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Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
-Leonard Cohen, Anthem

My To-Do List Before I'm Dead/Crazy
1. Learn to play the freakin' guitar already. And drums. 
2. Try black truffles.
3. Meet Oprah and thank her.
4. Go white water rafting again. Maybe a girlfriend getaway.
5. Visit New York City for a week.
6. Build a self-sustaining healthy house on a plot of land large enough to have a big, gorgeous dog that never poops close to home, some sheep, a big garden, and fruit trees but close enough to other people that if someone came to murder us, there would be people to hear the gunshots. 
7. Publish a work of mostly fiction. Change the names and details of people I know such that they really have no idea I'm writing about them, the fools.
8. Go to art school.
9. Own a log cabin on a lake where you're allowed to shoot people if they seadoo. Two sports in one: Cottaging and Target Practice.
10. Compost with worms.
11. Finish knitting Montana's baby blanket.
12. Travel Europe and Russia.
13. Throw a neighborhood carnival block party, raising money for a family in need or other worthy cause.
14. Somehow make international adoption easier. Get airlines to give free airfare to people who are picking up their international adoptive children.
15. Learn pottery.
16. Visit Chicago Institute of Art.
17. Get all my body hair lasered off. Celebrate with a naked stroll in a park.
18. Learn to really sing.
19. Go scuba diving somewhere really colourful and take photos. 
20. Go horseback riding again.
21. Make pesto from scratch.
22. Make a stuffed salmon encased in pastry that's cut to look like a salmon.
23. Learn to really, properly swim.
24. Have an all-girlfriend canoeing-camping trip with someone who can play guitar. Woman with the longest leg hair the next day doesn't have to paddle back.
25. Memorise all the best Scrabble words and tactics.
26. See May Erlewine and Seth Bernard again live.
27. Read the Harry Potter series.
28. Develop all my online photos with journaling comments.
29. Ride in a gondola in Venice.
30. Grow peonies.
31. Learn to can my own fruits and veggies and then actually do it.
32. Visit Vancouver.
33. Have Garrison Keillor read one of my poems on The Writer's Almanac.
34. Roll down grassy green hills in Ireland. Fall in love with some rogueish Irishman with that accent. 
35. Catch some fireflies again. Then let them go.
36. Catch some frogs. Then let them go.
37. Get my braces off. Celebrate by rubbing bread and carrots and salmon all over my teeth.
38. Get into really fantastic shape. Feel strong and healthy.
39. Become buddies with Julia Roberts Jennifer Garner. We would totally mesh.
40. Be in a flash mob.
41. Write a song and sing it/play it on the guitar.
42. Be in the chorus of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat.
43. Finish reading War and Peace.
44. Read The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens.
45. Invent something awesome and sell it like crazy from a website.
46. Learn to cook Indian food as well as our local restaurant does.
47. See a ghost or an angel. Anyone from another realm will do.
48. See Prairie Home Companion live.
49. See Jack Johnson play live.
50. See Cathy achieve her dreams, however that happens.
51. Be so rich that I can give away money to people who need it.
52. Buy a much nicer camera.
53. Re-learn to play piano.
54. See Les Miserables live.
55. Learn Photoshop.
56. Get a book deal.
57. Make a really nice, large abstract quilt.
58. Visit the Great Wall of China and leave my name on it somewhere.
59. Become fluent in French.
60. Learn basic Italian.
61. Become fluent in sign language.
62. Become a pretty good chess player.
63. Have my own photo exhibit in a gallery.
64. Remember history studied and study more.
65. Become more charitable in my heart.
66. Have an Etsy store.
67. Visit London, bump into Jude Law and have him quickly fall in love with me.
68. Design my own house blueprints. Or build a treehouse or hobbit house.
69. Teach Daisy to read and watch her silently devour books.
70. Teach Lulu to read.
71. Take a hot air balloon ride.
72. Be in a musical/play with Daisy.
73. Make healthy cookies I actually love. For my grandkids.
74. Learn how to breakdance. Or at least do that move where you support your body just on your hands tucked under your belly? That move.
75. Hold a hand stand for at least five seconds.
78. Do a backflip. With a belt on. Tied to the ceiling.
79. Hear James Taylor play live.
80. Become a Big Sister.
81. Be able to roll in a kayak.
82. Adopt some older children when my kids are older or be a foster parent.
83. Have some of my poetry published. Under a different name.
84. Do a month-long vacation with Joelle in the UK.
