Update

 Once upon a time , someone asked me if I would be happy working a job that was not at the university. Since my position at the university closed in 2020, I found myself doing exactly that— working in jobs not at the university. It has been a very difficult transition.  Recently, things shifted quickly and in unexpected ways. The short version is that I am leaving the hotel which I am currently working, having taken a position at another.  The longer version of the story is that I stopped by to see my good friend and former GM at his new hotel. While I was visiting with him, one of the owners came out and introduced himself and we got to talking. After a few minutes, he said he wanted me to meet his brother. Our conversation turned into a job interview and 48 hours later I accepted a new position as front desk, manager and assistant operations manager. After some negotiating, we reached an agreement and I start my new position on April 9. It’s a much nicer hotel and these...

Fear-facing

 I’ve been trying to think of the kind of vessel you n which I would like to journey that would take me to a place I’ve never been before. There are two places I can think of that are at extremes. The first is in the deepest ocean and a second is anywhere in space. Now anyone who knows me knows how much I enjoy science fiction and might enjoy visiting any one of those places, but truth be told I cannot think of a vessel that would be conducive to an enjoyable trip. See, I don’t like small, cramped spaces.


One of my favorite stories is a short story by Ray Bradbury. It’s called “Kaleidoscope”. The story begins with a rocket ship, having exploded, sending its occupants floating away from one another into the far reaches a space. The bulk of the story captures their final conversation as a drift away from one another. For me, the horror is not in being trapped in a suit from certain, it would not take long for that sensation to go away. The horror for me is inability to not fully stand up or walk around. 


I’ve been inside a submarine before, but there are certain aspects of it that I most likely could not withstand. I need a few feet more space over my head. If I couldn’t stand up straight or walk around, I would have serious problems.


This fear might be common among human beings in general. Which is, perhaps, why in classic and even Gothic literature, some authors have exploited the concept of the premature burial, a la Edgar Allan Poe. It’s not easy to talk about or write about and it’s very uneasy to me to think about.


But that’s part of growth, facing your fears. As the Stoics would say, “premeditato malorum.” All that means is that one should prepare for the worst so that if it happens, one is ready; on the other hand, if it doesn’t happen, one is ready.

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