Further than most would have thought.
Author: Mark
Journaling prompt# 5
Write a letter to a loved one.
OK- this is good. I’m overdue writing a letter to the misses as is. I can double down on two badge sub-tasks at once with this one too.
I’m kind of liking the letter writing exercises. I think it’s important to convey feelings with a tangible thing that can be saved. I wrote my first condolence letter this week for a co-worker who had coincidentally lost his mother last week. I see now through the process of putting those words on paper how important it is to make the effort. I’m thankful that I’m doing the badge work at this time especially because while I may have gifted a card to him, I probably wouldn’t have added anything other than a signature to a card written by someone else.
I also see opportunities to write two seperate letters of encouragement to young men just starting out their lives and starting them on the right feet. Again, I woule never have considered a physical snail-mail letter before the badging requirement, but now I’m stoked to do so.
Wish me luck!
Journaling day 4: the via negativa
Today, pick a habit that you’d like to eliminate from your life. Think about the steps you’ll take to get rid of that negative habit, as well as hot to keep yourself accountable.
Ahhh, the old New Year’s Resolution when it’s not new years.
For this one, I think I’d like to cut down on procrastination. I have an awful habit of putting very important things off until either the last-minute, or until way past the due date. I’ve paid more in late fees than the average Blockbuster member.
Signing on to the strenuous Life program (for the second time) is a big step in the right direction. A major part of the program right out the gate are activities that must be done in a timely manner. I’ve been down this road before, and the thing I’m changing up on this run is the use of scheduled reminders. It’s harder to say “Oh my, I forgot to work out!” when you have an electronic reminder to tell you to hit the half-rack.
Using an electric reminder sets you up for a different kind of problem set on down the line though. For one, taken to one sort of logical conclusion, you kind of become a marionette to an electronic device. Second, it doesn’t take much to just blow off the elaborate reminder system you’ve set up.
To help ease this reality a bit, I’m trying a couple of different approaches. I’m making an internal resolution (part of Franklin’s daily virtues) to myself to see this out. I’m making a serious promise to myself to complete what I’ve started. Also, I’m attacking some of the low hanging fruit first. This time, in addition to the weekly agons and check ins, I’m hitting the badges pretty hard. The approach I’m taking to badge work is, knock out a few of those that require a daily, short-term committment. Hence, journaling. The journaling challenge asks for a 31-day initial committment, and eight weeks of weekly journaling to complete. Shorter term, clearly defined, and easily fits the electrionic reminder strategy.
Penmanship- one of the shortest timewise to complete. Fifteen days of daily handwriting practice, and transcribing a few poems- easy-peasy.
Franklin’s daily virtue entries- read the AoM entries on virtue, and fill in the dots for thirteen weeks. A little longer window than the penmanship badge, but just as easy to complete.
My hope/strategy with the above efforts is that with the electronic reminders, I’ll form something like a daily habit of chipping away at larger projects, seeing them through completion. It’s a lot of daily bites that are more than managable, all of which lead to specific goals. With some luck, the quick attainment of some fairly innocuous badges will motivate me to make the daily routine a permanent fixture in my life. A concurrent stategy is choosing badge work that builds up to more badges. Thinking about vitrue daily may just make some of those virtuous habits permanent. Penmanship leads naturally to the letter writing badge work.
The crucial thing though is the establishment of a permanent daily-habit routine to help me knock out some of the larger, more important, real-life goals.
Wish me luck, Nina!
Journaling day 3: Good habits
Decide on one positive habit you’d lke to implement in your life. Thether seemingly mundane (flossing) or perhaps life-altering (exercising), write out the steps you’ll take to get there.
OK- this one is fairly straght forward, though implementation can sometimes be tricky for the simplest of habits.
I think the main thing I’d like to get better at is my professional work. I’d like to be a go-to guy for both straght up knowledge, and networking. Simple enough, but how to execute?
First off, I need to institute a work plan to get me up to speed on my presentations. I might do it like this:
- Print off all slide shows and thouroughly go over them, marking where there are out of date facts and where to researche updating the slides
- Work on presenting the individual classes through run throughs with co-workers.
- Create baseball cards for the major players in our region
- Create a glossary of terms
- Create a daily read list of news sites
- sign up for online distro lists
- Read read read
- Do a self-evaluation after the new year.
Simple enough, right?
