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1001 Nights – #42, Charity.

I’m up to $235 in donations to worthwhile charities, my forty-second goal in the Day Zero / 1001 Nights project.  Happily, with only $15 left to go, I’ve realized something important that I know most people figured out a while ago.

I am charitable more or less by accident. When groups send me a request, I’m often happy to fulfill it; but until now I have not gone looking for charities to support. Oh, I contacted Greenpeace and Planned Parenthood when I lived downtown and I still support them, but everyone else has received my name from a mailing list or database somewhere.

As a result, I’ve decided to send my next charity check to the ALS Association in memory of my father. I’m glad I came to this realization – hey, it only took a couple grand over twenty years or so, right? Better late than never.

#40 /42 – Charities

$250? I undershot.

I don’t know what it’s like in your neck of the woods, but there are a lot of Veteran’s organizations around here. The Paralyzed Veterans of America has a local chapter, and once a year they phone for a donation. I gave $50 a year for a few years, and continued that trend this month.

Additionally, the Vietnam Veterans call up every four to six months looking for old clothes that could be resold at their thrift stores. That gave me the opportunity I needed to clear out my shoes, and sure enough, I had a Hefty bag fullof things I no longer wore and never would again. They weren’t in bad shape – just no longer my style, and some which were dad’s and never quite fit me properly.

I kept my gym shoes, black and brown business shoes, a pair of black and brown clogs, and my motorcycle boots. Everything else is on its way to help a couple deserving people out.

I’m not a big fan of the military as an organization – and never have been. But I feel like the people the military uses deserve whatever support we can offer.

1001 Nights – Reading

I used to read voraciously. There was nothing I liked better than whiling away a sunny afternoon or chilly evening with a book in my hand, the bigger and more obscure the better. Pynchon was crack to me in those days, and I tore through his books like a wildfire. Once I met my wife, though, I cut down on the freetime reading – not due to any request of hers, simply because I preferred spending time with her to spending time with the books.

Instead I made a point of continuing to read while commuting to work, since I was (at the time) looking at about an hour and a half in both directions via bus, elevated train, and train lines.  I read a lot of good history and classic literature  in that way, from the history of the Mediterranean and Tacitus to the French Revolution and Dumas. Those were excellent days, and even waiting for the train was made easier by access to these other worlds.

When we moved out of the city proper, though, the reading more or less stopped cold. Lack of public transportation and less time free at the house added up to a lot of difficulty in making the time for my old friends, the books. That’s why reading constitutes a decent portion of the 1001 Nights for me – these are all books I’ve desperately wanted to read since moving out, and (due to their weight and the time commitment) have not been able to.

Last night I started on Egil’s Saga, from the Complete Sagas of the Icelanders.  I see now how accurate the Monty Python sketch, Njorl’s Saga, seems to be – I’m on page 36 and so far I haven’t even met Egil yet. But then, starting out with a list of names and accomplishments also works to spin me back into the very place I want to be.  It’s a recognized convention from the heroic past of literature which makes me more aware than before that I’m embarking on something out of the ordinary with this task.

I also went ahead and ordered Crow: From the Life and Songs of the Crow, Ted Hughes’ homage to my favorite animal. The poems I’ve read from this selection so far disturb and thrill me, which is another very good thing. I want to feel this one, not just peruse it. I figure it should be in my hands by March, which gives me a good amount of time to devote to the Icelanders for a while.

1001 Nights – Prelude I

In two days I embark on my 1001 Nights project. The fact that I’m now updating the blog is a good sign, as it means I’ve kept my focus on this idea for more than a single week.

I’m aware that some of my tasks seem fairly minor – setting up RSS feeders, donating old shoes, identify 100 things that make me happy. The reasoning behind these are twofold: First, having some relatively simple milestones to hit keeps me jazzed about the work I’m doing. If I can reach these small goals while moving toward the larger ones, I’ll be more likely to keep my attention on said larger goals.

Secondly, the fact is … if they’re on the list, then they’re not minor or trivial to me. The goal of this project isn’t to impress people (though I do hope to inspire some) but to get these things done. If it’s on the list, it’s been on my mind for more than a month over the past dozen years or so. What’s simple for one person might be a real trial for another.

There are other tasks that are, for me, extremely ambitious. Two novels when I’ve barely scratched a chapter of one? Sixteen pieces published when my record stands at three? A thirty-three mile bike ride? These tasks will take preparation and planning, not just rolling up my sleeves and diving into them, and that’s what I’m anticipating the most difficulty with.

Historically, I’m good at just knuckling down and getting good work done just under the wire, while preparation hasn’t been a strength of mine. That may really be the hundred and second task … getting myself accustomed to long-term planning.

I’m planning to choose two of those long-term projects to focus sharply on for February through May. Three months should give me a good feeling for how quickly I can work and turn things around, as well as how many of the shorter-term projects can be knocked out of the park.

Such is the plan. As always, good luck with your projects – wish me luck on mine!

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