I’ve taken on some translating in the last week that has kept me very busy. I tend to go into hibernation mode when I do these jobs. My little breaks usually consist of me going through Twitter to see what’s up in the world. Well one of the people I follow on Twitter is Jeremy Piven. I know he’s not really Ari from Entourage but when I read his tweets, I can almost hear Ari speaking and I love it. Anyway, yesterday morning I’m just scrolling through as I was a little panicked about the current project and the timing involved. And I notice a strange blip in my timeline. For those of you who have Twitter, you know, that pretty much they get updated in multiple minute increments. But there it was, between 4 minutes ago and 8 minutes ago, a tweet from 12 hours ago. I caught it out of the corner of my eye and scrolled back up to have a better look. I thought, “how did this end up here?” and proceeded to read the tweet. It was by Jeremy Piven and it was a retweet from Tiny Buddha about creating change. How great is the name Tiny Buddha? They also have a great profile picture of a, you guessed it, Buddha looking very serene. I went on to the site and found a collection of posts by different people all having to do with thoughtful living. Just going on the site made me feel calmer. Apparently they have something like 5 million page views which makes me wonder how I missed it. I’m not a huge fan of people with lists for how to get things done. 5 steps to… 10 steps to… then you read and discover that actually step one is about 20 steps and so on, so this wonderfully simple program could very well take you the rest of your life. Which is fine if that’s what you were expecting, not so good if you had hoped to reach enlightenment in the next month or so. The posts I have read so far, some of them do have that multi step approach but if you ignore that part, I like the messages. So I feel that I have stumbled upon a goldmine of serenity to visit when I need.
So thank you Jeremy Piven for Tiny Buddha and of course, Entourage.
Well here it is, almost the next weekend so I’d better talk about last weekend before it’s too late to bother. I went to NY for 5 days last week to attend my 30th college reunion. It is the first time I have gone to a reunion on campus, the last one was my 5th and we didn’t go to the official one, just a party held off campus which pretty much put me off going to any future ones.
I am still friends with my freshman year room mate and together with another friend we signed up for the same events so we were guaranteed to know people. The first event was a joint cocktail party with our counterparts across the street. They have since gone co-ed but back in the day, our college was all women, theirs, all male. I recognized some people but in a vague, “oh you look familiar” kind of way. Then I saw someone that I genuinely liked but hadn’t seen in 30 years. It was great catching up with her and seeing that she was still the very nice person I remembered. And that’s the thing about reunions. People are still fundamentally who they are 30 years later. So chances are, if you didn’t like them in college, you’re not going to all of a sudden find you have so much in common that you’ll become besties.
The next night was our class dinner, kind of the same deal, we each stuck with the friends we knew from college and it was lovely to see people whom I genuinely liked. But it was going to an event the next day which made me realize why I love my old school. The talk was on the school’s ongoing effort to be more global and while listening to current students present, I reconfirmed that I went to a great school that continues to do great things. The young women were so articulate and passionate about their experiences, that I was proud to be associated with them and happy to be involved with the school.
This weekend was also my reunion with NYC. I can’t remember the last time I was alone in the city. I saw many friends outside of the reunion but I stayed in a hotel by myself. It was the world’s smallest hotel room so there wasn’t a huge incentive to stay in the room itself when I wasn’t sleeping. So I spent the time I wasn’t seeing friends walking around the city. Well specifically the Upper West Side since I only made it downtown once. It is remarkable how little the demographic has changed since I last lived there in the 80′s. It continues to be multi generational with a heavy emphasis on families. Although I don’t remember quite as many strollers in my day but I do remember hordes of toddlers.
Okay this is turning into a rambling account so I’ll stop here. But since I’m in the midst of so much change and newness, this weekend gave me the perfect opportunity to stop and look back on the person I used to be 30 years ago. I don’t know that myself 30 years ago would recognize the me today. I think even back then, I thought things would happen, it just took 30 years for the time to be right. Hey some of us are slower than others. But then, it’s all about the journey, isn’t it?