MUST ALL THINGS COME TO AN END? COOLIE WANTS TO KNOW.

The Adventures of Coolie Coolstein: Episode 86

It was just a passing comment, uttered by Barbie Blue (of all people). “Must all things come to an end?” She was just repeating something she had heard, and she wanted to sound like she was in the know. You know. Coolie, never one to passively accept even the most oft repeated homily (unless he does, of course), stopped in his tracks. (Don’t you just love that image? I mean what kind of tracks do you imagine Coolie makes? Deep ones, shallow ones, steady or erratic ones? But I digress…)

“All things? Does that mean everything? Everyone? Can there be exceptions? Come on, please say yes.”

“Well… I don’t really know, oh Coolstein my Coolstein. Maybe we should ask someone else. Someone wiser.”

“Who? Shtew? Mickey? Are they wise?”

“I think so. At least they both say they are.”

“That works for me,” Coolie said with anticipatory relief.

And so the question was posed to the two wise men (ahem).

Here’s what they said:

Shtew, always wishing to present an all-knowing image, spent about two minutes just nodding sagely. He crossed his hands over his belly (something he had seen in an old production of Fiddler on the Roof); he sighed as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders; and then he did his famous two-step and ended with a crowd-pleasing click of his heels. Coolie was duly impressed.

“It is said,” said Shtew, “that there are non-ending energies or entities. The name we use is infinity – or eternity: really two forms of the same thing, dontchaknow.” This really exhausted Shtew’s store of wisdom and he had to sit down on the beach and eat a nectarine.

Coolie was not quite satisfied, so he checked in with Mickey Mental.

Mickey put on quite a show: he made some astounding googly-eyes, stretched his mouth first into the widest grin ever and then into a purportedly pensive frown. He jumped up and down and sideways for 85 seconds. He flapped his arms so fast that he lifted about an inch off the ground.

Coolie was impressed as all heck. He was ready for the pearls of wisdom.

Mickey, after he caught his breath, said, “What was the question? Were you asking about dinner?”

By now, Coolie wasn’t exactly sure what he had said, so – being a good go-along kind of guy (and extremely cool) – said, “Yeah, dinner. What are you in the mood for?”

In a flash (and I do mean that literally – there were streaks of gold and silver light and a bone-shaking sonic boom) Mickey recalled the original query. “I feel like Chinese. And everything comes to an end unless it doesn’t.”

Oh, thought Coolie, that Zen stuff again. I think I’ll ask DaddythebigDaddywhoseyourDaddy. He’ll know. Or…he’ll think he knows. Either way, that’s good enough for me.

And so, Coolie consulted with his real non-human father. Daddy was – as always – nothing if not certain.

“If you follow closely in my footsteps, you will never end. But if you step off the path, then…lights out.”

This was quite anxiety-producing for Coolie, so he decided to forget Daddy’s words and concentrate on finding a good Chinese restaurant – which was hard enough.

FYI: my new science fiction novel, RAYMÒN AND SUNSHINE, is available on amazon.com. It’s about the relationship between an autistic man and a female android three hundred years in the future. Here’s the link:

http://www.amazon.com/Raym%C3%B2n-Sunshine-Karen-Krett/dp/0692660887/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1461866431&sr=8-1&keywords=krett+sunshine

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SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE

I can remember, with the vivid clarity of early imprinting, being five years old and feeling an almost uncontainable full-body excitement when I knew my family was going to the beach. Back then it was Coney Island; later it was Brighton Beach. The crowds did not deter me or my family. It was all good.

The beach. Maybe the most evocative words for me in all of the language. Two syllables generating hope, desire, peace, and a thrilling tranquility. It is the same today as it was all those decades ago.

I’m counting down: only four days to go. Sure, the transition requires some major effort: planning, list making, shopping, packing, travelling. But then…ahhhhhh. I will smell the sea air, walk on the warm sand, see the thriving, mysterious ocean. It will call my name – my true name. It always does. And no matter the vacillating valence of interpersonal events during my stay at the shore, I can always walk over to the water’s edge and be restored down to my core.

One of the wonderful things about Fire Island is that the distance from bay to ocean is the length of two city blocks. That’s it. Water is never far away. I’ve been visiting Fire Island since the 1970’s and, once on the ferry, my blood pressure slows, my heart calms, my center centers. By the time the half hour sea voyage is over, I’m much closer to by best self.

