Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Believe it or not, Colin won tickets to the Mountain Jam festival this weekend!

Let me share my little bit of joy...

My partner, Colin turned 40 this month. He's been really bummed about it, being not where he wants to be in his career, and seeing growth in the belly and not so much on the top of the head, etc.

Colin loves a singer named Micheal Franti. This guy is a real activist with singing - he went to Iraq and all over the Middle East with his guitar, just singing peace and love, you know.

We saw Micheal was playing at the Jazz festival in New Orleans, a city that's very special to Colin. (he grew up in Pensacola, three hours away, and kicked back many a good cocktail there.) We bought plane tickets and made hotel reservations, hoping for a nice balm to colin's small mid-life, uh, downward correction.

Then the economy totally tanked. Colin has worked a total of maybe 7 days in 2009. His work went bye-bye with Citibank. With my illness, we have about 3/4 of one job between us.

We cancelled New Orleans, ate $150 each per ticket (which cost only $220 in the first place), and sat at home and made rice noodles instead of paying for a hotel.

Knowing Micheal travels, we checked out his touring schedule and saw that he's playing -not once, but twice!- at the Mountain jam Festival in Hunter Mountain, NY this weekend. We figured a trip to someplace drivable would be cheaper. And we could camp. We made a reservation for the campsite - and paid for it.

Still, as the festival approached we looked askance at the $89 one-day tickets. Should we cancel yet another musical adventure? Where is mortgage and rent going to come from June 1?

Then Colin twisted his ankle - badly - in his first "sports photography-related" injury (he was taking pics of an old-fashioned baseball game and tripped. Go figure.) Did we really want to drive up there, camp and have him hobble all over, to the cost of over 100 bucks each?

Then one day last week we were listening to the radio in the car - we always listen as far as we can on the way upstate, because we don't get much radio at our house - WDST out of woodstock would be giving away tickets all weekend!

So we made our calling plan. Saturday we couldn't be near a radio or wi-fi. But Sunday we called several times, only to get busy signals. We mastered the repetitive dialing technique on our cell phones - which also barely work up there - to dial at least once every 10 seconds - that's one call every 5 seconds between the two of us. We just had to get through.

On Monday we realized because we were listening to the radio on line, there was a delay, but we didn't know how long. So when we felt they were about to offer tickets, we started calling.

I got ring tone instead of a dial tone! Excitement! Then I heard the contest announced - the 8th caller would get free tix! Finally some guy came on the line and said, "you're number 2, keep trying!" Was it the DJ? I jumped up and down like a maniac. "Call! call!" I demanded of Colin, who of course already was.

We both continued pressing "end" and "send" on our phones as fast as we could. We dialed and dialed. It was like junior high, all over again. Except i think neither of us really had the guts to talk to a DJ in Jr. High. We both got busy signals. I began to suspect the whole contest was a sham.

Then i heard Colin saying, in matter-of-fact tones, "why, no, I haven't won anything from WDST in the past 30 days."

Did he win? did he? Then I see him hustling, as fast as his limpy leg will carry him, out the front door and onto the very edge of the deck. He's lost his Stage Manager Voice, as I call it. "Wait! Sorry, hold on, I'm up in Fleischmanns, I have bad reception!"

Oh, noooo! Was he caller #8, only to be doomed by the fact that the Verizon tower is behind the hill and in Spring the leaves are sooo beautiful, but their blooming hinders the already wimpy signal?

But the call stayed true. And Colin did a victory hop on the deck, screaming, "I've been trying to do this for at least 20 years! I won! I won! I won!"

And thus, my friends, your energy, spun with fate and a little determination on our part, has brought our household...not a good landlord, not the perfect job, not a miracle cure to my illness...but maybe the thing in the world which would actually cheer us most. FREE tickets to the Hunter Mountain Jam at Hunter Mountain this weekend.

And good things come in threes. Then we came home, and there was a new tree planted in front of our building in Brooklyn. A Japanese something-or-other. (Colin had called 311 and requested one months ago through the "Million trees NYC" Program, like, ages ago...) Really? A tree? In front of our slum building?

