“Waiting for Superman” (2010) was a propaganda movie promoting charter schools. I call this blog “Waiting for Evidence,” because
When Grub ran into Danny Meyer at this year's MoMA Party in the Garden, we asked him, of course, about the state of his no-tipping policy and the difficulties faced by his fellow restaurateurs making the change.
It's because of our own expectations that we need Advent - not a time to wait for the gift we think we want, but a time to prepare to receive the gift we need, the gift of love and hope that comes with the baby savior, even if all he can do is just look back with a gassy smile.
What a beautiful film, what wondrous performances, what a perfect way to describe tragedy and its aftermath for the survivors, without dwelling in pathos or finding a simple way out of its inevitable ending. You know, just so everything can be tidy and easy, as a less talented filmmaker would have done.
Midlife seems to put us in situations that demand multitasking. Whether you're fixing dinner and need to make a late phone call or have to juggle the competing demands of a job that forces you to monitor emails and clients, you're pretty much forced to divide your mental bandwidth into portions.
Now, don't get me wrong, having things to look forward to and be excited about is great, but at the same time we are missing being fully present in this moment, right now. At the same time we also put off doing the things that we love because we figure that we have plenty of time.
The pain of not having a significant other over the holidays can feel like a deep purple bruise. The pain of a breakup can feel like a gaping wound you're trying to close with a Band-Aid.
Advent is about waiting, a concept that's becoming increasingly unpopular in our world of instant gratification and constant connectedness. We want what we want and we want it now. Advent reminds us that waiting can be a good thing, a time to prepare ourselves.
We wait for a holiday, a vacation, a break, a change. We sigh, we tap our foot, we moan about long lines, days of the week, seconds on the clock. We wait and we wait, and we don't realize that in the grand scheme of things, all of this slow waiting is hiding the fact that time is flying.