And technology. And wine.

by Lorin Michel Tuesday, January 27, 2015 9:38 PM

Several weeks ago, Bobbi and I were discussing something online. We talk every day and on that particular day I have no idea what the topic was, but whatever it was had to have had something to do with us both having a bad and unproductive day. This is nothing particularly new. We have these often. Most people do. But on this particular day, we decided that whenever something was bad, if we had a not-positive response to a question or even just an observation, we would still state the answer but follow it with something simple. Elegant. Understated. Tasty.

And wine.

For instance: I am so sick of the bad news today that I’m just going to scream. And wine.

And wine made everything better. It worked for us for about a day and then it sort of dissipated. Like a fine wine, I suppose, it was finished off. We still throw it out there every once in a while, just to add a bit of brevity to what might otherwise be a cranky situation. It never ceases to bring a smile.

I’m sitting here at my computer tonight, after a day of not getting nearly enough done and painfully little crossed off my list. I was tired and found myself surfing a bit too much. I surf when I’m wasting time. I also surf between projects as a way to clear my head. Sometimes a particular story makes me follow it more closely than I should because I’m interested. The Patriots being in Arizona this week, for instance. The 70th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz for another. I don’t know why but I have long had a dreadful fascination with World War II and the atrocities that were committed. I am horrified, disgusted. To think that a good portion of an otherwise civilized country thought it OK to have places like Auschwitz occupies me. I don’t know why.

I’m not naïve. I know that civilizations have been destroying others different than themselves forever. The Crusades, Nazi Germany, the Sudan, Syria; more. I am fascinated by it though, by the mindset that allows one to assume such arrogance, such power, and to think nothing of murdering mass groups of people, of committing genocide. It gives me no comfort to know that it has been going on since the dawn of time. It gives me no comfort to know that sometimes the perpetrators are destroyed as well.

The arrogance of man, the hypocrisy, the murderous intent.

Because of technology, I can now read about these things freely. You’d think I would prefer to read about dogs, and I do. But even then, I am drawn to the stories of animals who have survived unspeakable acts of cruelty, neglect. I am sickened by the stories and the pictures. But I read them because I long for a happy ending. I want to see the starved dog named Angel who was rescued by a woman affiliated with Rescue from the Hart, Annie Hart ‘s Southern California organization. Little Angel was found barely able to walk on the streets of Palmdale. She was the definition of skin and bones. People walked by, people drove my. One woman stopped to help. I need to see Angel be OK.

Angel was not expected to survive. Her body, like those of concentration camp victims and survivors, was consuming itself in order to stay alive. But the vets at Westlake Animal Hospital kept her alive, somehow, and today, Angel is normal weight and happy, living with a foster family, and well loved.

I suppose to read these stories because I want people to be good and when they are, when they help, when they intervene in order to save another soul, whether that soul belongs to a human or an animal, then my faith is at least temporarily renewed. Until the next travesty presents itself and I can’t look away.

Until technology, I didn’t know what I know now. I didn’t see it daily. I do now. Sometimes I actively seek it out because I need it to be better, I need the happily ever after.

I don’t know that technology gives it to me, but it allows me to see it in action.

People suck. People surprise me.

And wine.

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1/31/2015 12:56:21 AM #

As usual, I'm reading this days after the post, but I just wanted to acknowledge that I spent most of the day bitching via IM to you.

And in retrospect, I feel guilty for it, though I can't say I take any of it back. But the guilt was that I forgot the most important part.

And wine.

It felt like a shitty day. It felt like a torpedo was aimed at my gut. I live in a constant state of overwhelm, confusion and too-muchness.

And wine.

I'm lucky to have a friend who lets me vent.

And she has wine with me. What more could I want?

Bobbi Jankovich United States

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