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How are you?

I’ve been thinking about our conversation — about how you think that Picasso wasn’t really a bad guy, he just had commitment issues, and I really have to disagree with your juxtaposition on the Tiger Woods matter — but you are entitled to your opinion. Is it at all possible that the Olympics have gone to your well frosted head? Too much up close and personal?  Or are you just intimidated by Z-Germans? Because although they are undeniably günter höhne, I suspect they might be all talk and no show. But that’s just me.

You know what else IS me? Closing one company and opening another in a span of three weeks… with a 2 year old sitting on my lap, while I design logos with one eye and bake dairy and egg free chocolate cupcakes with the other. Literally. And, as I look out the window I see glops of white starting to mix in with the monsoon. With one office half moved out and the other half moved in and décor resources beginning to haunt. Because Martha I am not, and I’m kinda happy about that. But what about you, Cupcake?

Enough about me. Let’s talk about you.

How was your trip to Egypt and your journey to the center of the earth? Was it anything like the movie? And what did you and The Queen talk about? Did you dazzle her with your experience as Gordon Sumner’s Sommelier… The Peace keeping battle where you carried Bono to the sidelines in what you panicked to be near death–only to realize that it was nothing but a drunken stupor? Or did you just go on and on about America’s Next Top Model like you usually do? You really should allow yourself to take credit for all that you have accomplished… I mean you are only 20 minutes old — and I know this is just touching on half of the story.

There was the time that Lloyd Dobler stood in the rain in anguish over his broken heart… gripping his pen? One can only assume. But, dear Cupcake, the point of my letter is getting lost in the fodder of “where are we now”? Because to come full circle would require more than a burning flag, James Joyce and the Easter Bunny. No. We need something much stronger and more organized… Something to inject life into the icing on top… Something with promise and compassion… Something for completion… with texture. Beyond all cause, and hold off the guard…before I start to make sense… Because, we need sprinkles.   

I have a few enemies. Yes – I know, hard to believe.. how could anyone Not like me? At any rate… they exist and although most of them lurk around in lands far far away.. there are a few close at hand. I’m not going to lie.. some of these monsters are of my own creation… but others–well they are just simply out for blood. For example, I had to do a double take the other day while driving through Southampton Village… There he was… the large beast of an enemy walking up Job’s Lane… chills… the top of my avoidance list. I had to go around the block again in stealth mode — only to catch him oozing his slime all over Main Street. He did not look good…. old, gray, mad, mean, unhappy and probably unhealthy… which brings me to the point of this little rant… hating people — is it really worth the effort?

Hating feels terrible. It eats away causing fear and bad behavior, even more meanness… It’s a huge heavy load of feelings… UGH… feelings. Hating requires energy and skill. Notice how clumsy people are usually not haters. Hating requires planning and mapping out intentions–all while peering through the eye on the back of your head.. Never sit with your back to the door. It’s all rather stressful and time consuming… you know, running that evil empire that was created by you in your own head. Can’t we just give Peace a Chance? To be hated… well that feels pretty much the same way, but there is a shame factor that I can’t seem to figure out.

When I think about this person, and the trials and tribulations that
occurred — thus causing enemy status on both sides… I still have anger. I’m not ready to forgive… I probably never will be, and to boot — he never will either… However, having given the goosebumps a few days to settle… I can report that after catching a glimpse, some of the dread has lifted — things are feeling a little bit lighter.