I dedicate this entry to MARK L. who leaned over to me at a dinner party inebriated but earnest and asked, nay begged me to write about him in a blog. “I try not to refer to anyone by name, Mark, because I don’t want my friends to think that every conversation that we have is blog fodder. I don’t want anyone to feel self-conscious.” But Mark insisted that I immortalize him online.
“You know if I write about you, Mark, I’m going to have to take the piss.” He just stared back at me blankly. Was he not paying attention? I could tell that he had not registered a word I said, and he had this goofy grin on his face. At first I attributed the silly stare to his being Canadian. (Oh, take off, you hoser!)
But his Canadian wife is incredibly sharp and has never looked as though her brain had been sucked out of her ears. She explained that her husband often looks that way and that he was one of those rare few individuals who could, in fact, think about nothing. “It’s that small peanut brain twirling around like one of those plastic ballerinas inside a little girl’s music box,” she explained. “I always imagine that circus tune playing (Entrance of the Gladiators-I Googled it) as the peanut just spins around in his head whenever he’s processing. He’s a simple man. Go ahead. Write something. I give you my blessing.”
My friends are a funny bunch. “Funny – ha ha or funny – peculiar?” Well, both frankly. I don’t think they’d be able to appreciate my sense of humour if they were not funny themselves or if they didn’t have a bit of the quirk about them. I’m not a good match for people who take themselves or the world too seriously. So, I appreciate my friends for putting up with me and understanding that behind my rude, inappropriate and juvenile comments, there’s a kind person who really does love all people, but loves a good laugh even more.
All of this to say that I know Mark’s eyes were wide open when he asked to be featured here in such a manner. Appreciate please the following snapshots of Mark which were taken on that very evening and which I choose to publish because he asked for it.
See Mark draw. Mark is an international lawyer who has lived all over the world and speaks about 32 languages (give or take). He is a veritable Odysseus of travel and adventure, and is more than willing to share his fantastic tales with friends. Well, I think they’re fantastic tales though I have yet to listen to a story from start to finish. In spite of legal training and talents, Mark has always been an illustrator at heart-one who illustrates with his heart. He allows himself to be vulnerable; exposing his soul on paper. See Mark’s soul:
Like many artists, Mark is also a spiritual man. When an artist captures an emotion that is profoundly beautiful, when an image reaches out of the canvas and touches our hearts, even those who have turned their backs on God must consider divine intervention. Mark’s artistry can only be explained by the presence of something greater than humankind. It would not surprise you, therefore, that Mark has been studying with the Hasids for the past 18 months. He’s has dedicated his life – or about 15 minutes a day – to explore the teachings of Jewish mysticism. Until he has completed a requisite number of hours of study and prayer, he’s only allowed hair extensions as payot. See Mark celebrate Jewish mysticism:
Some say that birds of a feather flock together. Mark and I don’t have much in common, it has to be said. I’m not very artistic, nor am I spiritual. Also, I am not Canadian. We do enjoy getting our drink on, however, and we both think his wife is a hottie. Is that foundation enough to secure our friendship forever? I don’t see why not. Sometimes, when the world seems a dreadful place filled with tragedy and sorrow, we could all benefit from letting off a little steam, getting silly with friends and discovering our inner peanuts. Cue Entrance of the Gladiators.
Let this be a warning to anyone else who wants their names in lights...or pixels...just for the sake of it. I write for my own entertainment – not yours.