85. Have a butler's pantry right off my kitchen and have it extremely organized at all times.
86. See Swan Lake performed.
87. Raise my children to be happy, nonjudgmental, kind, creative, humble, open-minded, critical thinkers.
88. Own "Hay" perfume from Santa Maria Novella perfumeria.
89. Swim in an Italian grotto.
90. Host a dinner under a large canopy-like tree, with candle lanterns.
91. Be able to do one pull-up.
92. Eat some freshly shucked oysters I've dug, out east.
93. See my sister happy and well-off in Victoria, B.C. 
94. Meet my all of my virtual friends.
95. Teach my girls hand clapping games.
96. Sleep in a hammock in Hawaii with mellow island beat music playing and with the waves splashing in the background.
97. Go seashell hunting.
98. Visit Boston in the Fall. 
99. Go up the Eiffel Tower.
100. Get Lasik eye surgery.
101. Get new tortoise shell glasses I love in the meantime.
102. Learn to juggle.
105. Get a degree in something I'm sure I'll decide on and stick with at some point.
106. Rock grad school some place awesome. Be paid to go. 
107. Get a PhD, presumably in something Englishy but maybe in Theology. Or Philosophy if I can figure out how to do that without going insane.
108. Figure out a convenient and inexpensive way to have Joelle be my laundress. In return, I will untangle anything that needs untangling and offer editing services. 
109. Own a flower shop?
110. Find Murray Clark, my fifth grade teacher from River View Public School in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, and let him know how much he blessed my life.
111. Speak at TED.
112. Learn to ride a unicycle.
113. Find and marry The Love of My Life (Matthew Rhys?).
114. Have all my closest friends at both my ceremony and reception. Have an awesome paper flower bouquet that my friends have made for me (and make bouquets for them), and otherwise handmade reception, with yummy food, music he and I have chosen together (no stupid DJs), guitarists playing prior to the reception, with lovely little surprises.
115. Participate in a hip hop number on stage. 
116. Be anywhere in the Fall where I can see red maple leafs again, collect and press them, and then make a Martha Stewart-idea frame thing with the leaves. 
117. Throw fantastic Sweet Sixteen birthday parties for my daughters.
118. Learn to drive stick shift. 
119. Race a race car along a track. 
120. Do karaoke. Maybe "Thunder Road" by Springsteen. Or "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" by Meatloaf with Joelle.
121. Do a stand-up comedy routine. 
122. Finish my book of subversive children's poems.
123. Make a multicoloured snow sculpture for the kids' front yard. 
124. Learn to waterski. 
125. Try squid ink in a pasta recipe. 
126. Make a really indulgent cheesecake for the people I love the most and serve it to them at once.
127. Embroider something awesome. 
128. Own a collection of beautiful handmade nativities. 
129. Visit St. Peter's, Santa Margherita in Cortona, the Duomo, the Louvre, and Westminster Abby again and actually be able to go inside this time
130. Attend La Tomatina in Spain.
131. Write two plays and have them performed: one comedy, one drama. 
132. Have someone cool perform a song I've written. (That guy in the art wing of my school doesn't count.)
133. Find a really fabulous red lipstick that doesn't turn pink and doesn't make my teeth look [more] yellow.
134. Get my ex-nephew to do some wild make-up on me before going to an excellent Halloween party. 
135. Take TLoML to Cortona, Italy and live there a while.
136. Visit Pompeii.
137. Make love in a field under the stars. 
138. See an animal be born. 
139. See a baby be born. 
140. Learn to belly dance.
141. Write a "little instruction book" for my children. 
142. Set up a soapy slip 'n' slide with my kids. 
143. Make a fairy house with my girls like this one
143. Go to a drive-in movie.
144. Be a part of a protest that changes the outcome of something.
145. Have a picnic/snack in a cave behind a waterfall.
146. Catch a fish and eat it.
147. Take kickboxing classes.
148. Get more politically involved in my own country. 
149. Find something to do with my engagement ring. (Anyone want to buy it?)
150. Be a redhead for a while. 
151. Own a gourmet luncheon/deli place specialising in incredible sandwiches?
152. Make some etchings.
153. Conduct a social experiment of some kind.
154. Own a really great buttery leather jacket.
155. Milk an animal.
156. Attend a lantern festival such as this one.
157. Do really artsy portraits of people.
158. Live a long, healthy life with my brainy, funny, creative, sexy spouse.
159. Walk the Camino de Santiago.
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Saturday
Jan212012

