the worthy and worthless

I'm finishing one of those days. You know, the kind where something serendipitous happens and then something negative happens to muck it up? Of course, none of this has any meaning in the face of what people are enduring in Haiti right now after that horrifying earthquake. So first, here are places that you can go to help.


http://www.yele.org/
http://www.redcross.org/
http://www.unicef.org/

The first link is Wyclef's organization, which I'm assuming has been flooded with donations since the website was acting a bit wonky when I grabbed the link. The second is for the Red Cross, and the third is for UNICEF. There are several setups where you can text a number to a number, and this will allow you to donate $5 (it will be added to your phone bill). I've seen these flashed in status updates on Facebook, but I don't have access to them right now. I'm assuming you should be able to get the information from each organization's web page. Check it out. Give.

So, on to the worthless: my day peaked with a visit to the acupuncturist, where I was treated with a free foot massage. It was my first massage of any kind, and it was incredible. I see why people love massage so much. The therapist ran her hand down the top of my foot, and I felt it through my entire leg. I immediately wanted to propose marriage to her, much in the same way I always want to propose to Mr. Eddie when it's 4 AM and I'm sitting in his deli, drunk from the club, eating a hot fried fish sandwich and fries with ketchup and hot sauce. The acupuncture left me feeling light and airy and happy, while the massage had me rooted in my feet, which still haven't stopped tingling with sensation even now, six hours later. I then walked home to find a parking ticket on my car; I'd forgotten to move my car for street cleaning. Twenty minutes ago I drove to Krav for a knock-out bag class only to remember that the class began at 6:30, not 7:30. Sigh. So yes, I've been up and down. Now I'm at my desk for the night in sweats and wool socks about to get into this new novel's business. Yes, I'm starting something new that differs from that other new novel I was working on last quarter, which was definitely not that new novel that I wrote last year. Believe me, I realize the luxury of this, of being able to do what I love and make money at it and have people read it and respond to it positively, of indulging in maintaining my health, of sitting in my warm room in cozy clothing while listening to a Michael Jackson mixtape while I work. I'm grateful.

Do what you can. Even if that's giving, or being grateful, or whatever. And watch Mac and Jack's Vaudeville Show because even though Mike was strange and awfully twisted, the 7 year old in me still loves him and his beautiful smile (and wants him to be her boyfriend).