Journal prompt #2
So the prompt for toady is: Manliness has been defined in different ways in different times. What does manliness mean to you?
So, to be honest, I’ve had a problem with the word manliness from the get go. It conjures hairy, sweaty chests, those olde-tymie Eugene Sandow era barbells and everything else straddling the Victorian-Edwardian eras.
To me, a more proper term should be adulthood. This is partially in recognition of the fact that there’s nothing exclusively manly about the activities and philosophies of the AoM blog. Granted, Brett and the majority of the blog’s readers have a traditional view of what it should mean to be a man, and a man’s role in society. The thing is, from a facile perspective, there’s absolutely nothing here exclusively under the purview of men.
Having said that, I appreciate what he, and the larger AoM community are doing.
A few years after I started reading the blog, and some of its lessons were starting to sink in, I happened on an article that addressed the specific role of men in society. I don’t remember the exact article title, but it examined the question of why a blog like AoM existed in the first place. After all, our fathers and grandfathers didn’t have one right?
Turns out, our paternal forefathers did have a means of passing knowledge to the younger generation. Thing is, it was an appendage of an entire culture that no longer exists. It was the culture of buffalo lodges and booster clubs. There were specific rites of passage that we generally do not use anymore to pass the knowledge from one generation to the next, and this is one of the main reasons AoM exists. It’s a means of imparting the valuable lessons that we formerly said made a man a man.
I think society has transformed to the point that discussions of “manliness” have lost their cache. I’m curious if there is any lesson Brett would impart to a son that he would withhold from a daughter. That answer would truly reveal how manly he is.
So to me, manliness is being an adult and taking responsibilities for your own life and actions. We don’t, or shouldn’t exclude women from these duties or roles anymore, and I’m not sure the utility in retaining the term. Is someone who lays about the house playing video games all day unmanly, or being a child?
Starting a journaling challenge
So, I’ve restarted the Strenuous Life agon list from agon number one. I won’t spoilt it, but it’s one of the easy ones. I’m also working on getting a few of the badges knocked out while I’m in the mood to do those too. I’m starting out with some of the low-hangers, journaling being among one of the easiest. For the journaling badge, you complete a 31 day journaling routine based on writing prompts supplied by the AoM website. You journal daily using the prompts, and weekly for 8 weeks thereafter. Journaling or keeping a diary is just one of the many Strenuous Life challenges that overlap with my own personal goals, so here goes.
Prompt #1: Why do you want to journal? What would you like to get out of it?
I haven’t thought really thought of the long-term benefits of keeping a journal much. My brain is constantly swirling around, and I’m an inveterate list maker/keeper, and journaling seems a more organized way to keep track of thoughts and my state of mind at a given point in my life. I’m not sure If I’ll be the type of person to go back to journal entries and “get” anything from them. I don’t know if reflecting on something I’ve written months or years ago will cause me to change a behavior or the course of my life. I’m a “stock taker”, meaning that I regularly look at my life and evaluate where I’ve been, where I am, and where I may be going.
Maybe journaling will help bring focus or poignancy to me approach to life in ways that my list taking and reflecting does not. Now that I think of it, that should be an appropriate goal: to compare the effect of keeping a journal to the way I’ve always done it, which is personal reflection from memory, memory of feelings and events I’ve lived through as well as looking at the items I’ve crossed off of various lists I maintain.
One difference to look for is the impact of the written word, my own in this case, vs. the minor kick I get from transposing something from the to do column to the complete column. I’ll be looking for a deeper sense of accomplishment and achievement from journaling than from the lists. A deeper sense of who I am and my place in the world. I think also that I’ll have a greater sense of where my life is as I approach middle age and move through that phase of my life. I’m deeply appreciative of the life I have led and the opportunities I’ve been afforded. I hope then that maintaining a journal will help me to deepen that sense of gratitude to the universe that I am who I am and have been able to live as I have seen fit.
Thoughts on taking up French at age 46.
So, as the title would infer, I’m taking up the Language of Love. I don’t have a particular reason to do so, I just want to. Maybe I’ll go back to France some day, or maybe it will come in handy if ever I’m in Quebec.
Counting English, French will be the fifth language I’ve studied in depth. I’m not fluent in anything but English, but I’m almost dangerous in a couple others. It’s not that big a deal really. I lived overseas for more than a decade, and it’s a handy skill to have. You pick it up naturally enough just walking around, but I always wanted to take it a step further with formal classes and self study.