Musings on privacy

I started this blog in 2008 with musings on privacy, on discretion, on what we keep from each other and why. I still think about this every now and then and I haven't found any reason to abandon my opinion I held then, which was that people keep things to themselves out of fear, out of insecurity that if their friends and acquaintances really knew what they think and feel and do, that they would not respect and like them. 

If I had to pick one word that I think defines North American society, one word that's the subtext of so many discussions, so many ideologies, I would choose "shame". 

We're ashamed of our appearances, our sexualities, our races, our lack of educations, our incomes, our beliefs or lack of beliefs. I'm sure there's more but that's the meaty bulk of it.

Like everyone, I care what people think, although usually only certain people. But I have worked at not caring too much and think I am pretty successful. Nothing forces you to not care too much like baring that which people think you should keep hidden and then dealing with the fall-out. It's SO much easier to just keep your mouth shut, to keep your real self for a select few, and chalk it up to "dignity" or "convention" or "privacy", like being private is just something you naturally are, like extroverted or introverted. I guess it is, to the extent that it's related to introversion. If you're not one to talk much about anything, that would include talking about yourself.

I think people who say, "I'm a very private person" should start saying, "I'm a very ashamed person", then ask themselves if that could be as true or more true than the first statement and really sit with that inquiry. 

Some people are private because they hold some information sacred and they like to have secrets between them and someone they love. It makes that information seem more special. I don't know what I think about this. It's an interesting way to look at things. I wouldn't say at this point that this is a false experience or a false way to think but I will say that it's not necessarily true that sharing information makes it feel less special.

Because think of this: What if your significant other wrote you a letter and expressed the loveliest sentiments about you that anyone ever has, and you showed it to fifty people and all of them just adored it and thought that it was so special and so sacred and they were just touched that you shared it with them because it made them feel happy to know that such love exists in the world. Would you regret having shared it? Would it feel less special to you, to have fifty people agree that it was so super duper special? Really? Now, what if you showed it to fifty people and half of them made fun of it, pointed out the spelling mistakes, and questioned some of the sentiments because they sounded like clichés that your partner got from some bad romance novel? Would you regret it because people sullied it for you? Why? If half of the people loved it and half hated it, who is right? No one. So, why do we tend to let the negative opinions silence us? And would we do that if only 5% of the people were the grumpy ones? 

It's about strength of mind—whether or not we let other people's interpretations of us and our beliefs and the things we love silence us. Shame is a choice. 

I've been letting go of shame in increments. I've been getting more comfortable with my body. I walk around my apartment naked and don't care if people can see me. I trust some people with more and more sensitive information about me. And I can't help but think that one day, it would be so great to be as free and confident about who I am, as Greta Christine is about who she is. I mean, read that post. She doesn't give a *bleep* what conservatives or Christians or anyone else thinks. She knows what works for her, what's true for her, she's happy, she shares it and if people can't identify then they should politely get lost and people who do are thrilled that she is so open. 

