


1.  An hour at a museum is a massage. 
Well, it might not be a museum that “massages” you and I’m sort of hoping it’s not some lady in Garden Grove that takes her robe off before she starts the clock.  What I mean is an hour of creative time is like a massage and will do wonders for your brain and your body.  It might not have a happy ending, well not the kind you’re thinking of.  Dirty Bird, You.


2. Driving to and from places is part of The Adventure. 
Remember when mom and dad, umm, when they weren’t fighting about taxes or who dad talked to at THAT party or something like that, umm…okay, let’s start over.  Remember when mom and dad would tell you to look out the window when you were driving to and fro on vacation and you would see that tall thing that people called ….a tree?  That is part of the adventure.  And even if you’re only going from one city or county to the next, you can still look at all the signs and watch the people and slow down at the lights and maybe even pull over and take a couple pictures or write some notes about some interesting colors you see.  See?  I did that today and ran straight into The LA Public Library.  My mom and dad fell in love (and war) in a few places throughout southern california.  The LA Public Library was one and Balboa Beach was another.  And me, just driving slow enough and paying attention enough to cross the street and run into it and stop and notice a couple taking pictures in that very “in love and girl rolling her eyes at her lover” state, well, it was exactly  the way the library should be. 

3. Don’t roll your damn eyes at your lover.
Just.  Don’t.  You love them.  Get it?  I saw Library Girl standing in front and she looked so hip and her guy was taking her photo and you could tell he was enjoying taking it and she kept eye rolling.  One day, she’s going to regret the eye rolls and long for the time when a man that loved her wanted to take her photo.  I know it’s a holiday and all, but…Dumb Ass.  That’s all.

4. Check your foundation every once in awhile.  Just in case.
So, yah, we had a big earthquake today and if you’re not from California you probably cried and that’s okay.  We won’t judge you. If you’re from Callifornia then you froze for a brief moment, assessed the quake and kept Facebooking.  You’re cool like that.  I was in downtown la when it happened and noticed a grip of LAFD trucks all over the place and realized they were quickly doing structural checks on some of the buildings.  Sure, maybe everything was okay but still, just check.  And you?  Maybe everything in your relationships, your friendships, your work is okay, but check your foundation in each every once in awhile.  Just to be sure.  Just in case.  You’re cool like that.

5. You cannot help what draws you.
Walk into a room.  Just walk. And you’ll see it.  It’s the one piece that stands out more than the others.  And sure, you could follow in order and go number by number or be one of those sick “tour” people that like structure and do everything by the books and how others tell you to.   You’re not everyone else.  You walk into a room and you see what attracts you and you go to it instantly and there is not a thing you can do but enjoy it. 

6. Not every piece is for you. 
Take Lichtenstein for example.  He gives me seizures if I look at his work for more than 34 seconds.  I love the ideas but it’s not for me.  And I’m over the idea that I have to look at every single piece and act as if it interests me beyond measure and appear ABSORBED in it.  I’m not absorbed in each piece of art just like I’m not absorbed in each story I read or design I see or song I hear.  Oh, but the ones that get me, now that’s a whole different type of seizure.  My brain short circuits in the best way. 

7. The literal insults me in art and feeds me in relationships. 
I’m a little complicated.  I know.  It’s been a couple weeks of figuring this out with art but I have trouble with photos that are too clear in their stories or paintings that leave too little to my imagination.  I want a chance to intrepret something for me and my story and for a painting to speak to my heart.  I’m a little selfish that way. 

Don’t you dare try that with a relationship.  I need “just the facts.”  If you like my ass, tell me.  If you don’t, tell me that, too.  (as if……)  If I’m acting like a spoiled brat, tell me.  Be clear.  No ambiguity.  Nothing Rothko about relationships. 

A couple extra weekend lessons for your first full week of April.  Pay attention, Darlings.
1. It is not possible to ever get enough eggs for an egg hunt.  It just isn’t. Embrace that.
2. Little Benjamin gave Jordan all his eggs. Jordan gave them all to Ramteen.  Love is fickle.  Age doesn’t matter.
3. If you see a woman putting oil in her car or air in her tires and you have a penis, help her to avoid hell.
4. When your girlfriend tells you, with tone, over Moroccan salad that you need to support your boyfriend.  “Support your boyfriend”.  And chill.  They know things, Salad Eating Know It All Girlfriends.
5. Talk to people in line.  I wouldn’t say annoy them but if they engage you, then engage them.  You might meet some very interesting, giving people and organizations. Orangewood Children’s Foundation 
6. There are neat little nooks if you go around the back of tourist spots.  Find them.  Walt Disney Concert Hall
7. Notice who checks on you when there is an earthquake.  Fortunately for me, it was the same person who first wished me a Happy Easter today.  I’m very, very happy about that, and that.

Adventures.  I want them.  I walked into the room with the Rothko’s and, go ahead and laugh, it brought tears to my eyes.  It wasn’t the paint or the lines or the space but the sheer opportunity to think and to dream which you know I love to do.  And to walk around that corner and have such a surprise like that was the best adventure and gift of the day. 

I want them.  More of them. More corners to walk around and more adventures to say yes to and not no to.  I want to feel things when I turn the corner and take deep breaths and shed tears and live and gasp from experiencing. 

May your week be adventure filled,
Cole