And please, I don’t mean because it sucked. :)
I mean have you ever teared up because of a story or scene, or character, anything like that, from a comic book?
Not cried. I mean, I am a dude, for heaven’s sake, but I have to admit, I felt a little tug at the old chewy center when I read that silent issue of Detective Comics after the death of Damian.
Something about the way that story was told, with no words at all, it struck a cord. And I admit, Snyder nearly got my chewy center when he did that bit at the end of Zero Year where Alfred imagined Bruce having a beautiful life only to come to the realization that that was not going to happen.
Believing in Gods, God, Spirits, Divine Ancestors, it is all well and good. Certainly I believe in the existence and power of the Gods, and most of my family are Christians, so they believe in the power of their Gods, but one thing I have to say about that is that belief is not enough.
When you are out in the world, do good works in their honor, donate to charity in their honor. help those who need it most in their honor.
Trying to convert people, arguing with them about their faith, telling them they are going to hell unless they are like you, that is not helping, and that is certainly not in honor of any God I know, except maybe the Abrahamic Devil.
So, you’re a Christian or a Moslem, fine, be a Christian or Moslem, and prove your love of Jesus of Muhammad not by abusing others, or forcing your beliefs on them, but by feeding them when they are hungry, healing them when they are sick, giving a small bit to the world around you to make it better not just for you, but for everyone.
By all the Gods, be a good human being. The rest will follow.
I just got them, these headphones. Not more than a month ago, and they broke. But, let me back up. I was supposed to go south to the Cincinnati area today, but my friend felt sick so I decided to relax and go have some lunch at a Puerto Rican restaurant in East Dayton.
Having just gotten back from Connecticut I still wanted more of that Criollo flavor, but when I got there they were closed, and looking in, I am guessing they have closed for good. Too bad, really, because their Yelp reviews were quite good. I never got to try them. I was a bit disappointed, but decided to ride my bike down into the bike path, and that’s when Howard Stern disappeared from my ears.
I was livid, they kept fading in and out, they died.
OK, then, I am a bit from home and I know these bike trails around here all connect so, no biggie. I rode on until I reached a shopping center. None of the stores there had headphones, not any I would actually spend money on anyway, so I decided to do without them for a bit. That’s when I spotted a mexican restaurant I’d never heard of. Looked small from the outside, but once I stepped in it was huge, and they had a buffet of deliciousness set out.
I had a great lunch accompanied by some, I must admit, interesting Mexican pop music, and a lemonade and grey goose. I mean, hell, I haven’t had a drink in a while, why not have the one. It was great!
I sat and read while eating for a while, and it must have seemed odd to the waiter, who was gorgeous, by the way, that I was speaking English, reading French, and looked like I should be his long lost latin uncle, but that’s me. Little bit of an oddity.
I let the food settle in a bit, and the Grey Goose take a slight effect, and got back on my bike and found the bike path again. I rode it, no music, no comedy, not tech podcasts, and I really think I have been doing myself a disservice by always having my ipod on.
The weather, if you are standing still, feels warm and a little muggy, but with the shade of trees to shelter you, and the subtle breeze of your own movement to cool you, it was actually almost perfect.
But the most astonishing thing was the sound. The constant bird calls, the insect sounds, and the distant barking of dogs was almost intoxicating, and no, it wasn’t the Grey Goose, for I only had the one. It was as if I were waking up and being confronted by something real, something I hadn’t let myself experience in a long time. The real world.
So, here’s to it, and to taking more silent walks, more biking without ipods to separate me from the world so that I may know it! And to broken headphones, a blessing in disguise!