6/26 Meeting Follow-Up
While reminding myself that indeed I do love New York in June, gentle readers, I present you with your humidity ridden recap:
First things first - we have a date, so send your suit to the cleaners, schedule the dance lessons and circle the day in red on your calendar:
SparkPlug Launch Party
Monday, August 7, 2006
Bar 13
More details will be posted here as they become available, but in the meantime, feel free to spread the word…
In other news, the good folks of the State of New York have finally recognized that we exist (so nice of them to notice) by filing all that paperwork we sent them and we have applied for fiscal sponsorship through Fractured Atlas to be up and running as an official not-for-profit before you can say, “Please make the check out to…”.
Ah, rescue. How you stoke the fires of our thoughts. How you, like significant condensation resulting in the production of a wide range of water droplets and ice crystals in an atmosphere that is unstable and supports deep, rapid upward motion, …make our brains all stormy. Here for you to think on is some of what we discussed regarding the WORD:
The decision to rescue: What pushes a person over the edge (if not love) to decide that a rescue is worth the work, pain and trouble? What makes you decide to step into battle if not love? Does the worth need to have weight on both sides? And outside of love, does rescue become completely self serving - a matter of pride? Does the desire to do good purely for the sake of others exist? Is there such a thing as purity of heart and intention? Does it matter?…
The celebrity of rescue: How often do people who need to be rescued put themselves in that position purely for attention? The celebrity who ends up on The Smoking Gun, families who turn to Nanny 911 to discipline their children, the terrifying Wife Swap, Dr. Phil, Jerry Springer, etc. Does being on TV make people feel that their problems are legitimate in the same way that we lend legitimacy to those in front of the camera? Does it rescue them from the loneliness of facing things on their own, from insignificance? It is similar to the irresistible urge to tell a secret: “You can’t help me, but at least the burden doesn’t lie with me alone now that I’ve saddled you with it. (You’re welcome.)”
Rescuing from a distance: I’ll send my money to Sally Struthers but that is where my charity and interest end. A rescue to alleviate guilt. The, “just be happy with what I’m giving you” or, “I gave at the office” attitude. Don’t get uppity, etc.
Compulsive rescuers: People who are always on the look out for someone/something to save - cat collectors, women who serially date men as projects, picking out the most pathetic person at the bar to spend your evening with.
**Please note that due to crazy fireworks, cobbler eating and flag waving, we will be storming on Thursday, July 6th at Mannahatta. Details, as always, are on the sidebar.
Speaking of the sidebar, we are trying to keep up with you all, but there may be sites out there in the world wide internets that we don’t know about. Got one? Want us to plug it? (Or splug it?) Give us a shout!
With condensation dripping from our noses and love in our hearts,
SP3