And when Inktober goes…

Every single day there’s a new challenge on social media. Some silly, some pointless, some interesting.

I usually avoid them. You know why.

Please tell me that you don’t need me to explain why again.

In the past two weeks, I fell for two of them. Once was to post the 10 most favorite and or inspiring movies that you watch over and over.

Regular readers can probably guess most of the movies on my list.

It was one of those annoying challenges that “required” you to post your movie and then “tag” someone else. I chose the ten people, out of some 1,200 Facebook “friends” that I thought would be least annoyed. Some of them did the challenge. Some did not.

The other challenge I picked up on was Inktober. I found the challenge via Instagram. The idea is that you post one ink drawing each day. There were even prompts to give you an idea of what to draw.

I found out later that you really didn’t “have” to follow the prompts.

I also found out that, as much as I think of myself as a designer and a graphic artist, my strength is not in pen and ink drawing.

That doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying.

You can see most of my Inktober entries in the Instagram widget in the sidebar.

Some are more equal than others.

Today also begins Nanowrimo, or National Novel Writing Month. I’ve done this off and on for more than fifteen years.

I toyed with trying it again. Don’t laugh. I would simply switch my regular random daily writing to novel writing. But, alas, I have no plot for a new novel.

Actually, I came up with a new plot the other day. But I’m not sure if it’s a script, a short story, or a novel. But it’s not for Nanowrimo.

This year.

Instead, I hope to finish the draft of my current novel before the ball drops in Times Square…at which time, of course, I’ll still be performing at Kings Dominion.

November is here. October is gone.

The winter where I will be discontent approaches.

Pray that I’ll have the strength to avoid yet another “challenge.”

Because…they’re so shiny.

Just in case you don’t get the reference in the title.



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There are no words…

I wrote Friday about how we are all responsible for our own words and attitudes. It was an acknowledgement that there is no corporate solution for hate, and harmful rhetoric, or for the anger over political events of the day. Each of us must govern our own selves.

Not that I have a very wide audience, but that advice was not heeded in the aftermath of Saturday’s horrible shooting at the Tree of Life Synagogue in Pittsburgh. Almost immediately social media lit up with finger pointing, and blame, and anger, and calls for new laws.

I get it. Emotions are raw. We were already agitated by the events of the past few weeks and everything leading up to the mid-term elections. But, jumping to conclusions, and then jumping on social media, is never the best response.

I knew no one in the Pittsburgh Synagogue. But, I have long had a love for people of the Jewish faith, as well as the Nation of Israel. In part because I recognize a crucial part of my own faith heritage.

I understand that this post is not about me.

Over my desk in my home office, I have an Israeli flag on my wall. I purchased this on one of two trips to Israel some thirty-five years ago. I also have stored away a prayer shawl, and a prayer book purchased on that same trip. I told a friend recently (with whom I had traveled on that first trip), that I long to go back.

I have also had the blessing of working on two shows with Jewish Family Theatre here in Richmond. One, Parade, told of hatred and false blame of a Jewish man in early 20th Century Atlanta. Throughout the process, the director told us that, while we were there in that production, we were “Jewish.” Or, part of the family. In another show, I played a Jewish man in I Ought to be in Pictures. I don’t discount the fact that in the audiences for both productions, there were survivors of the Holocaust. A sobering thought, indeed.

But, in spite of that, or perhaps because of that, I find myself with no words, no solutions to what happened on Saturday.

My own faith tells me that there is one way to peace. It tells me that, in this life, we can have inner peace, but the broken world will always be in chaos.

I have no words of wisdom, or comfort, to offer today. Instead, I encourage you to take some time and consider the thoughts of others.

Shalom.

Mankind must remember that peace is not God’s gift to his creatures; peace is our gift to each other.

– Elie Wiesel

Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act.

– Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Those who don’t know how to weep with their whole heart, don’t know how to laugh either.

– Golda Meir

Suffering makes a people greater, and we have suffered much. We had a message to give the world, but we were overwhelmed, and the message was cut off in the middle. In time there will be millions of us – becoming stronger and stronger – and we will complete the message.

– David Ben-Gurion

I don’t speak because I have the power to speak; I speak because I don’t have the power to remain silent.

– Rabbi A.Y. Kook

Spend some time with those quotes. Spend some more time looking up and studying the people behind them.

Those killed on Saturday were:

Daniel Stein, 71
Joyce Fienberg, 75
Richard Gottfried, 65
Rose Mallinger, 97
Jerry Rabinowitz, 66
Cecil Rosenthal, 59
David Rosenthal, 54
Bernice Simon, 84
Sylvan Simon, 86
Melvin Wax, 88
Irving Younger, 69

May their memories be for a blessing.


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