Not long ago I went down to the Texas coast and spent some time with fishermen and seafood distributors who were recovering from the BP Gulf oil spill. My story from that trip was just published in Fiscal Notes. Check it out.
Texas Gulf fishermen, seafood distributors recover from the BP oil spill
We spent the day Christmas shopping at the Domain. It doesn’t quite feel like a recession at stores like Macy’s, Borders and many of the boutiques.
Sales can be found just about everywhere, with the exception of the Apple Store, where bustling customers greedily snatched up iPhones and accessories.
We’re very near being finished with all of our shopping, with this year being about half on-site shopping and the rest online.
I rewarded myself for not having any crowd-induced breakdowns and purchased a WhirlyPop popcorn maker that was quickly broken in. Not a single unpopped kernal.
My parents divorced when I was 10, and like every child who goes through such a thing, I was devastated.
My dad soon fell into the safety of a new family and, for the most part, out of my life.
While my mother often did the best she could under her circumstances, financial and emotional turmoil followed us from one apartment to the next.
Friendships were torn away every time we moved, and the ritualistic hazing that comes with being the new kid in the neighborhood became a permanent thing. To make matters worse, my mother’s live-in boyfriend had become so abusive to me that I spent the ages of 12 to 15 covered in hives.
As a result, much of my childhood was spent lonely and isolated. Like many children do in these situations, I retreated into my imagination, which became increasingly vivid and complex as the world around me became more difficult. I consumed books, video games, magazines and the fantasy of “other places” –– anywhere but here.
For these reasons I’m excited to see Spike Jonze’s film adaptation of Maurice Sendak’s classic children’s book, Where the Wild Things Are.
Even now, as distanced as I am from that early pain, I identify well with Max, who, in perhaps one of the most epic acts of escapism, dons a set of wolf pajamas, leaps into his fantasies and conquers his own fear, anger and confusion toward the outside world.
Sendak knows that children are braver than we give them credit. He also knows that we often take for granted their heightened sense of emotion and wonder, that the boundless joy and fun they feel for beautiful things also works the other way –– that pain stings more when it’s new.
So tonight I’m looking forward to seeing Wild Things, and perhaps in my own act of escapism, spending the rest of the weekend in my pajamas with my imagination.
Things have been low-key the past several weeks. I finally gained control of a bad situation with my spine that involves several herniated and reputured discs. The rain finally came and washed away months of blistering heat and humidity here in Austin.
It’s been very pleasant to see the rain. At times I wondered if it would ever come back. Seeing it fall for several consecutive days takes my mind off the fact that the Cubs, once again, are not playing in the postseason.
This new freedom has given me some time to develop a new blog space. I’m still on Twitter and Posterous, but this space allows me to work with WordPress and have more room and freedom to write on topics other than day-to-day technology and marketing communications. I hope you’ll subscribe and follow me as I move forward.