Comments on: jobs: 10/365

By: cynthia

cynthia — Tue, 17 Mar 2015 23:15:15 +0000

Abby, I’ve always thought carving was such a beautiful art. Your story about your father fascinates me not because of what he said about the journal, but because I witnessed a similar situation with my father who was one of the leaders in computer software back when computers took up entire rooms. After he retired, I offered to get him set up with a personal computer, but he had no interest at all. I had thought he loved working with computers as I imagine you thought your father loved medicine. So much to think about here–it would make a wonderful essay…

It’s nice to see you here.

By: abby frucht

abby frucht — Tue, 17 Mar 2015 04:08:00 +0000

my dad was a gastroenterologist for four and a half decades. He was esteemed, and I believe he was proud. But after he retired, when I expressed surprise at no longer seeing New England Journals of Medicine in his house, he said, “I wouldn’t read another one of those if you paid me a million dollars.” Instead he carved beautiful animals out of wood and stone.

By: cynthia

cynthia — Sat, 07 Mar 2015 18:03:38 +0000

In reply to Claire Guyton. Exactly. It's funny, looking back at this post from over six weeks ago, I'm glad I paused here for a moment with these jobs.

By: Claire Guyton

Claire Guyton — Thu, 05 Mar 2015 05:28:11 +0000

As others have pointed out, that list says quite a lot about you. But I think (?) I know what you mean, because I could do the same with my own list of jobs. Of course each one says something about me. But you could never guess the things that matter to me most by looking at that list. What makes your heart beat too fast? What bores you senseless? Surely you detest someone beyond reason–why THAT person? What is the surest way to make you cry, what can you never forgive, why do you make THAT joke in THAT moment? Your avocation, your calling–that captures something essential about YOU, and at least provides hints to the answers to those questions. Jobs? Meh.

By: cynthia

cynthia — Sun, 25 Jan 2015 00:22:34 +0000

In reply to helena sorensen. lovely, helena

By: helena sorensen

helena sorensen — Sat, 24 Jan 2015 18:43:41 +0000

In reply to cynthia.

I see a neighbourhood
of grey shingled shelters
and white window frames
absent of human kind
but for the one…
who walks the path
on winter’s time.

By: cynthia

cynthia — Sat, 24 Jan 2015 00:19:47 +0000

In reply to writersideup. Ha!

By: cynthia

cynthia — Fri, 23 Jan 2015 23:55:11 +0000

In reply to Mary. As must I.

By: cynthia

cynthia — Fri, 23 Jan 2015 23:54:33 +0000

In reply to Helena. I love that, Helena--yours on the journey. I'm happy you're with me. And did you see all the stuff happening to either side of the path?

By: Helena

Helena — Fri, 23 Jan 2015 20:27:55 +0000

In reply to cynthia.

Cynthia…
a path… most assuredly… as echoed by Mary… 🙂
yet… i sense a hesitation… as if it be a path questioned…

yours on the journey… Helena