I have a love/hate relationship with blogging-this is no secret. There are so many times when I’m tempted to just blog and not tell anyone about it; but those of us who blog also know the feeling when someone leaves a comment or emails you about what you wrote. That it inspired them. Touched them. Made them feel less alone. Those are the pretty awesome days.
Joseph and I were watching one of our favorite shows, The Wire, yet again. It’s an (R rated) HBO show that was five seasons long, and we were sad to see it go. I bought him the complete collection for Christmas, and we have been enjoying re-watching the show. It’s a show that really has to be watched over and over again, and it gets better each time. There’s something new that you notice in each episode. A meaningful look. A sentence that means more than just what it seems at the surface.
Being rather existentialist in our philosophies, we really enjoy talking about the shows long after the dvd has finished and the tv has been turned off. The other night we were watching a scene in which Stringer Bell, the drug kingpin, is expressing his displeasure with his crew. Because his rant is more colorful than I usually am here, I’ll paraphrase:
“It’s like a 40-degree day. No one comments on 40 degree days. 50…that will bring a smile to your face. 60…people are practically barbecuing. 20…people complain and talk about how cold it is. But 40? No one talks about that. No one remembers 40 degree days.”
It struck me how existential it all is, and all of the sudden I knew it’s what I wanted to call my website. Because, the truth is, no matter what I write or how clever, inspiring, or witty I might happen to be on any given day, in the end none of it will really matter.
It’s a reminder, really. A reminder not to take myself too seriously. A reminder that everyone is the same, as different as we are. A reminder to stay grounded and focused in reality.
It’s all just a 40-degree day.
