365 Days of Jazz Hands has exceeded 11,000 visits. Although there are cute images of turtles cuddling with baby hippos posted on the social media interwebs that far exceed that number in a matter of minutes, 11,000 visits surpasses any expectations I ever had by quite a lot.
Today's post was intended to serve as a statistical data update, and I suppose it still accomplishes that end (see above). During my ante meridiem commute, I did what I could to wrap my limited brain around the number of my visitors, questioning why this may have occurred and wondering who all these people reading this nonsense are. I tried contemplating the math, the people, the people behind the math, etc., but then I was abruptly cut off by a teenager driving a beat up starter car engaged in an activity that looked an awful lot like text messaging. Eyes down, face illuminated by a small, handheld screen.
Then a little farther down the road I had to cautiously pass a swerving car, this time an expensive luxury mansion of a vehicle, and noticed that the driver, a middle aged man dressed appropriately for important business meetings, was engaged in an activity that looked an awful lot like text messaging. Eyes down, face illuminated by a small, handheld screen.
I wish I could say that this type of occurrence is an anomaly, but it's all a part of my daily routine.
Modern candles, illuminating our technically advanced world...rendering us completely blind from the exterior world beyond the windshield. This sounds vaguely familiar.
Although, that's not at all what I was getting at a few posts back when I mentioned the room with a large glass window and a candle burning brightly, blinding us from the dark, outside world. Not even close. But it seems to fit thematically, nonetheless.
To clarify, just in case the underlying message was not made abundantly clear in my prior post:
The unseen eyes lurking just beyond the glass, they belong to the monsters we've manifested ourselves. They consist of our doubt, our greed and our unreasonable wants. The candles that illuminate our room that we hide within were lit by the hot breath of those beasts before we cast them out into the darkness. We banished them because life is too brief to associate ourselves with them, but the truth is that they never really go away and just because we can not see them, they see us, clear as day. They will always reside just on the other side, steaming the very glass that shelters us from their appetites, with every exhale. Life is here and gone in the blink of an eye and these fire breathing dragons of ours will feed off of anything we provide them with, but they want nothing more than to devour the thin veils of flesh covering our eyes, for they know that it is life's briefness that makes every moment taste so sweet. Our fear of expiring, our need for immortality, this is their birthright and the bane of their existence.
You see...if they consume our eyelids, we can't blink and if a lifetime occurs within the single blink of an eye, we'll live forever...rendering life bitter.
I know, it's a stretch. Hang in there, we're almost through...
Extinguishing the lights and shattering the glass may put us squarely on the battlefield with these monsters but the real risk is our false pretense of protection from them. What choice is there but to confront the monsters of our own creation? If we do not, they will inevitably become the monsters of our own demise.
In a nutshell, that's what was meant by the glass window and the candlelit room and the darkness beyond. Plus it was a nice way to work in the whole reflection thing without being overly obvious and cliche about it as I have done in the past. The whole point is to look within and only then can we attempt to conquer what lies beyond. Not exactly original material.
So there you have it, just in case you literally thought I was speaking of an actual room with candles and a glass window and some weirdo watching from outside. Of course, if you ever happen to be inside with the lights on, please note that everyone that looks in will be able to watch you, even if you can not see them.
To wit: One evening a long time ago, I was playing a game of Simon Says with a much younger version of the daughter I have now. She on one side of the room, me on the other, facing her. I was merely playing by the rules and doing silly dances, just as Simon had instructed me to do. This carried on for quite some time and of course, I was standing in front of a large window, not knowing that a gathering of neighbors stood idly by watching the fool inside the house jumping up and down and madly flailing his arms about. Daughter was out of their view, so from the neighbors' collective vantage point, it was just me there, inside the brightly lit house, standing. Then dancing. And then standing. And then dancing. And on it went.
Lessons learned and metaphors born. And now you know the real reason I was forced to move my family away from that neighborhood, out of that city and to a completely new state far to the south.
I may be getting a bit off track. Where on earth was I going with this entry?
Oh yeah...there is this new driver in her beat up car and the businessman in his mansion vehicle with their texting and all the other social media loving mobile device addicted savages we are forced to share the road with each and every day. They are living, reckless driving proof that we are all playing an instrument within this symphony of carelessness we call humanity. The glass that protects them is the very glass that will determine their unfortunate fate (and possibly mine). Look within. Douse the light. Shatter the glass. Slay the fire breathing dragon. Or...put down that smartphone, even if you're reading this blog, and share the road responsibly. I've got places to be, and the number 11,001 is far less important than me getting to work alive.
Today was intended to be a statistical data update...I was to write about how I am jazzing my hands to honor the thousands of visits to this blog, which made me think about how often I've gotten off the specific topic of hand jazzing and how I doubt that the majority of those thousands of visits were actually interested in literal hand jazzing accounts anyhow...good thing. If they were somehow interested in literal hand jazzing accounts, I sincerely apologize for the consistent disappointment that these posts have become.
We'll leave that sort of specific documentation of a hand jazzing post for another day, for this day's Jazz Hands set out to slay a dragon or two.
