Following up on yesterday's #BlogElul post, “understanding” is another area in which I regularly seem to come up short
– especially when it comes to some common societal behaviors and
patterns. Watching the passing scene in a Starbucks earlier today, I easily
and almost immediately identified three things I don’t understand:
Tattoos:
Even as I prepare to have my own tattoos redone next month (hoping three’s the charm),
I don’t understand the popularity of sleeve and sock tattoos – or, on a similar note, the attraction of hair dyed to match cotton candy.
Cell phone dependence:
I am always baffled by couples who sit together in restaurants, intently bent over their phones. Are they texting each other? Texting other
people? Scrolling through Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat? How badly do they
want to be with the person sitting across the table?
Cell phone photos:
This afternoon, I took a tour of the New York Public Library. It was
fascinating, and most of the group listened intently to the docent throughout
the hour-long tour. There were a few people, though, who seemed so busy
photographing and videotaping the surroundings (it is a beautiful, historic structure) that they could not possibly have
heard the docent’s remarks. I can’t help but wonder what they’ll remember
about the New York Public Library once they’re back home – and what images
and ideas from the tour will remain with them, not their phones.
(I did take one photo during the tour – in the McGraw Rotunda – and it is
above. The first in a series of four murals by Edward Laning that depict
the history of the written word, Moses with the Tablets of Law,
shows Moses returning from atop Mt. Sinai to find the Israelites
worshipping the Golden Calf. The other paintings in the series show a
medieval monk copying a manuscript; Johann Gutenberg displaying a copy of
his Bible; and Ottmar Mergenthaler
using the linotype machine he invented.)
Even as my father tells me repeatedly: “You can’t know too much," I do know I have little need to understand any of these things (or the many
others that often perplex me). In the new year (and always), may I continue to learn
and grow, concentrating on topics and ideas that truly interest and intrigue me
instead of those that only highlight my lack of understanding of others’
choices.
Inspired by
Ima on (and off) the Bima
, this #BlogElul post is one in a series marking the days of the Hebrew
month of Elul, which precede the Jewish High Holidays and traditionally
serve as a time of reflection and spiritual preparation for the new year.
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Monday, August 28, 2017
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Where's JanetheWriter?
Today, I'm blogging over here, where I've put myself "out there" in an intensely personal way. I'm a tad nervous about what may get posted in the comments section of the piece, but hopeful, too, that people will be respectful of the tough choices faced by those of us affected by hereditary breast and ovarian cancer (HBOC) -- and the decisions we make to preserve our health and save our own lives.
As I always say, if the post raises awareness about BRCA mutations in even one family where they weren't considered before, my "out-there-ness" will have been worth the effort. For more information about these genetic defects, visit the FORCE website or be in touch with me directly.
As I always say, if the post raises awareness about BRCA mutations in even one family where they weren't considered before, my "out-there-ness" will have been worth the effort. For more information about these genetic defects, visit the FORCE website or be in touch with me directly.
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