And you might wonder what the point of such writing is. Oh, to change the world. To abandon shame. To inspire other people to abandon shame. To give a big F-U to patriarchy and all the people who want us to feel ashamed so that we'll let them take control of our society and laws so they can be comfortable and self-satisfied and smug. 

Take, for example, marriage laws. Marriage has existed the way it has not because it's inherently more moral or successful when it's made of a man and a woman, but because of religion, fear of ostracism at best and death at worse (or worser worst: torture and then death), and... what else? True democracy being a relatively new thing? Patriarchy? Because, see, polygamy being okay even though it's marriage between more than two people, and is unequal, makes sense in a patriarchal society. Because it's nice for men, not for women.

And now we have countries and states allowing gay people to get married. The conservative right argues that once we allow gays to get married, soon we'll be forced to allow polyamorous marriages. Yes, and...?

So often these arguments are made without further explanation because the tone in which they're made suggests the foregone conclusion: that would be gross and bad. 

But the only reason we might be prone to believing that is because we're not exposed to these supposedly gross and bad ideas, so we don't know any better and we're not exposed to them because the people living these lifestyles are quiet about them because of shame. Or fear of intolerance.

Without shame, we would see all sorts of different lifestyles coming out of the woodwork and we'd be able to determine how well they work or not to make people happy and healthy based not on speculative Christian rhetoric, but on anecdotal evidence. 

The more people feel shame, the more problems they will have, in general and in their relationships. They don't feel shame because what they're doing is inherently evil and stupid. They feel shame because they've been told to over and over again.

If people stay hidden and ashamed, then there aren't enough of them to challenge laws, to change social mores, and then the conservative majority gets to feel like they're normal and right, and they don't have to be tolerant of other kinds of love relationships. 

I don't think privacy is an evolutionary value. People are meant to be in tribes. In Roman times, they bathed and toileted publicly (even used communal sponges—eek!). There are still countries where people toilet publicly. I seem to recall reading that in parts of Hawaii, it is expected that everyone will know your business. 

I wonder where it all started.

/musing

Daily Gratitudes

1. The sun did come out today... briefly.

2. I bought the most delicious artisanal olive focaccia at the farmer's market, and more amazing macaron ice cream sandwiches. 

3. Robert, Michelle, and I (but mostly them) are organising a feminist philosophy discussion group. Paul made a lovely poster for us today for free. I'm excited!

4. I love hearing Josie's sweet voice and laugh. I'm so madly in love with that girl. She's going to grow up into something amazing. 

5. Knitted socks.

Reader Comments (4)

Or fear.

Shame can come from fear, but fear can be fear based on something different than shame.

Like fear of judgment. I shouldn't care, but sometimes I do.

But while I fear how people would judge or misunderstand me for divulging many things that I keep private, I'm not ashamed of those things.

I also don't share some things with people simply because it would fall on deaf ears or be trampled by them. Sometimes I care if they were to tarnish or criticize something that was precious to me, but other times I just feel like I would be wasting a really good "share" if I already knew that being open about it would not be understood.

I'm very open depending on the degree of openness of the person with whom I'm talking, the idea of meeting people where they are.

Btw, what *is* macaron ice cream?

January 22, 2012 | Unregistered Commenterkimberly

Macarons are French cookies that are chewy and tender and kind of melt in the mouth. They are unlike anything else. They are used as the "bread" of the cookie sandwich.

January 22, 2012 | Registered CommenterNatasha

Nothing wrong with keeping a few things for just yourself.
No shame in holding on to a secret or 6 with the person you love very best.

Also, nothing wrong with feeling differently.

January 22, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterJJ

I occasionally catch my wife off guard with some really personal stuff I've shared with her. She says she's pleasantly surprised. I really like the fact that I trust her enough to expose some of my darkest and deepest thoughts and fears and feelings. So much of that was violated in my previous marriage. I love being able to trust again; it's very cathartic for me, and feels like we are much closer as a result.

January 23, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterRich

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