Ira's Interdimensional Push On Getting Swallowed by a Logistic #7

In my distress I called to the Lord, These last 14 days I’ve come face to face with my archenemy - logistics. You may think I actually enjoy them because of how often I use the word (or especially the adverb - my favorite!!!), but in fact they bore me so terribly to the point where I begin to question the vivacity and meaning of life itself. Nevertheless, there are certain critical logistics when starting a new job, getting married, hosting for two weeks, and having a kiddo, to name just a few examples, which are well worth the drudgery and monotony of the planning itself. With that, here’s how I gagged on logistics left, right, and center these last two weeks: 1. Hatchet-jobbing the wedding invites: A few people immediately and perhaps even instinctively noted that the way they were invited to my wedding was not on gold card-stock with big ass lettering and elegant fonts. While it was nice to receive many of these over the last few years it seems like the lowest of low priorities for a budget wedding that’s getting planned in about seven weeks. Even without details like this and booking a band, securing a venue, getting catering staff, etc. it’s a pile of coordination to get even 35 people in the same room, half of them coming from an ocean away no less. For the moment it feels more than enough to celebrate this way and quite close to who Talja and I are as a couple, but if the never-ending planning and preparations don’t get you the nonstop comms and re-comms will. 2. Hatchet-jobbing the job: In addition to rolling the wedding out with an mvp, I’m not doing something dissimilar at work. While I spend hours a day of both time waking and dreaming to come up with the most relevant lessons I can and show them in the most engaging way possible, I also find myself bottomed out in terms of motivation to do much more than this. Meetings, Slack messages, grading, and more is going by the wayside in realtime; even though I recognize the value and interconnectedness of this all - it’s both logistical and downstream of an employer that is severely underpaying which is demotivating, the likes of which I haven’t danced with in a while. 3. Hatchet-jobbing the friends comms: I pride myself on keeping regular touch with people, no matter what my global positioning coordinates may be. I even have a dashboard that reminds me who I need to be in touch with (Sam and Leah - you two are next!!!). Even so it’s tough to give everyone the proper attention they deserve, especially when I can’t go to parties like i used to to see all you people at once. While it’s something that I value very much and always try to give people as much notice as I want to receive, I’m starting to cold-call people to make it all happen which seems like an inevitable outcome when too sizable a portion of the week got gobbled up my logisticons. Hat tips all around to Luke and Hannah who made it over to this side of the pond and this side of the pond in style. It was grand to eat authentically and dive to what’s left of the core of foreskin logistics. Happy new year and an easy fast to all who observed, it was anticlimactic for me, but something nonetheless, to watch the Romemu livestream this year from my desk while I worked. I find when the rubber meets the road or the whatever hits the fan, it’s the logistics, like getting [photos](https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1mIE-cC3QIyHjtnXlNoLxzg2yBJ4QDZRo?usp=sharing) for this update, that I let go of first in favor of the curiosity, connection, love, and joy that abounds beyond. Logistically, Ira