And ...we brought a bike home from upstate, (a donation from my dad, who happens to be about Colin's size,) and locked it up with a good, sturdy lock and hope to get it tuned up at Bespoke Bicycles in Ft. green within the week.

Thank you all for reading in. Sunday I'll be in my tie-dye stringy dress with a happy Colin and yodeling Micheal Franti. Should keep me from getting too caught up in being poor and old.

Bless!

Niki

Monday, October 6, 2008

Aspen or Bust

I'm still tinkering with it, but here's what I've been doing instead of updating my blog - a little picture diary of our trip to Colorado. A bit o' mountain scenery to roll us into fall:

http://web.me.com/nikifun

Peace,

Niki

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

The Boogey Man

I've been traveling a lot lately, and inevitably one of the first questions people ask when first meeting me, or friends ask when they haven’t seen me in a while is, “so are you performing in anything?”

I’m always a little embarrassed. Well, not really. Not right now. I’m on a break, I say, And everyone nods as though they understand. Truly, most artists do. But while how I explain it for mass consumption is one thing, how I explain it to myself is another. Is “taking a break” tantamount to failure? If I’m not actively pursuing work in my craft, why am I even in New york?

First of all, lots of actors take "breaks" throughout their careers. Sanity breaks, financial health breaks, breather from the “biz” burnout breaks, physical health breaks. I'm currently on all four kinds.

But also, I'm looking at it this way: I have come to NY and opened a door. If that door had remained shut, I always , always would have wondered what was behind it. It was like the door the kids at church told me the Boogey Man lived behind in the basement. But I opened it, I walked around inside the New York theater scene, and now it should never close. It's like going to college - no one can ever take an education away from you.

I can return whenever and if ever I choose. Maybe I won't. Or maybe I do some things here and there. Or maybe I even want a full time career in 20 years. Whatever it is, I now have fleshed out my resume with NY and regional credits, and I've gotten my equity card, so auditioning in the future should not be the huge hassle it was when I first made my move, and in general, I just know my way around the room.

For many actors, during a “break,” maybe that room becomes the one in the house you never use. Maybe it becomes the rec room ("I perform just for fun and exercise"), or the storage room ("ah, I remember it well..."), the guest room ("I sing just for friends' weddings"). In many cases it becomes the kids' room ("my children fill up that need for creativity I once had for the arts..."). In any case, at least it's not a vacuous cavern in your house you were afraid to enter because, well, the Bogey Man lived in there.

I did, I thought the Boogy Man lived in New York. And I was right, the boogy man DOES live in New York! New York is big, smelly, dirty, loud, smelly, dusty and intensely competitive, just like they told me. But also warm, and colorful, smart, discerning, freakish and creative and pulsing and human. Oh, so human. I can't think of a more human place to live. And that's what the Boogey Man is; fear of our own humanity.

So let’s talk about you.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Play that funky music white boy..

Colin's recent article about a Green event has been picked up with some funny tag lines... http://www.independentpoliticalreport.com/2008/08/white-boy-goes-hip-hop-with-rosa/

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Are conservatives more likely to forward false emails?

I'm going to start keeping a tally of all the things I get forwarded to me which are based on, or contain, absolutely false information.

For instance, the essay below was not written by Jay Leno. It's going around the internet as penned by him, (or by David Letterman, depending on which version you get) in order to make us like it better, having been written by a well liked and well known comedian.

It doesn't need the "teaser" line ("Jay Leno wrote this; it's the Jay Leno we don't often see....") - which is pure hogwash - because it's a good essay, and it makes a good point. But the premise is false. Untruth. Wrong. Misleading. Factually inaccurate. Lies.

Nowadays, pretty much anybody in the U.S. can go to snopes.com or any number of internet sources to double check on stories they get on the internet. But what I'm really interested in is the sociological question - why a certain swath of the population is willing to forward on emails without checking them for facts?

I only get these from my Dad, his girlfriend, my mom, my aunt, and a couple of friends. What do all these people in my life have in common? All conservative.

I'd be loathe to make the connection, (I like to think of myself as a political "independent,") except that several of my friends have pointed out the same pattern in their own families.

