Received the cards you sent to us.
Thanks for thinking of sendin here. I guess the mainland is so big that theres lots of interesting places to visit.
I went to Las Vegas last week and stayed there for four nigts. Had lots to do and enjoyed every day. I stayed at the Frmont Hotel, and think it is a nice place to stay. The casinos are all around there that one don't have to walk far to visit another casino.
So this evening after I built a second Ikea bookshelf for my living room, I noticed the box it came in looked, well, a lot like an open coffin.
I'm too big for it, I thought.
I looked again. Well, shit, am I?
So I put a foot in it. And then another and crouched down in the narrow box, stretching out my feet and crossing my arms so I could fit in it, looking up at the ceiling, like Tony Soprano in the safehouse in the next to the last episode of the series.
My head stuck outside the edge of the box. (Turns out I'm six inches longer than it).
I don't think too much about death, although I realize the unpredictability of variance is such that you really shouldn't assume two squares a day -- the sun rising and setting -- should be written in pen in your day planner.
In my bidness, it's something that is an outcome of other people, something you chronicle. They fuck up, win the lottery, are indicted, are injured, die. Writing about it as a normal course of business tends to remove you from it.
When I do think about it, my outcomes are often different -- like trying out a cardboard box. Or thinking, damn! I am soooo proud of my cat.
The fact that Kuro is in remission is something I should celebrate, being the latest family member to walk away after sucking out from the void unscathed. He is on his second life, his second chance. I'm not thinking he should win the Tour de France seven times in a row now, although the thought has crossed my mind.
Stayed up late to watch the 2003 documentary Tupac: Ressurection, the latest thing I've seen being thoroughly addicted to HDTV. The intro speeds you through the Las Vegas Strip to where he was killed at the intersection of Flamingo and Koval (where I ran in May and posted here
on my running blog).
I'd have to put it on the list of the top 10 things I've seen this year (including Dr. Strangelove and The Shining that I recently caught with Susanne), as it was so interesting to hear how a person thinks, and especially about his own mortality.
It's eerie, like Martin Luther King Jr.'s "Drum Major Instinct
" speech that he gave just two months before he was killed.
Every now and then I guess we all think realistically (Yes, sir) about that day when we will be victimized with what is life's final common denominator—that something that we call death. We all think about it. And every now and then I think about my own death and I think about my own funeral. And I don't think of it in a morbid sense. And every now and then I ask myself, "What is it that I would want said?" And I leave the word to you this morning.
If any of you are around when I have to meet my day, I don’t want a long funeral. And if you get somebody to deliver the eulogy, tell them not to talk too long. (Yes) And every now and then I wonder what I want them to say. Tell them not to mention that I have a Nobel Peace Prize—that isn’t important. Tell them not to mention that I have three or four hundred other awards—that’s not important. Tell them not to mention where I went to school. (Yes)
I'd like somebody to mention that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to give his life serving others. (Yes)
I'd like for somebody to say that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to love somebody.
I want you to say that day that I tried to be right on the war question. (Amen)
I want you to be able to say that day that I did try to feed the hungry. (Yes)
And I want you to be able to say that day that I did try in my life to clothe those who were naked. (Yes)
I want you to say on that day that I did try in my life to visit those who were in prison. (Lord)
I want you to say that I tried to love and serve humanity. (Yes)
Yes, if you want to say that I was a drum major, say that I was a drum major for justice. (Amen) Say that I was a drum major for peace. (Yes) I was a drum major for righteousness. And all of the other shallow things will not matter. (Yes) I won't have any money to leave behind. I won't have the fine and luxurious things of life to leave behind. But I just want to leave a committed life behind. (Amen) And that's all I want to say.
I've never cared about the money. How I keep score is by checking what's really important at the end of the day of days -- was I a good person? Have I balanced risk with being able to do everything there is to do in this life? Have I helped others?
I feel like the only thing I ain't done yet is die, you know?/But it ain't how I live while I'm here, it's how I live when I leave, you dig?, T.I. says in a song.
And that's all I want to say.