Unable to overcome bureaucratic rules, as in Brad couldn’t get a permit without going through channels—you can’t fight City Hall! This term transfers the seat of city government to a more general sense of bureaucracy in any sphere. [Mid-1800s ]
Even though you can’t fight city hall, I went to City Hall yesterday (fighting snow and traffic) to fight an excessively high tax assessment of our new property on the South Shore of Boston.
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Maybe there are two kinds of people in this world: Those who fight City Hall and those who don’t (like Bill, Bob, and Sally, above).
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I can’t fight my urges to fight city hall and to take pictures everywhere, including City Hall:
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You can’t fight the freeze in New England, so you might as well eat ice cream.
Because I’m the kind of person I am who is living in this kind of world, I immediately thought of two possible follow ups to Winston’s statement:
People who think there are two kinds of people in this world and people who don’t think that.
Liberals and Conservatives.
However, this was Winston’s follow-up:
“Stupid people …”
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…. and foolish people.”
I’m the kind of person who laughs when surprised, so I laughed and thanked Winston for his observation. If Winston is correct, I’m definitely one of the foolish people (although I sometimes harshly judge myself as stupid when I make mistakes).
There are two kinds of people:
Those who get enough sleep and those who don’t.
Those who blog and those who don’t.
Those who cook their own meals and those who don’t.
Those who share photos and those who don’t.
There are two kinds of videos I’m going to share today (here and here on YouTube):
Please leave any kind of comment, below.
There are two kinds of gratitude I’d like to express: (1) thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and (2) thanks to YOU.
Yesterday, while I was waiting to be judged at The Voice try-outs along with hundreds of other people …
… somebody asked me if the judges from The Voice were somewhere in the building, judging us. Because I’ve tried out twice before, I knew that the judges from the show, including Adam Levine and BlakeShelton (who seem to judge each other a lot), were nowhere near. I knew we would be judged by one person, sitting in a room with a laptop.
When I was waiting outside one of the audition rooms with nine other people, somebody said she hoped we would go into the room one at a time to be judged. I said, “No, we’ll go in as a group and each have 40 seconds to sing.” She judged that idea and didn’t like it.
The judge with the laptop in our audition room asked me to sing first. I sang 40 seconds of “Mad World” because I judged these lyrics easy to remember:
All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out places, worn out faces.
Bright and early for the daily races,
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
And I find it kind of funny and I find it kind of sad
The dreams I have of dying are the best I’ve ever had,
I find it hard to tell you and I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very very mad world.
I think I’m a good judge of singing and I’d say my singing yesterday was fine, but not fabulous enough to get me on the show. After I sang, I judged the other singers and thought they were fine, but not fabulous enough to get on the show. Then the last hopeful in our room — a young girl accompanied by her mother — walked up to the “x” on the floor and KILLED her audition piece. I judged that she was amazing and totally Voice– worthy. When the judge with the laptop said he was going to ask only one person in our group to stay, I wasn’t surprised. However, he asked somebody else to stay, which made me doubt his judgment. On my way out of the building, I saw the young girl and her mother and I told them that I judged her the best singer in our room, by far. Another singer from our room asked if I was going to try out for The Voice again in the future. I said, “I don’t think so,” and we told each other to keep singing, no matter how we’re judged.
I shall now ask the judges of this blog to judge which photos are their favorites.
Here’s my final judgment of this post: I don’t need a $40 fidget spinner, because I get to blog every day for free.
