From Yours Simply Well, Men Alive – The first full month of weekly blogosphere-contribution – and my debut overall as a writer – has come to a close and, I must mention, it’s been rather a resolution! Though being a novice is typically accompanied by imposter syndrome, I’ve become aware that these entries have pulled read more..
Well, Men Alive –
The first full month of weekly blogosphere-contribution – and my debut overall as a writer – has come to a close and, I must mention, it’s been rather a resolution! Though being a novice is typically accompanied by imposter syndrome, I’ve become aware that these entries have pulled on a few heartstrings and expanded some mindsets. This is thrilling!
While “Man Alive!” may not be an effortless undertaking with all this big city balance acting, it’s certainly satisfying, and is allowing for the discovery of a voice. The public comments and, especially, the private emails and texts I’ve received have convinced me that it’s a worthwhile endeavor. More than anything, I hope it continues to elevate and encourage you, dear comrades, with a sense of connectedness and wonder that makes its way into your everyday lives. Your responses validate and embolden me on sundry levels. It’s comforting to feel so supported as I embark on this new era.
Due to this outpouring of technology-assisted man-to-man support, I’ve decided that once per month – on varying days and times – I’ll take a break from blogging to connect with any of you who cannot afford a service, are uncertain about pursuing one, or solely wish to meet. The café-of-choice will change, and I welcome any suggestions for quiet wifi spots in Manhattan or Brooklyn. (My only request is that you make a donation, gift me, or buy teas for two.)
If you’d like to make a date for Friday, 13 February, between 5 and 8pm, I’ll be in a charming coffee shop in Soho. Please call me to learn the exact location and set up a time. You can sign up for the ”Man Alive!” Monthly to be notified of future rendezvous.
For now, I’ll resume “fumbling and stumbling” in this accommodated meandering. Thank you so, so much for joining me along the journey.
A simply awed Adam
PS – Enjoy this ditty (which is the entirety of my songwriting repertoire) from a tone-deaf Kathmanduan, written and recorded half a year ago, just before he became a wide-eyed New Yorker:
Sally came to Kathmandu
At 7pm, like it was 1972
What can you do, Sally?
It’s the Kathmandu Valley
Diesel fuel is gonna blow in your face
What shall we do, brother?
Sally’s somehow or other
Gonna get what she can outta this place
Sally cast off Kathmandu
At just after Noon, got a 21st-century view
Well, I was raised outside of Kalamazoo
Where my mind made it to the outskirts of Tippecanoe
With a privileged passport, I was a no-can-do
When it came to pushing past what I knew in Timbuktu
Then I went from full stop –
To full circle
Here in Kathmandu
And here in the middle of the Top of the World, where I stand
I proclaim that the more you accept, the more you’re gonna expand
And I say if you think you know it all
Let Nepal be your wake-up call
Because you are Sally
And I am you
And the whole wide world could be a Kathmandu
So take the most of what’s been given
And share the best of the life that you’ve been livin’
What can you do, Sally?
In this chaotic valley
Life’s gonna blindside you the more you live
What shall we do, lover?
Sally’s gone undercover
To see what’s to gain and what she can give
Sally comes to Kathmandu
The time is right now, and it’s an opportune one too
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