Thursday, December 27, 2018

A JOKE AND A GINGERBREAD HOUSE: THE ONLY TWO REAL PURPOSES IN LIFE


TRAVERS: SEARCHING FOR HIS PURPOSE IN LIFE

During Christmastime a Priest, an Imam, a Rabbi, a Darwinian, and an Existentialist walk into a bar.  All five belly-up to the bar and in harmonic unison they practically sing to the barkeep, “What is the purpose in life?”

Being the blogger that I am, had I been the barkeep I would have answered thus:

The Dalai Lama has stated the purpose of our lives is to be happy.  Hmmm.  And what makes us happy?  Amassing fame and fortune?  Creating art?   Making babies or the behaviour thereof?  Dying with the most toys?  Are these merely popular misconceptions?  I hope so.

I know fame would not make me happy. Fame would me make accountable. Yes, I seem to need approval again and again and again, but that is an issue, but not a happy time issue.  As for making a fortune, it is said that the love of money is the root of all evil.  A friend told me that money alone is evil.  For this to be true, money would have to be an entity on its own.

Author August Turak has stated that our only purpose is to be transformed from a selfish into a selfless person. I can somewhat agree.  I am an educator and when I realized that I was getting beyond adequate to good in this regard was when I started to become selfless.  In the beginning of my teaching in both high school and at the university I was focused on me me me me me and more me.  I would make notes on where to insert my jokes in the lectures, where to stand in the classroom, even make notes on what to wear.  I didn’t practice in the mirror but I behave like I had.

And then one day everything changed.  My transformation from selfish to selfless came ever so slowly but ever so surely.  One day I realized that in spite of my me-me methodology, some students were actually learning some things I presented.  Therein came the epiphany.  I was there not for me but for them.  I was there for them to learn.  (This was especially true when I was a swimming instructor.  Funny eh.)   

As a professional therapist I have learned from my clients that for better or worse every decision counts.  I have learned from my clients that decisions made should be reflectively debated and decided upon whether this action or that action will make one a better person or make one a worse person when compared to their present condition.

As a hypnotherapist I have learned that some people, including me, seem to be very content when lost in thought, or when absorbed in a pleasant task.  To me, being the quintessential hypnotherapist, positive states in trance can be the happiest moments of contentment in life.  And so I have determined that the way of Zen, attempting to appreciate and linger in every moment can only lead to a lifetime of happy times.

Kurt Vonnegut said that we are here to help each other get through this, whatever it is.

Well according to some, here is what it is:

For the Priest … it is to serve God.  According to the Christians, we are here for God’s glory, to praise God, to worship God.

For the Imam … it, too, is to serve God.  Islam means peace and submission, and according to the Muslims, God created us so we could serve him.

(Yikes!  For both Christians and Muslims, their Abrahamic God is so very authoritarian.)

For the Rabbi … it is to replenish the earth and conquer it, and have dominion over the fish in the sea, the fowl in the air, and every living thing that moves upon the earth.

(Hardly ahimsa!  Think about it the kibosh. This is the same Abrahamic God as that of the Christians and Muslims, but for the Jews, God had decidedly created warriors, or at least warrior wannabees.  For sure we do procreate and we demonstrate the ability to conquer all other animals.  Factoid:  Historically and right now we are still attempting to conquer ourselves.  There is always a war somewhere on the planet.  Factoid too:  We really have dominion over only one creature, the dog.  Factoid:  Everyone knows that dogs are our best and only real friends!)

I DREW THESE DOGS: AN XMAS GIFT FOR A DOG-LOVER CLIENT
For the Darwinian … it is to evolve.  According to the evolutionists, we are purely here to procreate, to continue the species and that is it.

For the eternal Existentialist (pun intended) … there is no it.  There is only to make rational decisions in our irrational universe.

I remind the reader that we are still at the start of a joke … and, of course, there will be a punchline at the end of the joke.

MY BOXING DAY CARD:  SANTA GETTING READY FOR THE PUNCHLINE
During Christmastime a Priest, an Imam, a Rabbi, a Darwinian, and an Existentialist walk into a bar.  All five belly-up to the bar and in harmonic unison they practically sing to the barkeep, “What is the purpose in life?”

Said the barkeep: 

“For my Priest and Imam friends, come right now behind my bar and start cleaning the joint and serving the patrons.  Cleanliness is next to godliness, and I worship most of my regulars.  Most of my patrons behave like they’re God, so serving them will be the next best thing (or the worst thing if you’ve read the first of the Ten Commandments).

