Monday, March 30, 2009

A Year with David Brooks

Some of you know David Brooks and for those of you that don't, let me just tell you that he is very unique. He has lived a life that really does span the globe (except for Central/South America and most of Africa...he has decided he probably wouldn't like those places as much) and in 2006, I spent 10 or 11 months working with him in Europe. He called me out of the blue this morning so I thought I would write in his honor (he's not dead or anything...it just got me thinking about that strange year).

David loves good stories...especially those that are slightly unbelievable or impressive. Thankfully, the 10 Commandments don't say 'Thou Shalt Not Try to Make Others Envious' or David and those that spend time with him could be accused of violating that one. For instance, here's a quick list of the things we did during that year -

- Went to the Olympics in Torino, Italy
- Went skiing in the Alps
- Stayed in the Monastery of St. Bernard in Switzerland
- Went to Cannes, France for the Cannes Film Festival
- Went to the Monaco Grand Prix and drove part of the track at night between races
- Went to Germany for the World Cup
- Ran with the bulls in Pamplona, Spain
- Spent countless evenings biking along rivers in Tuscany
- blah blah blah







Part 2 -

The above list is the one I would pull out if I was trying to impress people with some of the 'things' I have gotten to do in the last few years and the thing I have realized more and more is that they just wouldn't care. There probably isn't a person alive that knows we did all those things (at least until I press 'Publish Post') and for me that is the funny thing about so many life experiences. For the people that are with you when things happen, the memories are great but pretending like others are going to care is a huge mistake. Everyone out there has remarkable experiences and somehow that makes everything look alike.

So basically I have already gotten tired of the whole 'telling stories' thing because I still don't think they are all that interesting. I may try to post some random pictures with some short anecdotes but the whole thing just feels way too selfish. Thankfully there aren't as many people checking the blog since our trip has ended...if you are still checking, thanks. Since the story thing isn't too exciting, I may just start writing about the economy.

- Jeremiah

6 comments:

rob c said...

Jeremiah,
I totally disagree. People love stories. Movies, books, magazines--all tell stories (and I'm not going to get into the All Marketers are Liars side of things). Stories are what people do to be entertained. If you get a bunch of guys together, they're going to tell stories. In fact, it could be argued that all we really have to define each of us is the stories that we tell. I, for one, really love stories, and will be pissed if you shortchange your audience, me included, by just posting pictures. Dude, you lived in Europe for almost a whole year. I'd give a kidney to do that. So tell your stories. I'm still reading.

Vikings... Mean Ones. said...

Agreed. Although... I actually did already know a lot of those stories (if not all of them), and they're still really good.

- Robby

Tammy Sizemore said...

Jer,
I wasn't going to comment, but then I read your mom's Fb post and decided to jump on the bandwagon. I completely agree with her and the other comments here. Story telling is so important and you have wonderful stories to tell. Stick with it! I'm loving reading them. I really enjoyed A Walk to Beautiful. "...with dirt floors. They wore the same clothes every single day. They ate the same food every single day. Their daily routine was the same every single day." ...I thought, I did that last year! ...but not really the same :) I'm going to look for the movie. Please keep it up, plenty of people are writing about the economy. ....I'm still reading too!

Margaret said...

Hey, I'm still following you even after the trip and I would enjoy your stories!

laura p said...

I think your stories are dumb. Just kidding.

Josh Hausen said...

That last comment was from me. I am the mean one, not Laura.