Maybe it's a generational thing. Older people are more likely to be conservative. And perhaps older people are, by nature, less - jaded - than those of us who have grown up learning about politics from the controversy of Vietnam and lies and intrigues of Nixon. They believe things. While we believe in - nothing.

Are people who are politically or religiously conservative, by nature, naive? Do they believe anything they see in writing?

I can't believe that of my dad, the ever-present cynic, always rattling around in my own head. Are they lazy? Don't see that quality in anyone on my "conservative" list. Unintelligent? Undiscerning? Conniving? Nada, nada, nada. They're all smart, informed, driven, well intentioned people.

So why don't they check out their information?

I'm puzzled. I get forwards from my more liberal friends and relatives all the time, and while they can certainly be biased, they never make fear-mongering, false blanket statements like this: (in gigantic lettering) "Windfall Tax on Retirement Income! Hold on to your pocketbooks!! Nancy Pelosi wants a Windfall Tax on Retirement Income. This woman is a nut case! You aren't going to believe this!"

(Incidentally my more liberal friends also seem more familiar with the use of the "bcc:" button, which prevents every single person you send the email to from receiving a full list of everyone-you've-sent-it-to's email address. We who use the bcc: tend to get annoyed with those who don't because all it takes is for one person 100 "forwards" later to get your address, and suddenly your inbox is inundated with SPAM for months.)

Spreading gossip and lies is something we all grew up aiming to avoid, and if that's all that was wrong here I guess I could put a lid on it. What worries me is the larger implications of how people make decisions. People act and speak - and vote- based on the false information they get - by word of mouth, on TV, in magazines, and yes, by email.

There's a human tendency to believe something even more when we see it in writing than when we hear about it some other way. "It is written" is written on the backs of our brains for all eternity as something tantamount to fact.

I spend a good deal of my political focus teetering on a wire between two of the best current-events informed people I know - my conservative father and my liberal boyfriend. One day I started looking at their sources - websites, magazines newspapers - and was shocked to see that not only were their sources biased, they were often getting fed, by their sources, absolutely conflicting FACTUAL information. Numbers, quotes, details of incidents which shape the history of the future. Factually different.

I assigned them both a week of looking at one another's sources. Neither of them took me up on it.

We keep getting these emails. And sending them. And watching the TV news, and listening to the radio talk shows and reading the magazines which say things we agree with.

What's going on? ???


Enjoy this essay - mostly by author Craig R. Smith - below.




As most of you know I am not a President Bush fan, nor have I ever been, but this is not about Bush, it is about us, as Americans, and it seems to hit the mark.
The other day I was reading Newsweek magazine and came across some Poll data I found rather hard to believe. It must be true given the source, right?
The Newsweek poll alleges that 67 percent of Americans are unhappy with the direction the country is headed and 69 percent of the country is unhappy with the performance of the President.
In essence 2/3 of the citizenry just ain't happy and want a change. So being the knuckle dragger I am, I started thinking, 'What are we so unhappy about?''

A.. Is it that we have electricity and running water 24 hours a day, 7 Days a week?

B.. Is our unhappiness the result of having air conditioning in the summer and heating in the winter?

C.. Could it be that 95.4 percent of these unhappy folks have a job?

D. Maybe it is the ability to walk into a grocery store at any time and see more food in moments than Darfurhas seen in the last year?

E.. Maybe it is the ability to drive our cars and trucks from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean without having to present identification papers as we move through each state?

F.. Or possibly the hundreds of clean and safe motels we would find along the way that can provide temporary shelter?

G.. I guess having thousands of restaurants with varying cuisine from around the world is just not good enough either.

H. Or could it be that when we wreck our car, emergency workers show up and provide services to help all and even send a helicopter to take you to the hospital.

I.. Perhaps you are one of the 70 percent of Americans who own a home.

J.. You may be upset with knowing that in the unfortunate case of a fire, a group of trained firefighters will appear in moments and use top notch equipment to extinguish the flames, thus saving you, your family, and your belongings.

K.. Or if, while at home watching one of your many flat screen TVs, a burglar or prowler intrudes, an officer equipped with a gun and a bullet-proof vest will come to defend you and your family against attack or loss.

