“The What Do You Do question…

Why do you need to know what I do

Because you don’t really mean What Do You Do what you really mean is

How Much Money Do You Make and

Do You Make More Money Than I Do and

Could You Possibly Be Of Use To Me As I Continue On My Path Of Attempting To Make More Money and really the What Do You Do question is just a shortcut to the unspoken ranking system that’s going on in all interpersonal situations at all times […]”

Alan from play This by Melissa James Gibson

“The What Do You Do question…

This should have been my first blog entry …months ago…

borrowing/paraphrasing Thomas King from The Truth About Stories…

Take [this blog], for example. It’s yours. Do with it what you will. Put…it on a T-shirt. Drive it…to and visit… Forget it. But, don’t say in the years to come that you would have lived your life differently if only you had heard this story.

You’ve heard/read it now.

This should have been my first blog entry …months ago…

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound us…”

Franz Kafka wrote in 1904, and then continued “If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for ? So that it will make us happy […]? We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like a suicide. A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”…

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound us…”