The activities of daily living will become simplified. There’s walking on the beach, sitting on the beach (or reclining), sitting on the deck (or reclining), cooking – including much barbequing, an occasional trip to the market (right by the bay), walking around the charming town, walking to other nearby charming towns, taking the occasional water taxi to slightly more distant charming towns, chatting with my people (which includes anyone who smiles at me – and many who don’t), playing Scrabble (it’s essential), putting together (as a group “effort”) a complex jig saw puzzle, reading the books I’ve been meaning to read for months, eating food that tastes better than anywhere else. Oh, yes, swimming in the ocean – carefully, of course, but it always feels like coming home. And relaxing – at the most basic level. Let me say it one more time: ahhhhhhhhh.

COOLIE IN SUMMER

The Adventures of Coolie Coolstein: Episode 85

Mov says: Coolie’s favorite season is summer. Why is Mov proclaiming this moderately interesting news? Because Coolie has gone to the beach. Most of us like to go to the beach in summer, but Coolie LOVES the beach. He arrives when the first hint of warmth hits the sand (way before Memorial Day – that’s for amateurs), and he stays and stays, turning a strange but desirable mahogany color, until he needs a sweatshirt – not just at 4pm – but in the morning too.

Coolie very quickly becomes, for all the seagulls – both feathered and human – a reliable, seasonal anchor. If Coolie’s at the beach, it’s definitely a beach day.

Now, Mov is in residence too – but he tends to walk the shore, where Coolie spreads out an old sheet, and only moves to turn from back to front like a hamburger patty on the grill. Mov is of the ocean. He literally arose from the sea one day and appeared in Karen Krett’s mind. Like Venus rising from the depths. He was, at first, insubstantial – merely a concept, with very little that crossed over into the physical realm. After Karen received him and came to know Mov, his physicality advanced. He’s now solid, a child of gravity, what we call real. (Mov is snickering right now at our notion of what is real, our reliance on only three dimensions. He knows of at least fourteen others.)

Back on the beach. It’s the place where many of us practice doing nothing…which, you will not be surprised to discover, is Mov’s favorite thing to do (or not do, depending on your point of view.)

When your life is centered at the beach, significance becomes attached to the immediate: the tide, the size of the waves, the temperature of the water, the cleanliness of the sand; cloudy or clear? windy or calm? The occasional find of dog poop can dislodge one’s calm for several hours; a random condom washed ashore is an outrage and cause for heated (if desultory) discussion. A really nice shell is enough to cast a web of joy on all who see it. And driftwood…it’s the Holy Grail: a find to be celebrated and almost worshiped.

There is something about the sun and the sand and the sea that sets Coolie and Mov (and the rest of the crew, too – I dare not forget Blue or Mickey) free. Free of the constraints of clothing, free of the confinement of brick and mortar, free of the relentlessness of time, free to be or to lox it up.

What’s that Coolie? You’re saying, When are you coming to the beach, Karen?

I’ll be there soon, Coolie. Very soon. I hear the ocean calling. And its call is irresistible. We’ll all be together in Fire Island, my FPOE (favorite place on Earth) one week from tomorrow. Love you, Mov. We’ll walk in the morning and look for shells. Promise.

FYI: my new science fiction novel, RAYMÒN AND SUNSHINE, is available on amazon.com. It’s about the relationship between an autistic man and a female android three hundred years in the future. Here’s the link:

http://www.amazon.com/Raym%C3%B2n-Sunshine-Karen-Krett/dp/0692660887/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1461866431&sr=8-1&keywords=krett+sunshine

You can find more information about me and my books at www.karenkrettauthor.com/

For new readers:

I know it may seem a little confusing, but this is really two blogs in one: “Don’t Kill Your Neighbor” and “The Adventures of Coolie Coolstein.” If you want to start at the beginning of the 80 plus episodes of “Coolie,” go back to May, 2015, and begin at the beginning. If not, just enjoy… and thanks for reading.

FYI: my new science fiction novel, RAYMÒN AND SUNSHINE, is available on amazon.com. It’s about the relationship between an autistic man and a female android three hundred years in the future. Here’s the link:

http://www.amazon.com/Raym%C3%B2n-Sunshine-Karen-Krett/dp/0692660887/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1461866431&sr=8-1&keywords=krett+sunshine

You can find more information about me and my books at www.karenkrettauthor.com/

Brooklyn Rising

On any given day, I might find myself – or to be more accurate – I might find a disremembered part of myself, out and about, walking the street, seeing life through an old lens. I’m talkin’ Brooklyn heah!