I love language, and I love the freedom it gives you when you’re travelling. There’s something about unlocking an idiom or understanding a full sentence spoken by a native that gives me an endorphin kick. I love reading a word or phrase in a novel and understanding without looking it up. I love seeing how things are expressed differently, and how they are exactly the same. I love teasing out meaning in the written word, recognizing roots, figuring out the various lemmas a word can take on.
I remember my very first German sentence spoken by a native: Wo ist mein hammer? Not exactly Schiller, and a literal translation with every word basically a cognate and in the same order as English, but hey, I got it first time without the normal wie, bitte? After years of living there, I developed what I term Museum Deutsch. Completely useless for day to day use, but I can tell you all about Die Schlacht im Teutoburger Wald and that die Hoheit means sovereignty.
Since I don’t have specific academic goals in mind and I’m not planning a Francophone trip anytime soon, I think I’ll take a different approach to my studies this time. I’ll try and have a lot more fun this go round and take a more relaxed approach to language learning. I’m already a Spanish speaker, and a pretty good reader, so the reading exercises are a breeze at this level. I’m not going to sit and memorize complete verb tables covering both genders, plurals, or formal/informal structures. I’m just going to try and jump in and go.
I’m using Duolingo right now to kickstart my comprehension and a “Made Simple” workbook I found at the language section at the PX. The Duolingo is pretty good. It’s basic stuff with native speakers so you can hear it at speed. I swear though, when the male voice reads on the slow setting, you can actually hear the French contempt coming through his voice. He deliberately enunciates each word at you, the hayseed americain arrogant enough to tackle the language of Flaubert or de Balzac. How dare you try to form the graceful intonation and delicate timbre of la langue française with your Cheeto stained lips and peasant’s education he seems to say. I wonder if he’s a waiter in his day job. Balzac.
The workbook takes an approach to reading comprehension that I really dig. It starts out with basic scenario to go with the basic grammar lesson you just read and tells a little story. M. Brown lives in the New York suburbs. He takes the metro into the city every morning. He works in his building all day. Except in French. The next lesson takes the same basic scenario and adds a more complex grammar and vocabulary from the latest lesson and retells the same story, this time with a little more color. M. Brown and his wife live in a separated house in the suburbs. They have two children who are very bright and play the piano. You get the picture. Presumably, by the final lesson M. Brown will have his own Cinq à sept and be rethinking his career choices. I can’t wait to read his saga.
Barrons published a Spanish reading workbook very similar to this one, and it really kicked up my reading a notch or two when I was studying for a test, so I’m stoked to be using this one from the get go. Later on, if I stick with this for a while, I’ll pay for the News in Slow French app to work on more advanced comprehension.
So there it is. No end game in mind, no great life altering journey to the land of baguettes, coït buccal, and labor strikes. Just a man of leisure taking a stroll down Gallic Lane with a bottle of Vin de Table and a French phrasebook at the ready.
Wish me luck.
Favourite German word: elbogen
People are assholes in any language

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When you go to a music show, there are certain expectations from both performer and audience. The performer needs to hit the mark, start reasonably on time (punk shows excluded from this requirement of course), give a plausible rendition of the hits, and in general, entertain. Audiences have certain obligations as well, but those generally fall under the “don’t be a dick to your fellow concertgoers” umbrella. American crowds in general have a tough time with this requirement, glaring as it is.
Non-Americans, broadly speaking, are not dicks to their fellow concert goers. I’ve found that folks from foreign lands tend to maintain a sense of propriety we Yanks seem to have lost many decades ago. Americans have difficulty with even nominal standards of decorum expected in a public place; minimal fisticuffs, keeping tops on. Rank and file newcomers, by and large, reserve the public nudity for the schwimmbad, and don’t publicly brawl (Australians and Brits excluded of course).
They have also not allowed less intrusive American public sphere mores to rub off. They all have an electronic device, but are not quite at American levels of passive use. So I was sadly disconcerted (see what I did there) last night to see so many of my fellow concert goers ignore an incendiary performance for the lure of the illuminated screen.
The performer in question was Ustad Rahat Fateh Ali Khan, a master of Qawwali devotional music. Originating at the nexus of multiple faiths, Qawwali was traditionally performed before Sufi temples in South Asia. Ostensibly, Qawwali lyrics call worshippers to union with god, though in truth, they can be quite earthy, even bawdy. Performances can be hours long, and the droning, rhythmic cadences are meant both as a form of entertainment and religious observance.