“For my Rabbi friend, the specialty tonight is seafood soufflé, easy-peasy creatures to conquer.  See that aquarium over there.  Boil some of those lobsters and toss in some mussels.  God loves seafood soufflé, and love conquers all.

“For my Darwinian friend, look around and decide upon your pray (pun intended).  Ready your pick-up lines for those who arouse you.  There are plenty of fish in the sea here with whom to procreate.  And whether you are heterosexual or non-heterosexual, have fun trying.  You just never know how things will evolve if you’re willing to sink and swim with anyone and everyone.”

And now for a punchline that incorporates Zen and Existentialism … Zen is Existentialism with jokes right? 

The barkeep says … (drumroll) …

Sartre is smartre and Nietzsche is pietzsche but directly to you, my existential friend, 

I say the purpose in life is … fish."

Pictured in my CHAUCERIAN PARADE for this week (and the real purpose for Christmas):

CLOCKWISE: TRAV AND SILA AND EDEN AND NATIKA
                         
BUILDING THE FAMILY GINGERBREAD HOUSE

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

TRAVEL WRITING: A PLANETARY BUSKING ETHNOGRAPHY


HARVEY'S LAST DAY AT THE YMCA

Those who read this blog on a regular basis know that I am a wannabee planetary busker.  And so far so good I am in that regard (I guess).  I’ve busked with my guitar and I’ve busked with my pencil on streets in Holland, Ireland, Africa, and of course, Canada.  Other countries I have travelled, but have only thrummed and drawn in these mentioned.

Reflecting on my yearning to be a planetary busker, I’ve decided to become a travel writer.    

Factoid: I’m totally biddable.

“How to become a travel writer (seriously)” according to Julie Schwietert (May 22, 2013), offers the following pointers: redefine the genre, start a blog, travel, look for stories everywhere, develop other relevant skills, avoid clichés, and commit to the craft.

  • Redefining the genre … I believe that my snappy self-title of planetary busker will somewhat redefine the travel-writing genre in this mercenary endeavor.

  • Start a blog … Because this blog that you are reading is already designed to offer commentary on any topic that is related to human behavior, my writing of pieces on planetary busking will not be a stretch.

  • Travel … Hmmm.  My traveling has no doubt fomented my urge to be a travel writer.  And at an inchmeal tempo, I am at least ready and set to go out of the starting blocks.  Factoid: I’m hoping to delay my mental and physical infirmities until I’ve crossed the finish line – this metaphor, I know, is a juxtaposition. 

  • Look for stories everywhere … I know from my hypnotherapy practice that everyone has a story to tell.  Whenever I am portrait busking on some sidewalk or in some park, everybody wants to tell me their story.  Rather than look for stories, I will simply listen to the stories.

  • Develop other relevant skills … I know this piece of advice is referring specifically to photography, but what the hell, I can draw people’s faces. Drawing faces will suffice to help solicit stories from the locals residing in the countries I am travelling.

  • Avoid clichés … I loathe clichés unless they are employed for parody.  To describe travel places as best-kept secret, sun-drenched, and breathtaking are breathtakingly nauseating.

  • Commit to the craft … I do believe my contributing essays to this blog on a regular basis will serve as any writing credentials apposite for the craft of travel-writing.

As a matter of factoid:  On this very blog you are presently reading, two pieces in particular on planetary busking and travel-writing come to mind: THREE CITIES: THREE GUITARS (August 10, 2014) and SKETCHES OF MARRAKECH (April 29, 2017).

In THREE CITIES: THREE GUITARS I wrote about my guitar busking in Amsterdam, Limerick, and Dublin.  In Amsterdam I borrowed a guitar from Alina, a Russian studying in Holland.  In Limerick I borrowed a guitar from Michael, an English hypnotherapist having a practice in Limerick.  And in Dublin I borrowed a guitar from Ivica and Peter, buskers from Slovakia.

ALINA
MICHAEL
IVICA AND PETER

Alina now resides in Australia.  Michael is still mesmerizing clients in Limerick.  Ivica and Peter are now married with children and back in Slovakia.

THE BEST WEDDING
In SKETCHES IN MARRAKESH I took to the streets with my pencil and sketchpad.  Drawing draws a crowd.  Once I started drawing, there was always a line-up of people wanted me to pencil their portraits.  My last three days in Marrakesh I drew approximately fifty faces.   






DRAWING DOES DRAW A CROWD!
As an ethnographic participant-observer ... 
I shall explore certain cultural phenomena, writing and re-telling those stories offered by my consumers.