L.. This all in the backdrop of a neighborhood free of bombs or militias raping and pillaging the residents. Neighborhoods where 90% of teenagers own cell phones and computers.

M.. How about the complete religious, social and political freedoms we enjoy that are the envy of everyone in the world?

Maybe that is what has 67% of you folks unhappy.
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Fact is, we are the largest group of ungrateful, spoiled brats the world has ever seen. No wonder the world loves the U.S. , yet has a great disdain for its citizens. They see us for what we are. The most blessed people in the world who do nothing but complain about what we don't have, and what we hate about the country instead of thanking the good Lord we live here.

I know, I know What about the president who took us into war and has no plan to get us out? The president who has a measly 31 percent approval rating? Is this the same president who guided the nation in the dark days after 9/11? The president that cut taxes to bring an economy out of recession?
Could this be the same guy who has been called every name in the book for succeeding in keeping all the spoiled ungrateful brats safe from terrorist attacks? The commander in chief of an all-volunteer army that is out there defendi ng you and me?

Did you hear how bad the President is on the news or talk show? Did this news affect you so much, make you so unhappy you couldn't take a look around for yourself and see all the good things and be glad? Think about it......are you upset at the President because he actually caused you personal pain OR is it because the 'Media' told you he was failing to kiss your sorry ungrateful behind every day.
Make no mistake about it.

The troops in Iraq and Afghanistan have volunteered to serve, and in many cases may have died for your freedom. There is currently no draft in this country. They didn't have to go. They are able to refuse to go and end up with either a ''general'' discharge, an 'other than honorable'' discharge or, worst case scenario, a ''dishonorable'' discharge after a few=2 0days in the brig.

So why then the flat-out discontentment in the minds of 69 percent of Americans?

Say what you want but I blame it on the media. If it bleeds it leads and they specialize in bad news. Everybody will watch a car crash with blood and guts. How many will watch kids selling lemonade at the corner? The media knows this and media outlets are for-profit corporations. They offer what sells, and when criticized, try to defend their actions by 'justifying' them in one way or another. Just ask why they tried to allow a murderer like O.J. Simpson to write a book about how he didn't kill his wife, but if he did he would have done it this way......Insane!

Turn off the TV, burn Newsweek, and use the New York Times for the bottom of your bird cage. Then start being grateful for all we have as country. There is exponentially more good than bad. We are among the most blessed people on Earth and should thank God several times a day, or at least be thankful and appreciative.' 'With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, 'Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?'
Jay Leno

Please keep this in circulation. There are so many people who need to read this and grasp the truth of it.





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Attached Message
From: Susan Waters To: Colleen ; Dale White Subject: Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2008 18:30:09 -0500

Jay Leno wrote this; it's the Jay Leno we don't often see....

As most of you know I am not a President Bush fan, nor have I ever been, but this is not about Bush, it is about us, as Americans, and it seems to hit the mark.
The other day I was reading Newsweek magazine and came across some Poll data I found rather hard to believe. It must be true given the source, right?
The Newsweek poll alleges that 67 percent of Americans are unhappy with the direction the country is headed and 69 percent of the country is unhappy with the performance of the President.
In essence 2/3 of the citizenry just ain't happy and want a change. So being the knuckle dragger I am, I started thinking, 'What are we so unhappy about?''

A.. Is it that we have electricity and running water 24 hours a day, 7 Days a week?

B.. Is our unhappiness the result of having air conditioning in the summer and heating in the winter?

C.. Could it be that 95.4 percent of these unhappy folks have a job?

D. Maybe it is the ability to walk into a grocery store at any time and see more food in moments than Darfurhas seen in the last year?

E.. Maybe it is the ability to drive our cars and trucks from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean without having to present identification papers as we move through each state?

F.. Or possibly the hundreds of clean and safe motels we would find along the way that can provide temporary shelter?

G.. I guess having thousands of restaurants with varying cuisine from around the world is just not good enough either.

H. Or could it be that when we wreck our car, emergency workers show up and provide services to help all and even send a helicopter to take you to the hospital.