And what a performance it was. The term vocal pyrotechnics would be a starting point to describe Ali Khan’s craft as an artist. He’s a high-energy performer clearly in religious ecstasy as much as entertainment mode. The show was over three hours (now that’s a lotta Qawwali!) and an endurance match for the musicians, especially the tabla player.
Which brings me to the audience. So, I’m probably the only non-South Asian in the house, and it was capacity. Muslims, Hindus and Sikhs from the DMV area converged on the MGM National Harbor casino for a sold-out show. It was a better draw than Cher, even with the (much) more expensive ticket price. And it was a deservedly sold out venue. Ali Khan is a brilliant interpreter of the form, and is from royal Qawwali linage. His uncle, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, from my Wikipedia level research, one of the greatest voices ever put to tape. (I had coincidentally heard Nusrat on the Natural Born Killers soundtrack and didn’t know it until last night. His nephew sounds a lot like him.)
So imagine, if you will, gentle reader, my utter dismay at the number of concert goers dicking around not paying attention. Many, and I mean many, showed up late and were not seated by the time the show started. In all fairness, Ali Khan and his ensemble started close to 15 minutes late, so maybe it’s a South Asian thing, what do I know. People were chattering and cracking up behind me. In the row in front of me, one woman was lazily scrolling through the internet and texting on her phone, ignorant of the transcendence on stage. A guy next to her advertised his boredom by scrolling through Facebook. From my perch in the balcony the dark expanse below was pierced by blue-white rectangles. Assholes one and all. Most were actually either filming or taking pictures, but not attending to the action in front of them. Not making that connection. Not getting lost in the moment. That’s what gets me more than the distraction to my own enjoyment of the music. It’s that they were ignoring a true rarity in life, a rarity more precious than gold or jewels: a live performance by human master of the arts. Assholes.
There’s three levels of decorum they’re breaking here.
- Ali Khan is a musical genius, and there’s a good chance you’ll never see him perform again. He looks to be in his mid-40s and enjoying the fruits of his success has necessitated him shopping at the big and tall shalwar kameez outlet. His uncle died at 49. It’s probable that heart disease runs as deep as brilliance in his bloodline.
- This is devotional music. It’s not a mere light entertainment form. It’s meant to remove you from your workaday world and lift you up just one notch closer to the divine, above the fray of chit-chatter and plug in devices.
- It’s just plain rude when the people behind you are near blinded by your iPhone’s brightness turned up all the way.
This isn’t John Mayer or Imagine Dragons onstage. It’s not a disposable bit of pop ephemera. The musician sitting (yes, he sings from a seated position) before you has devoted his life to his family’s musical legacy and bringing a slice of heaven to the audience. The least you can do is turn off, tune in, and drop out of the mundane for a couple of hours. It’ll do the soul some good.
I’m not saying you should sit in silent rapture at the spectacle. This is a music form that demands not silence, but a level of audience participation. There’s almost a call and response aspect to the performer-spectator dynamic. Shouts to the musicians feed their energy, and they give back to the audience in an amped up crescendo of clapping, wailing and finger flying on the drums. Seriously, that tabla player puts Mickey Hart to shame for sheer endurance and spirit.
Maybe I should n’t be so harsh though. It did take a while, but the audience eventually did get into a good Qawwali mood and began to replace battery powered “connection” for a human one. By ones and twos at first, folks rose up and started dancing. There was hesitation at first for such a public display. They would dance a bit, then sit down, often guided back to their seats by the probably bewildered security. Soon individuals became clusters and clusters grew to crowds in the balcony and on the floor in front of the stage.
Non-dancing audience members would cry out to the musicians whoops of approval and what may have been the Urdu equivalent of “Freebird!”. The musicians responded by amping up the intensity. Faster, louder, ecstatic, frenzied. By the end, there were more than a few of us who broke through to the other side for a minute and life was renewed for another day. Transcending earthy boundaries is open to us all, even the non-believers amongst us. It’s just a lot easier to get to when you’re not staring at a 4″X6″ portal to the internet void. Asshole concert goers of all genres need to keep that in mind.
Seriously, check out Qawwali music is all its forms. Even for those of us who don’t understand the words, the purity of feeling and human expression can help us all break on through to the other side.
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
