I am another white guy listening to NWA’s Straight Outta Compton thinking about how I have run into Ice Cube twice.
Both times were at the same IHOP but we exchange greetings or acknowledge each other either time and it is not because we went to rival high schools.
Ok, that is not entirely true, we nodded heads at each other, me as I walked towards my table and he as he walked out of the restaurant.
Funny thing is when a neighbor asked me last week if I ever saw celebrities in LA I forgot to mention Ice Cube.
Didn’t think of the time I saw Bruce Springsteen, Tom Selleck or Diane Keaton.
The list is far longer than that and not made up, it is just proof I don’t spend much time thinking about celebrities.
There are relatively few I really have significant interest in and most of the time I don’t feel like I am entitled to go insert myself into their world.
Where Are You Now?
I got some news today about stuff going on back in LA that reminded me that moving to Texas would present some challenges.
News that reminded me that while Ma and Pa Steiner aren’t old they aren’t young anymore.
There are things going on with them that reminded me of conversations I heard my parents have when they were around the same age I am now.
Makes me wonder where my grandparents are now and what sort of conversations we would have.
The past bubbles into the future and I hear my grandfathers telling me to do exactly as I have done, their advice no different from the words my parents shared with me when I told them I was going to take this position.
But I don’t think they would have appreciated my concerns about being part of a sandwich generation so I didn’t voice them.
Didn’t say that while I was obviously concerned about my kids I worried about them a bit more because they aren’t getting any younger.
Am I Killing Twitter?
Twitter and I were really tight.
We spent a lot of time together and I looked forward to my time there because I knew Twitter and I would have a lot of fun together.
But time passed and things changed and it wasn’t quite as it was.
I never did figure out if it was me or Twitter that changed.
Might have been both, but man from 2008-11 we had a lot of fun together. Hell things were probably still good in 2012, but the impact of whatever changed finally had its way with me.
Hell things were probably still good in 2012, but the impact of whatever changed finally had its way with me.
I started spending less and less time there but because I didn’t want to disappear I used automation to maintain a presence and to make sure my posts were still promoted.
Sometimes I jump on Twitter and I see sparks of the past and for a while I am live and around. I make comments and engage in conversation and it feels like it once did.
But eventually I get pulled away and I leave but the automation stays and I wonder if I am part of the problem.
My windows ache and there is a part of me that has gone missing. One day it will return but I don’t know when that will be.
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Sometimes I forget how old I am and how much life experience I have.
It doesn’t occur to me that I have lived through John Lennon’s murder, the attempted assassination of President Reagan, two space shuttle catastrophes, a series of wars, terrorism, Rodney King, the LA Riots and OJ.
That is not a complete or comprehensive list either.
I suppose I could say I have lived through eight presidencies and am about to hit my 9th but I am not sure how significant that really is or isn’t.
Maybe what this really means is that I am working on getting my rhythm as a writer back.
Maybe it is because it is time to return to certain stories.
I am not a priest or a rabbi but chances are good that just as many people look to me for absolution of their sins. Hell, probably more because I get the agnostics and the atheists too.
Don’t ask me to tell you when it started or how bartenders got a reputation for being the person you can spill your guts too because I don’t know and if I did it is probably not something I would talk about either. It would be like a magician telling you how he saws the girls in half- some things are trade secrets.
What I can tell you is a good bartender is more than someone who knows how to make the best Martini or the latest cocktail fad drink. A good bartender knows how to listen and when to speak. Sure, alcohol helps loosen the lips of the customers and makes it easier for them to tell us about whatever is on their minds, but that is not all.
They share with us because we don’t share what we hear and we don’t judge. We are like the Swiss bankers except our currency isn’t traded on Wall Street.
Some stories provide answers to questions and some stories just raise more questions.
When your windows ache and your doorknobs throb you always know it is the latter.
Don’t blame me for Twitter but don’t release me of responsibility either. The search for absolution is never so simple.
Larry says
I hope your parents are okay.
I’m so not into Twitter. I created an account a couple years ago but never could get into it. I have little use for it.
Jack Steiner says
Thanks.
Twitter is one of those platforms you have to spend some time with to get something out of it. It is not hard but it is not as easy as it used to be either.