I.. Perhaps you are one of the 70 percent of Americans who own a home.

J.. You may be upset with knowing that in the unfortunate case of a fire, a group of trained firefighters will appear in moments and use top notch equipment to extinguish the flames, thus saving you, your family, and your belongings.

K.. Or if, while at home watching one of your many flat screen TVs, a burglar or prowler intrudes, an officer equipped with a gun and a bullet-proof vest will come to defend you and your family against attack or loss.

L.. This all in the backdrop of a neighborhood free of bombs or militias raping and pillaging the residents. Neighborhoods where 90% of teenagers own cell phones and computers.

M.. How about the complete religious, social and political freedoms we enjoy that are the envy of everyone in the world?

Maybe that is what has 67% of you folks unhappy.

Fact is, we are the largest group of ungrateful, spoiled brats the world has ever seen. No wonder the world loves the U.S. , yet has a great disdain for its citizens. They see us for what we are. The most blessed people in the world who do nothing but complain about what we don't have, and what we hate about the country instead of thanking the good Lord we live here.

I know, I know What about the president who took us into war and has no plan to get us out? The president who has a measly 31 percent approval rating? Is this the same president who guided the nation in the dark days after 9/11? The president that cut taxes to bring an economy out of recession?
Could this be the same guy who has been called every name in the book for succeeding in keeping all the spoiled ungrateful brats safe from terrorist attacks? The commander in chief of an all-volunteer army that is out there defending you and me?

Did you hear how bad the President is on the news or talk show? Did this news affect you so much, make you so unhappy you couldn't take a look around for yourself and see all the good things and be glad? Think about it......are you upset at the President because he actually caused you personal pain OR is it because the 'Media' told you he was failing to kiss your sorry ungrateful behind every day.
Make no mistake about it.

The troops in Iraq and Afghanistan have volunteered to serve, and in many cases may have died for your freedom. There is currently no draft in this country. They didn't have to go. They are able to refuse to go and end up with either a ''general'' discharge, an 'other than honorable'' discharge or, worst case scenario, a ''dishonorable'' discharge after a few days in the brig.

So why then the flat-out discontentment in the minds of 69 percent of Americans?

Say what you want but I blame it on the media. If it bleeds it leads and they specialize in bad news. Everybody will watch a car crash with blood and guts. How many will watch kids selling lemonade at the corner? The media knows this and media outlets are for-profit corporations. They offer what sells, and when criticized, try to defend their actions by 'justifying' them in one way or another. Just ask why they tried to allow a murderer like O.J. Simpson to write a book about how he didn't kill his wife, but if he did he would have done it this way......Insane!

Turn off the20TV, burn Newsweek, and use the New York Times for the bottom of your bird cage. Then start being grateful for all we have as country. There is exponentially more good than bad. We are among the most blessed people on Earth and should thank God several times a day, or at least be thankful and appreciative.' 'With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, 'Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?'
Jay Leno

Please keep this in circulation. There are so many people who need to read this and grasp the truth of it.






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Saturday, July 12, 2008

dating with Fibro/CFIDS

There was a post this week on a fibro/CFIDS meetup discussion board I frequent about how does one date with a chronic illness? The discussion itself if private, but I can tell you some of it - at least what I said.

The question was: How supportive have people been? When do you tell them? What do you tell them...at first, and when you're tired and in too much pain to go out yet again? Maybe others have had better luck explaining this to people, so any advice would help!

And I chimed in: When I was dating, in retrospect, my illness was a much bigger deal to me than it was to the person sitting across the table. I felt like I was wearing something on my forehead, announcing to the world that i was damaged goods (or should be.)

Around that time I heard a friend of mine, a handsome, charming man who is in more then perfect health, jokingly refer to himself as "damaged goods" with his fiance. "Yeah, she knows all about it," he laughed, "I'm not gonna lie to anyone, I've been married, I've been divorced, I've been used and abused; I'm damaged goods."

And it was so clear to me that EVERYONE comes to dating with their own boat load of insecurities. And how we deal with them is something we have to do within the context of our own personalities. Sense of humor can be an indispensible part of that.