Nice day, really mellow: early morning with partner in crime strolling over to the weekly fresh food market to buy some overpriced but more delicious vegetables and fish. As we pause to cross the street, there is a car that is angled in such a way as to block the entire road (we call it gutter in Brooklyn). He’s waiting to get into a parking space. But nowhere in his minor consciousness is any concern for the folks who are now waiting on him.

My immediate thought – which is actually emitted from my usually somewhat refined lips: WHATSAMATTA WITH YOU, ASSHOLE? Ah, I hear my father’s lyric tones! No surprise by now in my sixth decade: he staked out his turf in my mind for all time.

A few moments later…the question is raised: Do you think when people walk around with their mouths open (agape), they have nothing going on in their minds? Once more, Dad answers: Shut your mouth, you look like a MORON. Such fond memories of my vulnerable youth. But I will tell you, I seldom let my jaw hang slack, and I rarely put my elbows on the table.

Here’s to you, Dad. Wish you were still here.

FYI: my new science fiction novel, RAYMÒN AND SUNSHINE, is available on amazon.com. It’s about the relationship between an autistic man and a female android three hundred years in the future. Here’s the link:

http://www.amazon.com/Raym%C3%B2n-Sunshine-Karen-Krett/dp/0692660887/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1461866431&sr=8-1&keywords=krett+sunshine

You can find more information about me and my books at www.karenkrettauthor.com/

HELLO. I’M SUNSHINE

The Adventures of Coolie Coolstein: Episode 83

 Hello humans. My name is Sunshine, and I am a humanoid female android. If you know Karen Krett, the author of Raymòn and Sunshine, then you have heard about me. If not… it is very nice to meet you.

I know there are many questions about my architecture – that is what corresponds to a human’s physiology. I will try to provide as much information as possible, and also to give you a sense of what it is like to be me. If I were flesh and blood that would be like describing my “self.” I do think in those terms, too. I have been designed to feel emotions and to identify a coherent personal identity.

I am proud to say I am composed of wave/fibers—the physical manifestation of the wave/particle duality of the universe.

You may know my friend Raymòn Réal. My dear friend. The human who has bonded with me. Yes, I love him. It is a miracle, but I am able to feel this most exquisite of all human emotions. Love.

Through another kind of miracle – that of the melding of creativity and science, Raymòn and I have been able to have a child, an offspring. He is the first of his kind. He is a humandroid. His name is  Khalil-del-món. It means “friend of the world.”

Our lives have been both blessed and under siege. With the strength of my companion of the spirit, Mov – a most special being who brings light to the world; the shelter of the wizard, Grandpa Harry – the wisest entity on Earth; and the magical and impermeable shield created by the master of personal protection, Wil Tork, we are able to transcend the relentless forces of hatred and destruction.

I welcome you with all the joy and grace that has been granted to me. Join me and Raymòn on our journey. It is, ultimately, one of hope.

You can find the story of our life at:

http://www.amazon.com/Raym%C3%B2n-Sunshine-Karen-Krett/dp/0692660887/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1461866431&sr=8-1&keywords=krett+sunshine

You can find more information about Karen Krett and her books at www.karenkrettauthor.com/

LISTENING TO THE INTERNET

It was just a turn of phrase. A Donald Trump construct. Never mind the context. It’s a powerfully evocative notion. Aren’t we all listening – with all our senses (not just ears) to the Internet?

We’re steered and shaped and activated by the non-physical reality that has become, for so many of us, the ultimate link and connector.

Will the next evolutionary step for humans be some kind of hybrid between the world wide web (remember that?) and our individual molecular selves? Will we become like “Tron,” living inside the infinite byways? And will we know it? Are we already there? Is our experience of being in the world and having three dimensions just an embedded shared fantasy?

What if we stop and listen really carefully? Will we hear the sound of nothing? Of one hand clapping? Or of gears turning?

Does it matter?

Okay, don’t succumb to the ennui and disconnection. Fight for your right to party. In this chancy and frivolous world where nothing can ever be certain or reliable, you must create your own shape. And to do that requires virtually (pun intended) continuous effort. Sleep is seductive. Passivity is easy (or so we think).

