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Weekly Post-Ed #67

by Robert Hyma March 27, 2024
written by Robert Hyma

IN THE THICK OF IT

This will be a short and sweet Weekly Post-Ed. I’m in the middle of writing the final portion of my thesis and the deadline is next week Wednesday (!!). I’ll have much to comment on this thesis after the deadline passes, but one lesson has been painfully learned from embarking on this final project: In doing difficult things, all the parts about oneself that have remained easily hidden or ignored comes into the light.

And it ain’t pretty.

There’s a laundry list of characteristics for what I mean by this, but my God—I overestimated the effectiveness of all the organizational skills and personal talent that makes up for much of my work ethic. Grinding through this thesis has been an uncomfortable confrontation with many of my creative shortcomings. It’s been a cathartic and fulfilling experience–don’t get my wrong–but the ouch of this realization hasn’t worn off yet. I’ll be in the middle of it until the deadline next week, but one thing is clear going forward: My creative process could use a tune up.

I’ll be more specific in the coming weeks about my experiences. It’s an uplifting kind of thing, not to worry. Until then, send help in the guise of your comments–they help a lot.

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ROBERT HYMA CASSEROLE

It’s not very often that a Weekly Post-Ed falls on one’s birthday, which is what today is.

Happy 35th birthday to me

*Holds for stadium applause*

Every year, it seems, I reflect on my life and what it feels like to be yet another year older. There isn’t a significant difference year to year, but sometimes reflecting on age comes up in unexpected places. In class a few weeks ago, the topic of my age came up and I told the truth. I’ve found that if the topic of my age comes up in college, I’m naturally asked as a followup, “What does it feel like to be in your 30s?”

It’s a silly question once you get into your 30s. What does it feel like? Being one’s thirties.

It’s like asking a tree, “What is it like to be a tree?”

And the tree responds, “Like tree. It feels like tree.”

Once you get there, you know. But it’s also disappointing to get older. There’s often no identifiable ribbon of achievement other than the dirge of wrinkles and slightly less elastic skin. Being in one’s thirties feels the same as one’s twenties–only, the number is printed higher than one feels. I feel just as mentally competent and sharp as I did in my twenties, with a sense of identity that hasn’t shifted all that much. The only difference has been a slew of new life experiences to add to the catalogue of what it means to be Robert Hyma.

I suppose that’s the difference: Experiences.

Really, age isn’t something trackable other than a number. What often changes is experiences, which is something added to the dish being prepared.

The best I can describe it, experience feels like something. I, Robert Hyma, don’t feel any different than I did a decade ago (as I’ve said), but there is a difference–one that I can feel. It’s like eating your favorite dish but someone added extra salt to it. Depending how you felt about the dish, maybe the extra salt helps. Or, maybe it makes the dish too bitter now. But there’s nothing to be done about it now: Someone added the salt (experiences) and that’s what the dish tastes like now.

Optimistically, it’s an amount of salt that doesn’t make or break the dish. It’s extra and can be ignored if you like, but you know it’s there if one is really straining to taste the extra pinch of salt.

Experience, then, is just an added neutral ingredient to age. I’m still me at 35—a dish called Robert Hyma Casserole (for better or worse)—but I’m also a bit of something else I can’t quite describe, lest I ask the cook what else was put into the main course this time around.

And on this particular iteration of Robert Hyma Casserole (my birthday, I mean, if I’m being too abstract), I’d rather not know if what I’m tasting is an extra pinch of salt. Right now, I like the dish.

It tastes just right. I wouldn’t change a thing.

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ANY BIRTHDAY WISHES?

The most “old person” behavior in my adult life (that’s convenient enough for me to list, of course) is that I complain about my birthday like a crotchety geriatric that says, “I don’t want anything for my birthday!”

It’s true: I’ve reached a sum total of life pleasantries that I don’t need pine for anything more (outside of snap-decision items I purchase on a whim like fresh socks or elastic shoe strings–I’m not a monster, after all). And I realize my privilege by being in this position: There are many who don’t have the luxury of shrugging when family and friends ask what they can do for your birthday. Outside of some birthday gathering (in which I still assume the role of crotchety geriatric:
How long is party supposed to last?!”), I truly want nothing.

A birthday with nothing isn’t grounds for a pity party–it’s a celebration of just being. For once.

Which is what I really want for my birthday this year.

“To feel like tree,” a tree might say.

That’s what I want for me. And for you.

“Tree” as much as you need to “tree” today.

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  1. “Open Up Wide” by Dizzy
  2. “Best Interests” by carmanah
  3. “She’s Too Cool for You” by Audio Book Club

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Wishing everyone as well as you can be. You’re not alone out there,

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Weekly Post-Ed #42

by Robert Hyma August 24, 2022
written by Robert Hyma

42

How could you not write about the Ultimate Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything in Weekly Post-Ed #42? 

