A Serious Man

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Saw A Serious Man tonight.  Coen brothers.  Might not have quite the resonance if you are either A) not a minnesotan or B) not a Jew, but if you are both or if your wife is Jewish and many of your friends are, too, and you live in Minnesota, this is a must see movie.

So many in-jokes.  “Ron Meshbesher?  Is he expensive?”  “Well, he’s not cheap.”  A past conductor of the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra, Hugh Wolf’s son, Aaron, plays a major role as a stoner Bar Mitzvah boy and a neighborhood in Bloomington became the perfect 1967 setting for poor schlub Larry Gropnik’s modest 60’s home.

A black comedy, this movie moves with great pacing through a short period in Larry’s life where he’s up for tenure, his wife declares her affection for another man, his son listens to the Jefferson Airplane in Hebrew School, his brother hangs around like an unresolved note, his neighbor is a bigot who comes home in one scene with a dead buck lashed to the top of his station wagon and two rabbi’s give him hilariously bad advice.

If you haven’t seen it, it’s worth it.

 

 

Go or Stay?

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“Each of us must confront our own fears, must come face to face with them. How we handle our fears will determine where we go with the rest of our lives. To experience adventure or to be limited by the fear of it.”   Judy Blume, Tiger Eyes

I have a friend, he knows who he is, who loves to pack up and go.  Stay a good while.  Then come back.  He has tales to tell, too.  That time in the Caribbean when he thought he was going to die in a bad storm.  Selling art in the Greek Islands to make money.  Learning Fiji and Hindi while in the Peace Corps.  Tai Chi while living in Shanghai.  Creating an exhibit on safe sex for Thai kids.  Tango in Buenos Aires.  Gunplay in Mexico.

I don’t know about fear, but he sure loves change.  “Change is good,” he said, “I look forward to it.”

Since he began the pick up and go live in a foreign city idea a few years back, I’ve often compared my life choices to his.  It goes like this.  Am I too timid?  Stuck in one place?

I try to answer this question honestly because the answer matters to me.  Travel is part of my soul, too, and I love foreign travel most of all.  His choices seem to maximize the experience of being in another culture, being there long enough to sink into the culture, be part of it.  At least for a while, not just as wanderer from one place to another.

My answer to these questions goes like this.  I moved so much after I left home at 17.  Off to college, to a different college, back home for a quarter, then out for good.   Continue reading Go or Stay?