There could be a better name for this post, but I didn’t have one. So much for ‘creative writing’.
Let me just say that last night was awesome. Why? Well, because I went to my friend’ book release party. It’s pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime experience to sit on a stone porch in the James Gang’s old Tennessee Hideout Town eating cajun food and listening to homemade ghost stories.
I also got to see people I really love, many of whom I haven’t actually seen in person for more than a year. Or two.
And that’s what is so great about the internet. I read a lot of opinion pieces about how we’ve replaced real connection with others, substituting an ersatz “knowing” via Facebook, Twitter and blogs. After last night I’m more sure than ever that the people who say that haven’t been part of an actual community with an online component. Because there were people I haven’t seen in months, but about whom I know details of life both major and minor. I know whose pets are the cutest (but I’m not telling), how human kids are doing in school. It’s a real community. And it was the hugest treat in the world for me to actually see people once again.
Even huger a treat (is that a clause that has a place in English? Perhaps not.) was getting to meet people I’ve transacted with, argued with, joked with…in person. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I finally got to meet Andy Axel in person! ANDY AXEL. In PERSON!
In one month, from Yom Kippur to last night, I’ve gotten the rare treat of spending time with two groups of friends I love. Between Jill’s wedding and Betsy’s book party I’ve felt so honoured to be invited to share key moments in the lives of people I love. And as corny as it sounds, love is a balm to the common ailments of my life. I’m so lucky to have so many sources of love in my life–it’s an embarrassment of riches, a unique kind of wealth.
I’m babbling right now. I’m tired and sore and my silly dogs are pestering me. But I’m also smiling. Because I’m remembering friends, indulging in doggy kisses and enjoying the great gifts of the love of others.
I really wanted to tie it all together with some reference to last night’s book party* and the gathering place that Stonehenge probably was, tying it together with an image of the modern day equivalent of Stonehenge being the various circles of electronica that join us now. That’s where I was trying to go with it, but I’m too muddled to get there in a poetical sort of way. So let me just say that time changes some things, but it doesn’t change our basic humanity and need for connections.
*when the fog machine kicked on, several of us independently thought of Spinal Tap’s Stonehenge, lowered from the ceiling and in danger of being crushed by a dwarf