Archive for December, 2008


Good news

Today I got a call with an offer for a job interview. Haven’t gotten the job yet, but it’s teaching high school English. 80% position, so I’ll likely have four classes a day, and that qualifies me for benefits, I think. Interview isn’t until after the holidays, but it’s set and the guy on the phone sounded excited, so I’m really hoping on this one.

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Since it’s tradition

It’s a tradition now that every year I post this particular editorial around Christmas-time. I think it’s important that we realize how important certain ideas are, how endemic to our culture, how vital to our spirit. I’ll let Francis Pharcellus Church say the rest.

“DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
“Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
“Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’
“Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

“VIRGINIA O’HANLON.
“115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.”

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

http://www.newseum.org/yesvirginia/clipping.htm

So, I have to get this out of my system before I continue going. There’s a lot I have left to do, and yet I still need a bit of venting.

Today my laptop died on me. I think it has something to do with the power source after consulting an expert. However, I cannot get on it and am using the big computer now, which is a pain in the ass. Between that, having to cancel a dinner I was looking forward to because of lack of time, being stuck inside a box in the middle of a building with no windows and uncomfortable chairs, and various other annoyances today, this has not been a great day for me.

The laptop is what worries me most. I rely on that thing. I have no idea how I’m going to get it fixed, or get to the stuff on it that I need, or anything of the sort. All I know is that this annoys me more than I can possibly articulate, and I know that’s not good. I should be thinking good thoughts. Here are a few:

1. Maybe I’ll actually see snow this weekend. Maybe not, and then I don’t have to be in snow. Win-win.

2. I have great friends, many of whom I miss, many who I enjoy seeing on a regular basis, but all incredible.

3. M’lady loves me and is trying so very hard to make me happy. If more problems weren’t piling up during this, She would be successful (yay, Daily Show/Colbert Report!)

4. Things are going to be great and surprising this weekend.

I think I need to do what I used to do, which was spend an entire day thinking about how something amazing will happen to me that day. Inevitably, something always did.

So, I’m trying to feel good in my adorably naive, Panglossian way. In that vein, I’ll end this with a quote from Benjamin Franklin, “…the World is a pretty good sort of a World; and ’tis our Duty to make the best of it and be thankful.” I’m trying. Really, I am.