            Perhaps some context:

            Long ago on the distant planet of Magrathea, the greatest computer ever built, Default, was tasked to find an answer to the ultimate question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. For millions of years Default calculated all that it knew about existence and millions of years later, it was finally ready to reveal the answer.

            “42,” said Default.

            It’s a wonderful piece of comedy that comes from Douglas Adam’s The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Over the weekend, I rewatched the 2005 movie adaptation starring Martin Freeman, Zoey Deschanel, Mos Def, and Sam Rockwell. From the opening musical number about dolphins leaving the planet earth from impending doom (the musical theater ballad, “So Long and Thanks for All the Fish”), I reverted back to being 14 again and why the movie meant so much.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy DVD Box Art, 2005

            Up until that first viewing, I had known about the comedy of Monty Python, Mel Brooks, the Marx Brothers and so many others, but The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy opened up the entire cosmos of what could be funny. Whereas a Mel Brooks film delved into the world of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (Young Frankenstein), or a saga of the wild west (Blazing Saddles), the jokes were related to the story’s characters, never central to moving the plot forward itself. Hitchhiker’s not only had outlandish comedy, but it was the reason the story existed at all.

  • Planet earth being demolished to make room for a hyperspace expressway? Yes, that’s the incident that begins the story!
  • A paperwork-obsessed, bureaucratic race of aliens with the stinginess of an elitist British Parliament? Why yes, they’re the villains of the movie!

            Anything was possible in the vast universe of Douglas Adam’s The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (which I soon discovered were also a series of novels). You could poke fun of a religion’s odd celebrations and rituals, answer philosophical questions in meaningful but obtuse ways (the answer of 42 for example), and show that planets are really manufactured like any other product bought at a department store. All of this was possible to cram into a single narrative.

            “You can write things like this?” I thought, and suddenly I felt like I had been given the freedom to make whatever I wanted.

            After watching the film again, I also recalled that it was the major reason why I wanted to write fiction in the first place. Suddenly, it made sense to write big ideas into a concise, comedic packaging. There was a wider universe out there and I couldn’t wait to write all about it. 

            And I would go on to keep writing forever after.

            (Psst: more on those stories in the future!)

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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

            I find that as I grow older, I watch my favorite movies from a different perspective. Nowhere in my personal experience has this been more the case than rewatching old Looney Tunes shorts. Packed inside those ten-minute episodes were layers of adult humor amidst the antics of Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck.

            Rewatching favorite movies and television shows after many years is like eating a favorite meal once in a while: you remember why it was so damn good to begin with.

            It must have been three or four years since I’ve seen 2005’s The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, which meant another round of life experiences acting as the lens through which I watched it. The biggest change over the course of the past few years has been my going on numerous dates, which I suspect has changed how I’ve viewed romance in movies. 

            Certainly, I have a much more prevalent sense of skepticism when it comes to the romantic “Love at First Sight” motif.

            The romantic spine of the 2005 adaptation of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (the books are much different) follows Arthur Dent (Martin Freeman) regretting his missed opportunity to capture the heart of Trillion McMillan (Zoey Deschanel). At a costume party, they meet awkwardly, but sweetly, and soon get to chatting. Then, Trillion says, “We should go to Madagascar.” Arthur is confused and thinks this means a new swanky club, but Trillion means the country off the coast of Africa. Arthur realizes she is serious and says he can’t just go to Madagascar. Trillion is let down when he offers somewhere local instead. Then along comes a man with flowing blonde locks, a faux Elvis Presley accent, and futuristic wardrobe.

            “Is this man boring you?” he says. “I’m from a different planet. Want to see my spaceship?”

            Trillion goes with spaceman, leaving Arthur behind, and that’s the extent of their meeting.

            Before, I never blinked an eye at this initial meeting. It works in the movie and I get it: Arthur likes her, she likes him, but along the way came a more interesting and adventurous man that swept Trillion away. 

            Cool, right?

            Not really.

            When thinking about the logistics of meeting someone at a party, I assume Arthur and Trillion knew one another for about two or three hours in total. This means that Arthur is convinced Trillion is someone significant over that short time. So much so, in fact, that he comes to think of her as “The One That Got Away”.

            I’m amazed at the confidence required to make Arthur think so. Either Arthur doesn’t get out and date very much (which is likely), or there was something wonderful about Trillion that quietly disposed of any other potential love interests he had. Since Trillion up and leaves him at a party for another man, I can’t imagine she showed him the affection he was looking for. So, what was the appeal at the party?

            I’m skeptical a man would be love-drunk over a woman like this who has experienced more dates. It’s unclear the amount of time that passes between this first meeting at the party and when the earth is destroyed for a hyperspace expressway (spoilers), but I think most would have moved on from the girl at the party after a certain length of time. As someone who has gone on many dates and has been ghosted for less interesting reasons, it’s amazing to think Arthur would remain hung up on this girl when she leaves with another man from the same party.

