As many people will readily attest, I am not too keen about parties (or meetings, or anywhere you are forced to endure an "organized assembly of mutual acquaintances). But, it is the bane of society, and an organizational addiction to need to throw parties.
If you listen closely, and I do, echoing down the canyons created by corporate high rises echoes the constant call "hey, let's have a party." And memos are composed and sent, emails are "blasted" signs are hung, and plans are made. Supplies, decorations, and food is coordinated, and ideas for participatory imperatives are laid out. "Hey, we are having a world peace day party, everybody can bring their favorite ethnic dish."
"Great, I will bring deep fried tarantulas, a Cambodian delicacy."
"Hey, we've changed our mind, we are having a Halloween party, everybody bring candy, but make it American candy, here is a list of approved manufacturers."
As is obvious, I have tried to confront this problem head on. In a traditional, fixed piece battle. But, being vastly outnumbered (everybody in the world vs. me) I have failed, repeatedly, and miserably.
So, I decided to wage a guerilla campaign, I delete the emails that say party without even reading them. Plus, I turn all of the "signs" (actually just 8.5 by 11 pieces of paper with festive clip art and party instructions) around and leave the plain white side showing. People look at the paper and think "odd, somebody hung a plain piece of paper in a prominent place in the elevator, I wonder why."
It is working, too. I can see the fatigue as they repeatedly turn the "signs" forward, the will to carry on is waning. The Imperial Lackeys have not the strength to stand against the power of the people (in this case, me). But, it needs a slogan, something to rally around, something to offer a beacon of light, of hope to the introverted masses (me) who have no one to speak for them.
French resistance fighters in WWII were legendary in their bravery and sacrifice. Facing terrible retribution and overwhelming odds they stood and fought on in the face of terrible tyranny (kind of like me). And a friend of mine +Susan Leighton used the phrase Viva La Donuts to describe a small problem I had, trying to buy donuts this morning.
So, I chose that. Viva La Donuts! If you need to take a stand, no matter how foolish, just use the
hashtag #VivaLaDonuts and you will instantly have an army (me, and possibly Susan, if she isn't busy, though I haven't asked her yet) to take up your cause.
Carry on, Mon Amie, we are there for you.
Thursday, October 27, 2016
The Meek Shall Inherit (If We Fight For It)
There is not much to say, but, for those who find any offense, please remember these are only stories, jokes, and have no relation to reality. Kind of like life.
I like life, and hope it lasts a long time, but it does require some explanation, that is why these blogs exist. To help people navigate times and events that make no sense.
Here are a few places you can find a few things.
The Original Life Explained. Where it all started, a little rambling and a lot of nothing important.
Life Explains The End Views on humanity's race to self extinction. I hope I am wrong.
Life Explains Smiles Because everybody likes it when you smile.
Life Explains Aging Getting older is not always easier, but it is worth the effort. And a few small things can make it much more pleasant.
Life Explains Traveling and Commuting Mostly commuting. Driving bugs me and working bugs me so driving to work is the ultimate insult of modern life, and I like to complain.
Life Explained Explores History. The real problem with history is there is so much of it. It is all over the place. But, if you take the time to look at the small pieces it is fascinating.
Life Explains Music Music is a universal language. I like guitar based rock and roll, but there is a little bit of a lot here.