A delightful day

After watching the first of two halves of a documentary about Woody Allen, I've decided to take some advice. While he doesn't state it outright, the movie implies that Woody wakes up every day and writes. Clothes himself, brushes his teeth, readjusts the reeds on his clarinet then sets off to work. The documentary also makes this act seem so damn effortless. It's a habitual movement of his mind into reality than it is a tedious chore befit for grunts and complaints. Not one moment in the film was I wondering, "Hmm, does he actually like doing what he does?" Yes, asshole! He loves it! He loves writing and he loves the clarinet. He loves exploring the depths of humanity and the frivolity of it. He loves the ebb and flow of his natural working rhythm as much as he loves the improvisation that emits from his instrument. He loves to write. And he does it often. He is a story teller of the highest honor. And in watching his habits, to see his life spread out on the table and to notice the patterns of his behavior I can't help but wonder, "what am I doing?". I want to be a story teller yet I never write stories. For christs sake, I work as a WRITER and I never writer. Want to tell jokes but never think of any. It's a self defeatist spiral that I'm squashing with every stroke of my numbed fingers. By god I'm not going to take it anymore! Rather, I'm taking minor baby steps, ones that I've tip toed before and with great frequency but ones that I never truly owned up to. But instead of expecting some major metamorphosis, I begin by recanting my day, omitting nothing but the deliriously tedious or unnecessarily mundane, with an honest focus on the good. So let's start there. On this day, August 14th 2012, I awoke next to Liz. It was a bit earlier than I'd have liked but I'm slipping back into an ugly habit of over-sleeping. I have breakfast arranged for tomorrow morning so that'll have to kick me into gear. I hopped on the ol' bicycle for the ride to work. Initially outpaced by some overzealous chumps as I began the bridge climb into Manhattan, the competitive devil in my wouldn't rest. I steadied myself, chose a swanky song on Spotify and took chase. It was easier than expected and I caught them before the end of the first climb. Not to be outdone, I kept on the pedals, leaving them both to wonder why they were such huge pussies. It can't be denied - it felt great. The rush of over taking someone on a bike -- especially while wearing boat shoes -- is second to none. Getting to work, I reviewed my ride on Strava to find that I had set a new personal best time across the Williamsburg. Thanks, chumpos! Work consisted of mostly the same tired exercises: Intel updates and Chase brainstorming. I arrived early and so was able to email the 50+ contacts that my research assistant Kendra had found for me. She's turning out to be a great resource on my project. I imagine we'll work together on future projects. The response back was encouraging. Strangely, many Blue State contacts replied, confirming that they were in Red States and in need of a site like this. It will be interesting to see where these dating sites catch on, I predict that each site will find foot hold with the party that is the minority in whatever areas we focus on. I grabbed a quick half hour with Nicole from Outward Search about my half-baked idea for Rev Share Recruiters. I'm flabbergasted that the concept is not more firmly embraced by the recruitment industry, it's a no-brainer. A lay up. Leaving work around 6:30, I pedaled to meet Liz at the Nighthawk Theater in Brooklyn to catch "To Rome with Love" (I'm still buzzing from the Woody doc). Waiting outside with a Blue Point, Liz arrived and we went inside. Arriving a wee bit late, we had to switch movies and instead saw "Beasts Of The Southern Wild". It turned out to be a beautifully shot film. The plot was nearly non-existant save a few themes usually uttered by the young protagonist Hushpuppy but it struck a certain chord, leaving my eyes dewy near it's close. The theater was itself a treat. Liz and I got out own tiny table and order cider, calamari and a burger/pull pork sammy. Dinner AND a movie AT THE SAME TIME. Talk about efficiency. After a nice walk home, I find myself typing this now. All in all, a good day for the books. May tomorrow be similarly filled with interesting events and it's own share of creative intrigue.

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