All I Want for Christmas . . .

My parents had a very simple rule when we were growing up. You "believe" in Santa and Santa will bring you goods on Christmas Morning.

I'm 33. This will be my 34th Christmas.

I have yet to state anything contrary to a position that aligns me with believing in Santa. And why WOULD I?

I like STUFF. I like getting my stocking STUFFed. With that in mind . . .

Dear Saint Nick -

I've been moderately good this year. With that in mind - please hook me up with a sampling or entirety of the following . . . .

1 - Tribes. It is a work thing, sure, but Seth Godin is seriously a friggin' genius and I am so jealous of people with big, big brains and small, contained egos.

2 - An Irish Sweater. I don't know why but I'm a sweater guy. Not a Bill Cosby sweater guy (let's be serious) but I like big, bulky, warm sweaters. The scratchier and heartier the better, frankly. Give me one of these and a pair of corduroys and get out of my way. It might get crazy. I might even go fishing or hunt for a four-leaf clover.

3 - The Hangover on DVD. Up was my favorite movie of the year (Where the Wild Things Are is a close second and I have high hopes for The Lovely Bones and Sherlock Holmes) but this was the FUNNIEST movie of the year. Hands down. I don't know that I need to own it . . . but I sure do want to. If only to watch the closing credits again and again and again.

4 - A New Wallet. It can either be one like my current one, a recycled tie wallet Wifey bought me from Narwal Co. or it could be a hot buttered toast wallet. I have to have some youthful joy in my life. It can't all be just sweater vests and penny loafers!

5 - A Few Good Works of Fiction. I don't know what happened to me. It might have been going straight from college to grad. school to resenting the written word altogether but I never got in to reading fiction. Don't get me wrong. I read. I like biographies and autobiographies and histories, etc. I've come to realize that I can learn all I want - but only good fiction is going to really help rewire my creative brain (and enhance my writing). I'll take some Safrin Foer. I'll read some Kidd. I'll whoop up some Pynchon. I'll finger through some Chabon. I'll wrestle with some Munro. I'll struggle through some Whitehead.

6 - The Art of Tim Burton. I'm a huge fan of Tim Burton and all his crazy, morbid, nuttiness with the silver lining and lovely imagery. A book of his sketches and other work is right up my crazy, morbid, nuttiness with the silver lining alley.

7 - The music of Joe Hisaishi. He's a genius. Bottom line. As wonderful as Hayao Miyazaki's films are (and they are allll great) the music behind them makes them even more special. He's my latest musical obsession. Sorry, Philip Glass.

8 - Some Art. Something tasteful but fun. Something like The United Plates of America.

9 - Something to cover my normal stink. I used to be a "cologne guy" - would not leave home without it, frankly. And I had several bottles at a time and I would mix it up a little with my earth and wood and floral and water scents. Then I just sort of stopped wearing it. Not sure why. Not sure I care why. Anywho - I want some good stink back.

10 - A combo to round out the list. How about world peace and my two front teeth.

Thanks, big guy!

- Sean


The Warm Glow of Lights . . .

No judgement, really, but I'm a bit of a purest when it comes to my holiday lights. I like "mini bulbs" and I like 'em white. I don't like 'em blinking and I don't like 'em chasing each other or doing anything silly.

It is not that there is anything "wrong" with colored lights or crazy manipulations of electrical current. Not at all. Time and place. Time and place.

I just prefer the traditional warmth and glow of the white bulb. They remind me of candle flames, I guess. The gentle glow is good for the appearance of my complexion. The soft light is relaxing and bring-yet-not. They are my preference and have been for 30+ years.

Then came technology and screwed the whole thing up. I'm talking about YOU, LED lights. Sure, sure. Good for the planet. Cheaper electricity. Longer lives. Purer light. What. Ev. Er.

Have you seen a "white" LED light? They are BLUE. Clinical, cold, uncaring, unloving, harsh on the complexion blue. They look like frost-bite probably feels. Nothing warm about them.

I'm all for progress and technology. Really. I am (just ask my iTunes collection or my Blackberry or my car or my house with central air). I just don't want the "advancement of technology" to come at the traditional warmth and glow of my holiday season. Time and place. Time and place.

What next? We e-mail Santa? We put up plastic and metal trees? We stop serving hot-buttered toddies? People stop making sweet love at the company Christmas party? Sure. Sure. All those things HAVE already happened (maybe people do still hook up at holiday parties but - come on people - grow up).

