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Sunday, October 5, 2014

FATE WATCHERS' KARMA COUNTING

English: High priest offering a sacrifice of a...
English: High priest offering a sacrifice of a goat, as on the Day of Atonement, Yom Kippur; from Henry Davenport Northrop, "Treasures of the Bible," published 1894 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Yesterday was Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement. So it seems an appropriate time for a blog that's a bit more philosophical than usual. Even though I was raised with a good Jewish education and continued to practice my religion as an adult, years ago, when I was having a tough time of things, I looked into eastern philosophy. I found its emphasis on things like love and tranquility very comforting. But there were other concepts, like karma, that were a bit more difficult.

According to one school of thought, karma involves not just the moral consequences of a person's behavior, but a general balancing of positive and negative experiences. Thus, for every negative experience a person suffers that is not a consequence of bad behavior on their part, they will eventually experience a positive experience that they did nothing to earn in order to "balance" their karma. Conversely, for every positive experience a person enjoys that they did nothing to earn, they will eventually experience something negative that was not due to their behavior to balance that karma. One book I read stated that even small things, like a person saying "thank you" or smiling, or, conversely, frowning or being rude, could be forms of positive or negative karma.

When I first read the book, I didn't think much about it. But soon, my pre-eastern thought processes caught up with me. I had always been a big, if not obsessive, "counter." Would that piece of cake be "worth" its 380 calories? That dress be worth the month's salary it would cost? My fiber cereal clean my intestines well enough to justify eating a breakfast more depressing than the newspaper it tasted like?

Once the wheels began turning, I zealously applied them to this tantalizing new concept of karma. I began trying to calculate exactly how positive and negative karma in my life would balance out. For example, if the coffee guy smiled at me and said "good morning," would that be balanced by my bagel having more calories? If a saleslady suggested the perfect outfit as soon as I walked into a store, would some bozo have to "balance" that by spilling coffee on it on the subway ride home? If my husband told me how great I looked, would I now have to pick up the dry cleaning even though it was his turn? (Ok, that wasn’t a hypothetical.) If the IT guy wasn't incomprehensible or condescending, would it take him two more hours to fix my computer? (If he charges by the hour, that’s not a hypothetical, either. Also, even though I bought into the whole karma thing, the idea of an IT guy I could like and understand was just too "out there" for me.)

In short, in my obsession to get the best karmic "deal" (as I said, I had a good Jewish education), I created my own "Fate Watchers" karma counting point system. I got so paranoid about the opportunity cost of receiving positive karma that wasn’t "worth" it, I freaked out when people afforded me the barest of common courtesies. If someone thanked me for anything more than once, I’d tell them to stop it. If they insisted I deserved the credit and started to thank me again, I’d hiss "Stop it. Please!" (Two can play that game.) When I found myself profusely thanking a guy on the street corner for telling me I was going to burn in eternal hell, I knew something was wrong.

So I decided to get back to my Jewish roots. These are the gems of wisdom I found:


Proverbs 27:1:  Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.

Job:11:12:  But a stupid man will get understanding when a wild donkey's colt is born a man!

Genesis 3:19: From dust you were made, to dust you shall return.

My mother (she's Jewish, so this counts):  For someone so smart, you can be pretty stupid. 

What did it all mean?  To me, the message from Above was pretty clear: "You're dumber than the mud I made you from, so stop trying to 'game' me and just behave yourself!"  Humbling as it was, I knew that this tough love was right, and then and there, I gave up all attempts to keep track of my karmic account balance.  Unfortunately, the guy on the corner never got the memo on that.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

STOP THE MOTION, I WANT TO GET OFF

Bugs Bunny's star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Bugs Bunny's star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I’ve never created animation (does a wheel with three pictures on it and a pin in the middle count?) and I’ve generally thought that, as an adult, I no longer had any interest in cartoons.  All that changed last week, when I went to the Museum of the Moving Image in Astoria.  Most of the exhibits there involved animation, covering both the technical and creative sides of the field.  Chuck Jones, creator of many classic cartoons like Road Runner and Bugs Bunny was featured prominently. What I realized when I went through the exhibit is that the classic cartoons, whether the Road Runner, Bugs Bunny or Bullwinkle, are not just for little children, but for big ones, who (allegedly) are much more discerning and  better behaved.  Several of the cartoons were showing, and as I watched, I realized how smart they really are.

I even had a chance to become an animator – well, a stop motion animation maker – kind of.  There was a section at the museum that supplied some backgrounds and movable pieces that one could place on a computer screen and take 12 consecutive shots.  The computer would digitally edit them together,and voila! You had your own home (or museum-) made stop-motion film!  The films were a lot of fun to make (I made two), but had an interesting feature.  After clicking the “record” button, if you didn't move your hand away fast enough, the shot would show your hand moving the pieces. I had to do one of my films over twice before I had the timing down well enough so that my hand didn’t show in any of the shots.

The museum had another fun interactive feature.  It would record a sort of video of a person moving and then make a flip book out of it that the person could purchase.  For those of you who don’t know what  flip book is, it’ a book with a series of pictures that, when you flip them, give the optical illusion that the figure in the pictures is moving.  I had a video of me throwing a kiss at the camera.  Well, that’s what it was supposed to look like.  Instead, it kind of looked like I had just coughed or sneezed and was throwing my germs out to the camera. What can I say.  I don’t have a lot of experience being Miss America or a winner on American idol. I was going to purchase my flip book anyway, but forgot to.  Then again, had the salesperson seen it, museum personnel might have tried to quarantine me.

Just to show you that I wasn't making up my two brilliant stop motion films, here they are (don't blink or you might miss them):