Today's Jazz Hands also admire this adorable photo of a tortoise cuddling with a baby hippo.
Today's post was intended to serve as a statistical data update, and I suppose it still accomplishes that end (see above). During my ante meridiem commute, I did what I could to wrap my limited brain around the number of my visitors, questioning why this may have occurred and wondering who all these people reading this nonsense are. I tried contemplating the math, the people, the people behind the math, etc., but then I was abruptly cut off by a teenager driving a beat up starter car engaged in an activity that looked an awful lot like text messaging. Eyes down, face illuminated by a small, handheld screen.
Then a little farther down the road I had to cautiously pass a swerving car, this time an expensive luxury mansion of a vehicle, and noticed that the driver, a middle aged man dressed appropriately for important business meetings, was engaged in an activity that looked an awful lot like text messaging. Eyes down, face illuminated by a small, handheld screen.
I wish I could say that this type of occurrence is an anomaly, but it's all a part of my daily routine.
Modern candles, illuminating our technically advanced world...rendering us completely blind from the exterior world beyond the windshield. This sounds vaguely familiar.
Although, that's not at all what I was getting at a few posts back when I mentioned the room with a large glass window and a candle burning brightly, blinding us from the dark, outside world. Not even close. But it seems to fit thematically, nonetheless.
To clarify, just in case the underlying message was not made abundantly clear in my prior post:
The unseen eyes lurking just beyond the glass, they belong to the monsters we've manifested ourselves. They consist of our doubt, our greed and our unreasonable wants. The candles that illuminate our room that we hide within were lit by the hot breath of those beasts before we cast them out into the darkness. We banished them because life is too brief to associate ourselves with them, but the truth is that they never really go away and just because we can not see them, they see us, clear as day. They will always reside just on the other side, steaming the very glass that shelters us from their appetites, with every exhale. Life is here and gone in the blink of an eye and these fire breathing dragons of ours will feed off of anything we provide them with, but they want nothing more than to devour the thin veils of flesh covering our eyes, for they know that it is life's briefness that makes every moment taste so sweet. Our fear of expiring, our need for immortality, this is their birthright and the bane of their existence.
You see...if they consume our eyelids, we can't blink and if a lifetime occurs within the single blink of an eye, we'll live forever...rendering life bitter.
I know, it's a stretch. Hang in there, we're almost through...
Extinguishing the lights and shattering the glass may put us squarely on the battlefield with these monsters but the real risk is our false pretense of protection from them. What choice is there but to confront the monsters of our own creation? If we do not, they will inevitably become the monsters of our own demise.
In a nutshell, that's what was meant by the glass window and the candlelit room and the darkness beyond. Plus it was a nice way to work in the whole reflection thing without being overly obvious and cliche about it as I have done in the past. The whole point is to look within and only then can we attempt to conquer what lies beyond. Not exactly original material.
So there you have it, just in case you literally thought I was speaking of an actual room with candles and a glass window and some weirdo watching from outside. Of course, if you ever happen to be inside with the lights on, please note that everyone that looks in will be able to watch you, even if you can not see them.
To wit: One evening a long time ago, I was playing a game of Simon Says with a much younger version of the daughter I have now. She on one side of the room, me on the other, facing her. I was merely playing by the rules and doing silly dances, just as Simon had instructed me to do. This carried on for quite some time and of course, I was standing in front of a large window, not knowing that a gathering of neighbors stood idly by watching the fool inside the house jumping up and down and madly flailing his arms about. Daughter was out of their view, so from the neighbors' collective vantage point, it was just me there, inside the brightly lit house, standing. Then dancing. And then standing. And then dancing. And on it went.
Lessons learned and metaphors born. And now you know the real reason I was forced to move my family away from that neighborhood, out of that city and to a completely new state far to the south.
I may be getting a bit off track. Where on earth was I going with this entry?
Oh yeah...there is this new driver in her beat up car and the businessman in his mansion vehicle with their texting and all the other social media loving mobile device addicted savages we are forced to share the road with each and every day. They are living, reckless driving proof that we are all playing an instrument within this symphony of carelessness we call humanity. The glass that protects them is the very glass that will determine their unfortunate fate (and possibly mine). Look within. Douse the light. Shatter the glass. Slay the fire breathing dragon. Or...put down that smartphone, even if you're reading this blog, and share the road responsibly. I've got places to be, and the number 11,001 is far less important than me getting to work alive.
Today was intended to be a statistical data update...I was to write about how I am jazzing my hands to honor the thousands of visits to this blog, which made me think about how often I've gotten off the specific topic of hand jazzing and how I doubt that the majority of those thousands of visits were actually interested in literal hand jazzing accounts anyhow...good thing. If they were somehow interested in literal hand jazzing accounts, I sincerely apologize for the consistent disappointment that these posts have become.
We'll leave that sort of specific documentation of a hand jazzing post for another day, for this day's Jazz Hands set out to slay a dragon or two.
Today's Jazz Hands also admire this adorable photo of a tortoise cuddling with a baby hippo.
How cute.
Day three-hundred and nineteen complete.
Day three-hundred and nineteen complete.
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