            This is why I’m concerned about Arthur’s mental state during this viewing of the movie–he’s willing to endure the thought of a girl running off with another man as karma for his not jumping on a plane immediately to travel with her to Madagascar.

            It’s a little sad, honestly.

            Later, Trillion and Arthur are reunited on a spaceship that improbably passed by the exact coordinates he was thrown off another ship into the vacuum of space. Aboard the ship, Arthur comes across the spaceman from the party, who turned out to be President of the Galaxy Zaphod Beeblebrox. Arthur’s first actions upon being on a spaceship after surviving the ether of outer space? He immediately inquires what became of Trillion after the party.

            If I’m Trillion, I’d be on my guard with this guy. Perhaps it’s the improbability of the two of them meeting on the same spaceship, but Trillion doesn’t blink when this guy immediately starts demanding “why didn’t you fall in love with me instead?” 

            Uh, what?

            The correct response for Trillion should have been: “Hey, we hung out for a while at that party, which was really great, but I CLEARLY left with someone else, remember? You were really nice, Arthur, but it’s not going to work out. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

            That’s it, problem solved!

            But that doesn’t happen. Instead, she hints that they shouldn’t talk about it in front of Zaphod Beeblebrox in order not to upset him.

            Not to be deterred, Arthur’s motive is to bring up their brief courtship whenever possible throughout the movie. He’s pleading his case that they were something special and should pick up where they left off.

            It’s downright creepy to assume that anything marginally approaching romance should exist between these two people. Couples who have sex have less incentive to think romance or a relationship is taking place! Why does Arthur’s reluctance to give up on Trillion mean that she’ll ever return his affections?

            I think the reason for their eventual romance is interwoven with the meaning of the film.

            Why Arthur loses out on Trillion at the party is because he refuses to give up his usual comforts and spontaneously travel with her across the world. He has a rational point—they’ve just met, he has a job to go to in the morning…it’s not realistic to do something so drastic. However, Trillion sees this as another sign of another disappointing man who isn’t adventurous and willing to see the wider world.

            What Trillion is asking of Arthur is if he’ll put in the effort for her. Yes, she wants the trip because she wants affirmation that the world has more to offer, but she’s also watching to see if he’s willing to fight for her.

            When Arthur joins Zaphod and Trillion aboard the ship to zip around the galaxy in search of the ultimate answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, Trillion gets into all the danger. It’s up to Arthur to save her. Zaphod, the mysterious spaceman from the party, does not. While Zaphod Beeblebrox won Trillion over with a willingness to travel the universe on a whim, he also didn’t think of her anything more than collected cargo. Zaphod was only interested in fame, recognition, and Trillion was always an afterthought.

            Even when Trillion was imprisoned on another planet by the Vogons, he doesn’t think to go rescue her (although, his brain is technically being run on lemons at that point in the movie, so maybe a little leniency in his case). Couple along the reveal that Zaphod was the one who signed the order to demolish the earth in the first place, and Trillion really grew to dislike him.

            This left Trillion to ponder why the aimlessness of her life on earth has followed her through the cosmos. By going somewhere else, be it Madagascar or the vastness of space, she was seeking greater meaning.

            What she discovered is that there wasn’t an answer to her life, the universe, and everything (even if it ended up being 42). Bereft in space, she was without a home planet, without anyone. 

            She was done looking outward for answers and instead looked around. It’s then that she realizes she just wants to be loved by someone who wants her.

            Trillion now sees Arthur’s journey. He has learned how to fight for what he wants. His life is about embracing adventure so that he can be present for someone else.

            Now there may be romance between the two of them. He sees her, and she sees him.

            And they can roll around with their towels.

            But there’s one question that still bothers me: why her? With only a few hours of talking at a party, why did Arthur maintain that he missed out on Trillion this entire time?

            In my limited experience with truly remarkable women (since romance is the angle I’m writing this from), I can say there’s no logical reason. Once you see someone great, you just know it. It’s a recognition of something within them, perhaps something you can’t quite explain. And once recognized, there’s no going back to the way things were.

            Ironically, this is how I felt upon first watching The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I couldn’t tell you why it meant so much to see this movie, but it did.

            I’ll just call it Love at First Sight.

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THAT MCTAVISH SAVE

            Usually, I’d stray away from posting a hockey highlight, but the final moments of Team Canada winning gold at the 2022 World Junior Hockey Championships was one of the greatest moments I’ve ever seen in hockey. I’ll include the highlights below but be sure to watch the goal-line save by Mason McTavish who literally kept his team alive in Overtime by an inch.

https://youtu.be/N1F_1IbJNxw

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  1. “Sweet (Single Edit)” by Jon Batiste, Pentatonix & Diane Warren
  2. “BDSM” by corook
  3. “Up” by Cardi B

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Wishing everyone as well as you can be. You’re not alone out there,

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