FriYah & My Art

For those who know, Fridays are a big deal.

There’s something extremely special about the day before the weekend. A time when making plans is the norm, exercising restraint in one’s spending flies out the window and a general lightness of being descends upon us, particularly after a long week. A Friday, unlike a Monday is never meant to be a precursor of a long week. (A long weekend maybe, if we’re lucky 🙂

And for some reason I always feel lucky on a Friday. Maybe because I survived the week from hell, or maybe it was an excruciating week filled with meetings and boring reports. For me, the lottery ticket and scratch offs seem like a way, to win big bucks. Maybe then we could flip the bird at the boss, quit our jobs or stop working forever. Imagine that! How lovely would that be? Yes, winning the lottery has replaced the American Dream. And something about Fridays helps us believe that we might really win a game that’s devised to make us losers and systematically takes our money.

But hey it’s Friday! A time for dreaming. Fridays are a time for wrapping things up, it’s hopefully the conclusion to a project, the final draft of a proposal or as in my case, a chance to write a blog after a prolonged absence.

Quick story… back when I was a writer’s writer, a tech writer, using references and reading everything I could get my hands on about innovative smart tech— that was making human-beings increasingly less-smart— I would network on the internet and chat with data scientists, engineers, tech savvy social influencers as they aimed to head off disasters, using the hashtag #DoMoreGood. Back then, Fridays were a big thing, a time to undo whatever Google and FaceBook were up to. After we exposed flaws and deviant tech, we’d wait for Monday.

But now my Fridays are art days. And they seem to never end, and I’m reminded of when my daughters were little, watching The Sheri Lewis Show on TV, singing with Lamp Chop 🎶 :

“This is the song that Doesn’t end. Yes, it goes on and on my friends. Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was and they’ll continue singing it forever just because, this is the song that doesn’t end, it just goes on and on my friends. Some people started singing it, not knowing what is was and they’ll continue singing it forever just because, this is the song that doesn’t end, it just goes on and on my friends…“

Ahhhh, art is like that. Inclusive, empathetic, compassionate and so beautiful. It just goes on and on my friends, which makes me SOL. I hope you’re hearing me and not still singing the Lamb Chop song 🙂

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