Man, now, I am definitely older than I used to be. Also, when I grow out my beard, my mustache juts out right under my nose. It's like a cruel joke played by the mustache gods. Why do you grow so much under my nostrils?
I'm not old, but older than I was, and it shows up in my face. The area around my eyes is bleached out for some reason. It's like the opposite of dark circles. I work with high-schoolers and people much younger than me. I feel like they generally aren't jaded, which is super refreshing. It's hard, though, not to look at them and think, "Damn, if I didn't have the chance to do it all over again." Not that I would do anything different, really. I would just kill it if I knew then what I know now. And the worst part is that these "kids" are pretty much as mature as I am already, just that they haven't been through all the shit to get there.
So, 2nd 3rd of my life, here I come.
So, basically up until this point, this is the way I thought the world worked: A bunch of people (men, most likely) said, "Hey! This is mine." And took land, food, etc. from the people who were using it. On top of that, those guys who took the stuff were like, "Hey! If you want to use this stuff, you gotta work for me. If you don't, I will shoot you." .
So, I've been running around. Living my life. Thinking, "Man, it's such a pain I gotta work for these dudes who own all this stuff. I wish I could just be free to make art." .
But, recently, I talked to my wife @divya_jyoti, and she was like, "Na na na ... na! The way the world works is this: Everybody contributes to society in some way. We have gotten to the point where we can specialize. You make the bread, I'll make the fondue, type of deal." .
And that really made sense to me. I mean, there might be some people, but by and large the "haves" aren't trying to screw over the "have nots" by making them work for them. Not that the system isn't fucked. There's a lot we can do to make it better.
But, just personally, I think I'm gonna be a lot better off if I stop trying to game the system, and start trying to give back.
"Newton, Shnewton cheesy fried McMeutten" -- I've lived in Newton for over a year now, and I'd like to take a moment to say, "Thanks, Newton." Thank you for having the Charles River which is awesome. Thank you for being the place that my daughter was born. Thank you for having George Howell -- the first part-time job that I've liked. That you for having a multitude of ice cream stores. Thank you for being overrun by high school students -- who I weirdly get along better with than real people. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Goodbye.
My name is Nile. People often confuse it with Niles or Neil. Usually, Niles. This is a bag of coffee from @allegrocoffee, and I presume it's referencing the Nile River, which (I'm pretty sure) is where my name comes from. Apparently, it wasn't my parents but the daughters of the leader of the religious community I was born into who gave me my name. My Dad thinks they named me after the "famed" Saint Nilus, but I doubt it. So I'm named after this apparently -- I've never been there -- big and important river, and I feel like therefore I have some connection to it. But I've never seen it. I wasn't born next to it. I'm not a descendent of people who have lived along it. It's just a name given to me by some hippies who apparently thought it was cool. And yet, it's my name.
Most days @sky.krishna and I walk to Whole Foods for breakfast. These flowers are from a garden along the way. We don't know the people who live there, but they are killin' it in the yard game. Their garden changes with seasons. It's always exciting to see what it will look like next.
Day 2 taking care of @sky.krishna without @divya_jyoti. Div started working part time. Krishna isn't used to sleeping without her Mom so I'm running around trying everything to get her to sleep. Today was better than yesterday.