That is, in my opinion, all the more reason to leave my white lights alone. Leave 'em simple. Leave 'em warm. Leave 'em traditional. Time and place. Time and place.


The Unfolding Of Our Culture/Society . . .

How do these people stay famous? How do they get time and space? Why don't we spend MORE time focusing on people who do great things - every day - and really try to raise the bar of who we are as people and who work - tirelessly - to build up themselves, their communities and our nation and world as a whole? Who do we blame? These two? The Insider? Me for watching? Me for sharing? Ugh.

I feel a long, holiday-focused non-tirade coming! SOON!


Domestic Abusers are Losers . . .

This video is not really "funny" but I had to laugh with and cheer for this woman telling Chris Brown what so many of us would really like to.

I'm sort of shocked that people (especially women) still want to have their photos taken with him or that people would insist he is "still the man." And - while I'm prattling - STILL? - The only thing I know about him is that he can dance like Michael Jackson and his music was the score of one of the greatest YouTube (and worst wedding) moments of all time.

THANK YOU, young lady on the island of Manhattan, for getting your feelings for Chris Brown off your chest.

A word to the wise for the rest of you . . . love the women in your life. It's the right thing to do!


Things I Love . . .

This is Niagara. My favorite painting in the whole, wide world. It hangs in the permanent collection of The Corcoran.


Random Snippets . . .

I've decided to just give in to some of my more random "urges" lately. While that doesn't mean maxing out my credit card on on-line porn (again - argh) it does man carrying around a note pad and a pen at just about all times for a very simple reason.

No. Not bettering myself. Not keeping track of my to-do list. Not making my "correspondence" a wee bit easier on the day to day. Not even using the note pad to as a way of gathering clues to solve the latest Scooby mystery I'm involved trying to solve while cruising around in my windowless van. Nope. The note pad is to keep track of random quotes and snippets from life as I intersect it.

Literally - just "stuff" that I hear or see or read. It could be on a web site including a Facebook status. It could be a Tweet. It could be an e-mail or the opening sentence of an article in GQ. It might be the angry outburst of a co-worker who had their unattended Starbucks coffee stolen from the brewing machine in the kitchen. It is just "stuff" that amuses me.

Here, in no particular order, are twenty things I heard in the last week that made me happy. I will not give any context, citation or color because - to be honest - I am not keeping track of that crap myself. I only write down the snippets.

1 - "Ignore tradition. More over, make a new one."
2 - "Just put the f*ck@ng thing on my desk and walk away. It is not even that hard."
3 - "That's what I said, slick."
4 - "Conspiracy theories are born out of confusion, chaos and fear - nothing any darker or more sinister than that."
5 - "Inspiration is free."
6 - "Buy two get one free."
7 - "I'm not so sure that is what was intended but go with it if you have to."
8 - "Red"
9 - "Blend for three minutes or until hardened peaks form."
10 -"His repeated homophobic slurs were certainly his ultimate undoing."
11 - "I'm just really stressed about the bake sale. Okay?"
12 - "Send it to my Jews. We'll look it over."
13 - "Try not to confuse his confidence with arrogance."
14 - "Go. Now. Do."
15 - "These people are all concerned with where you have been. The only thing that matters is where you are going."
16 - "Change is always necessary."
17 - "Yoga IS a lifestyle change."
18 - "There are no second impressions or third chances that actually change opinions."
19 -"Weakness is petty, small and naive."
20 - "We sometimes do bad things for good reasons, I suppose."


Welcome to The Crack of Sean . . .

I'm over here now.

I appreciate everyone who is joining me from my previous blog (still archived here for anyone that wants to read alllllll about my gastric bypass surgery and the 2 1/2 years that followed (as well as several stories about life before surgery)) and any new readers as well.

I will, in the interest of full rambling, still probably talk about my life post surgery (weight loss struggles, trying to get fit, looking good FINALLY in my little black dress, my dream of having my moobs surgically removed, etc.) but I won't just be talking about weight anymore.

Nope. I'm going to talk about life, love, politics, socio-economics (no, not really), religion, pop culture and whatever else is on my mind. Come to think of it - why AM I claiming this is a new blog anyway?!?!

No - seriously - I HOPE that this blog will be as much fun and therapy for me as my old blog and I look forward to not feeling like I have to be "polite" all the time (he he he)!

Regardless - I am going to see if I can sharpen my wit, humor, maturity and writing skills without feeling like everything has to at least SORT of tie back to my weight or where that weight has been - or is going.

Life is good! And if it is not - I'm going to blog allllllll about it!