To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you. — Lewis B. Smedes
This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the land of the brave. — Elmer Davis
Now I’ve been free, I know what a dreadful condition slavery is. I have seen hundreds of escaped slaves, but I never saw one who was willing to go back and be a slave. — Harriet Tubman
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. — Albert Camus
The highest a human being can attain is learning for understanding, because to understand is to be free. — Baruch Spinoza
I would rather belong to a poor nation that was free than to a rich nation that had ceased to be in love with liberty. — Woodrow Wilson
Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power and, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free. — Jim Morrison
The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable. — James A. Garfield
Those who are free from resentful thoughts surely are free. — Buddha
I am free of all prejudices. I hate everyone equally. — W.C. Fields
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. — Albert Einstein
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. — Michelangelo
Fighting for one’s freedom, struggling towards being free is like struggling to be a poet or a good Christian or a good Jew or a good Muslim or a good Zen Buddhist. You work all day long and achieve some kind of level of success by nightfall, go to sleep and wake up the next morning with the job still to be done. So you start all over again. — Maya Angelou
Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain’t no free rides, baby. — Ursula K. Le Guin
Please pardon me for starting yet another blog post with a sign I saw at a hospital.
Please pardon me for wondering why people who are doing good (like building for the future of patient care) ask for pardon while other people don’t apologize for anything.
Please pardon us for not putting that “Time Flies” clock back on the wall after it fell down last week.
Please pardon me for requesting comments and for thanking Tufts Medical Center, The New Yorker, George Booth, EMDR, Aidy Bryant, brave voices everywhere, and YOU.
I didn’t necessarily expect this, but yesterday’s therapy group wanted to focus on “The Unexpected.”
I wrote some expected questions about “The Unexpected” on the white board.
In some groups, it would be unexpected for the group facilitator to answer any of her own questions (like “What is your personal experience of the unexpected?” “What makes the unexpected more difficult?” “What helps you deal with the unexpected?”) In my groups, that’s expected.
It might be unexpected that I would change the famous saying “Man Plans, God Laughs” to “Ann Plans, God Laughs,” but, as several people said in the group yesterday,
Expect the unexpected.
I expect the unexpected whenever I check the news. Today, the unexpected news includes the following:
something I’ve considered using for a voicemail greeting, and
a thought I often have when I check the news.
Because I was dealing with so many fresh hells yesterday, I have only two fresh photos today.
Some people consider their birthdays a fresh hell, or at least a fresh realization that they’re growing old. I don’t see my birthday — February 2 — as a fresh hell. I see each birthday as a fresh start.
Here are some fresh ideas about how to cope with fresh hells:
Even though we all encounter complications every day, I’ve never written a “Complications” post before.
When I was dealing with complications at work yesterday, I drank some tea and saw this simple advice about complications:
I’ve been working on simplicity in my life, but complications haven’t totally left. Indeed, since we gave away many of our possessions and moved to the South Shore of Boston, I’ve been encountering complications finding things I think I need. It dawns on me that this might be a complication of simplicity.
Too complicated? Let’s move to the simplicity of the other two photos I took yesterday, and see if there are any complications.
I see several complications there, my fellow humans. Do you?
More complications: When I was complicating my life last weekend going down internet rabbit holes, I found and took a personality disorder inventory test. There can be complications when you take personality tests without a professional to interpret the results, so use those tests with caution. I know I don’t have a personality disorder, but my highest score on that test was on the schizotypal scale, which is a measurement of “social anxiety, thought disorder, paranoid ideation, derealization, transient psychosis, and other unconventional beliefs.” With the complications in the world today, I do have some social anxiety, disordered thoughts, paranoid ideation, derealization, and transient psychosis, usually after I listen to the news. However, I believe those reactions are not that unconventional, these days.
Yesterday (which was a gift), I saw this reminder that every day is a gift.
That cat seems surprised and/or skeptical that every day is a gift. How can we convince those who don’t believe it (including ourselves, sometimes) that every day is a gift?
I shall attempt to prove that yesterday was a gift with the gift of these photos (one of which was taken by Anna Reed for The Statesman-Journal of Salem, Oregon).
I must ask you a question: Did you notice the sign from the Women’s March in Oregon that said, “IM NOT USUALLY A SIGN PERSON BUT GEEZ!”? I think that’s a gift and a good sign, every day.
This gifted string quartet played pieces by Beethoven and Hayden. I asked Michael if we should take our cat Harley to the concert because “Harley likes hidin.” I hope you like the gift of that pun.
Every comment from you, every day, is a gift.
Every day is a gift, so I express my gratitude to all, including YOU!