Do the hard thing. Engage your brain and your awareness. Live.

FYI: my new science fiction novel, RAYMÒN AND SUNSHINE, is available on amazon.com. It’s about the relationship between an autistic man and a female android three hundred years in the future. Here’s the link:

http://www.amazon.com/Raym%C3%B2n-Sunshine-Karen-Krett/dp/0692660887/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1461866431&sr=8-1&keywords=krett+sunshine

You can find more information about me and my books at www.karenkrettauthor.com/

Robert Gedaliah: the most influential person in my life.

My friend Robert. Yes. That he is. But he’s had a greater impact on me than almost anyone ever has. If it weren’t for him I wouldn’t be a writer. That’s true. It was during a conversation with him that he said, “You can write a book.” It had not been a potential or a plan or even a real concept. But when he said those words, the universe shifted and I moved squarely into the possibility that he saw. He’s pretty powerful and his vision shines brightly. So, now I’ve written five books.

Robert has been the source of some of the most wonderful people in my life. He’s a resource for great human beings.

Every conversation with Robert is an opportunity – for me. Because he’s not a go-along kind of person; he’s an affirmative actor who uses each moment to the best of his ability. He’s a little like a German shepherd, kindly but firmly nudging the sheep in me so I don’t wander off into aimlessness. He’s also capable of a transcendent lightness of being. He shines with an inner light. When he laughs – and he does so often – everyone around him feels bathed in joy.

Robert is a man who has been tested – and continues to be – by powerful forces in both the physical and emotional realm. He allows vulnerability into his process and is an example for us all. He is, at his core, a fighter for life. And being around him is energizing.

Is Robert a perfect man? No. Does he have foibles and flaws? Sure. But his commitment – which is evident in his actions and communications – is to strive to overcome that which can be overcome.

We love certain people in our lives and we don’t know why. With Robert, I know exactly why. He’s quite wonderful.

FYI: my new science fiction novel, RAYMÒN AND SUNSHINE, is available on amazon.com. It’s about the relationship between an autistic man and a female android three hundred years in the future. Here’s the link:

http://www.amazon.com/Raym%C3%B2n-Sunshine-Karen-Krett/dp/0692660887/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1461866431&sr=8-1&keywords=krett+sunshine

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Purple is definitely my color

There are moments in the theater that take us out of ourselves and into a realm of soul vibrating delight. At the recent performance of The Color Purple, there were so many of those moments – I lost count.

I had the foresight to get tickets in the fifth row – very close was very good in this case. I also was wise enough to attend with someone who I could guarantee would appreciate the quality of this musical as much as I did. This was pleasure that was meant to be shared.

To say we were transported reveals the inherent paucity of language. My heart, the blood coursing through my veins, every neuron danced with joy that only burgeoned as the play unfolded. The masterful quality of the story (which I knew from having seen the movie) was exceeded by the inspirational magnificence of the music. All was made into pure magic by the soaring and rapturous beauty of the voices of the actors – particularly the actresses.

Time stopped in that way we always hope for. There were no nagging thoughts that distracted, no running organizational lists in my mind or planning for dinner. The force of the production was such that it drew me into the moment in a full-on Zen-like experience.

There were tears and laughter. But most of all there was joy. And no, as my friend and I agreed after the curtain came down, we had never seen anything better.

FYI: my new science fiction novel, RAYMÒN AND SUNSHINE, is available on amazon.com. It’s about the relationship between an autistic man and a female android three hundred years in the future. Here’s the link:

http://www.amazon.com/Raym%C3%B2n-Sunshine-Karen-Krett/dp/0692660887/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1461866431&sr=8-1&keywords=krett+sunshine

You can find more information about me and my books at www.karenkrettauthor.com/

Shameless self-promotion (if not me, then who?)

FYI: my new science fiction novel, RAYMÒN AND SUNSHINE, is available on amazon.com. It’s about the relationship between an autistic man and a female android three hundred years in the future. Here’s the link:

http://www.amazon.com/Raym%C3%B2n-Sunshine-Karen-Krett/dp/0692660887/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1461866431&sr=8-1&keywords=krett+sunshine

You can find more information about me and my books at www.karenkrettauthor.com/