Five More Wisdom Biscuits

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Five More Wisdom Biscuits

 

1. I know garbage

“You should put the garbage bins back where they were before you remodelled,” I tell the managers of the Grant High School construction project when they host a neighborhood forum.

“Funny thing, that,” the lady in charge says, “It’s a bit counterintuitive.”

She explains something city planners learned about beaches.

“If there is a garbage can, people will use it. And, then, when it gets filled, they will pile their refuse next to it—and the result is that the trash scatters everywhere. However, if you remove the trash can altogether, people take their trash with them.”

So much for what seemed obvious.

 

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2. Bread crumbs

Once, after a particularly foul mood lifted, I think to myself, “I should remember what I did to cause the mood to lift.”

“I know,” I excitedly think, “I’ll write out prescriptive directions—as a little, bread-crumb trail for me to follow back out the next time.”

However, the next time I’m in a particularly foul mood, I look at the bread crumbs before me and angrily bark, “Who the hell left this mess here?!”

 

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3. The writing on the walls

Things you need to know about the Ancient Near East:

  1. Most structures were made out of mud or plastered with it
  2. Sumerian, Akkadian, Babylonian, and Assyrian were written in Cuneiform, which looks to our eyes like rows of bird tracks.

As the mud walls dried, they cracked—looking to ancient eyes like the writing of the day.

Accordingly experts were called in to “read the writing on the wall.”

(For the biblically minded: In Daniel 5, the future lion’s-den dweller interprets the writing on King Belshazzar’s wall.)

 

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4. More good than harm

I am 10+ years older than Adam, the Head of the English department at the small charter school at which we both work.

However, he has many more years experience teaching high school than I.

I’m at the copy machine, lamenting.

I do a lot of lamenting during my first years as an educator—public school classrooms are no joke.

“Brian,” Adam says, “There are days you need to just know that you are doing more good than harm.”

Amen.

 

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5. Two things about drugs

Drugs: One.

At the end of May, I have a tooth pulled and get a prescription for Oxycodone, a strong, highly-addictive pain manager.

While falling into the cloudy comfort, leaving the pain behind, I think—If you told someone they could either:

Do a thing and feel no pain

or

Do not do the thing and feel pain

The reasonable, logical thing to do seems to be “Option Oxycodone”

Drugs: Two.

It has been four weeks since the procedure.

I’m off pain-killers.

However, the antibiotic I took for two weeks to deal with the sinus infection from my dental issue caused thrush, a yeast infection in my mouth.

My tongue has felt like it’s on fire—pain level 2—for over a week.

I am finding it hard to be what I remember as my previous level of kind to others (and me).

I have newfound sympathy for anyone suffering from chronic pain.

What We Pass Down

“I have the honor of sitting with the Rabbi,” Martin says as I find my seat at the reception to celebrate his granddaughter’s Bat Mitzvah. At times like this, I’m not just Brian. I’m Rabbi Brian. A stand-in for God, Judaism, and all religious persons they’ve met in the past. ✧ ✧ ✧ “We pass the Torah from generation to

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See Me.

Shoes.Shoes.Shoes.  The long glass wall separates me from a display of more than 100,000 shoes at Auschwitz-Birkenau.  Men’s shoes and women’s shoes and children’s shoes and baby shoes.  Everyday shoes and work shoes and formal shoes and boots and sandals and slippers and high-heeled shoes and orthopedic shoes.  Woven sandals and wooden-soled shoes and leather shoes and cloth shoes.  Shoes

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Last Tuesday / This Tuesday

Last Tuesday. I’m sitting in an Adirondack chair, my feet resting on a well-weathered log here in Sisters, Oregon. It’s my family’s annual week-long vacation at the same beautiful house we’ve rented for the past four summers. My favorite spot. Just above the little creek. Most of my worries are 153 miles away. ✧✧✧ This Tuesday. I’m sitting in my

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