I've been dating Colin for 6 years now, and I can't remember when I brought up being sick. I think that's because i didn't lay it all on him in one big heap. I mentioned I'd had heart surgery in the past year, (and kept that all pretty upbeat) and it was necessary pretty early to mention that I have a bladder disease, and the rest just sort of unfolded au natural.

Months later, when I asked him what exactly he does feel about my illness, he said - and still says - "it's part of you, and I love you," and honest to god he says that as if I asked him if he wants butter or jam on his english muffin.

Know that for many good people, giving you that extra support you need feeds, in turn, their need to be loved and needed and wanted, as well, so it's not all on you that you're some sort of taker. My partner says he fell for me because I'm so easy to talk to. Who knew I had that to offer?

I think it's important to be steady and clear that this is part of who you are, and that you're just as entitled as everybody else to have the relationship you want.

Incidentally, I think being sick made me finally stop dating those self-centered shitheads I liked to think I could "tame" or stop being shitheads because wasn't I so - cool? Embarrassing, but true, I was a sucker for a guy who loved himself a bit to death, and I had something to prove. I finally started dating again with this new theme: Ask not what you can do for your boyfriend, but what your boyfriend can do for you.

As for meeting someone, I heard an interview on Oprah (yes, I know, Oprah) with a woman who wrote a book which claims if you do what she says you will meet a partner within 12 months. A little blown up, I'm sure, but she suggests starting conversations with people in situations you normally would not. Not to be obnoxious about it, but, you know, standing in line (or on line, I know!)at the post office, waiting for a bus, whatever. Put out that one sentence and see if you get a positive response.

She says you'd be surprised, and I think she's right. She contends that it's not that you haven't crossed paths with the right person, it's just that you have SPOKEN to them.

As for the rest..m meeting peopel and creating energy for dates...

I would suggest a couple things...feel free to chime in, anyone.

Know what you love to do , what energizes you, and pick one or two things which can get you face to face with other people. I joined a songwriters circle and even though I didn't meet anybody there, (well, there was not mutual interest on my part) it turned out to be an invaluable source of creative and emotional support!

Remain open minded. If a friend wants to set you up, try it. (That was the route to my current relationship.)

Look at whether there is any wiggle room in your professional life - can any of it move over to make some hours for social time?

I think it's really tricky when you're like me - generally people drain me and I need alone time to regenerate. But sometimes I also find when I just suck it up and go out anyway i feel better, I'm proud of myself that I went out and did something productive toward my goal of meeting more people, and I end up having some intersting discussions and laughing despite myself!

But the balance is to do it when you can plan some recovery time - Friday night when you don't have to work the next morning, or Sunday afternoon.

I did do internet dating for a while and had some mixed results. A lot of my friends have tried it, and most have had some pretty darned good results, though the going can be rough on those first few dates. There's a "figuring it out" period where you have to discern how to match your profile with whatever attracts the good ones, how to screen for toads, etc.

Though there's not always a wait. One of my neighbors met her "one" on the first date! (not because I helped her with her profile, I'm sure! ;-). So, you never know.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Rent strike proving effective!

Well, it's all done by halves, isn't it? Or it can be.

The buzzer has been half fixed - that is, we can buzz people up, but we can't talk to them or listen to them, and it's so quiet downstairs that the uninitiated sometimes they don't know they're being "buzzed" in. So they stand there, agog, waiting. But thanks to cell phone technology my knees have been spared the extra trips to fetch my clients - much appreciated!

We have hot water (just in time for 100+ degree summer days!), but we think it was achieved by the one remaining less-than-qualified fix-it guy now-with-missing-finger cranking up the heat on the water heater. Colin was scalded by water over 138 degrees warm yesterday while doing dishes. Apparently this is a cheaper solution than fixing the boiler as needed.

There are lids on the garbage cans! Alas, not enough cans, and the folks living here haven't entirely caught up with the idea yet, either. not to mention youc an't tell the recycle ones from the others. So trash is piling up on TOP of them. Sigh.

The one thing done whole - we got a WHOLE new knob on our apartment door! And it hasn't fallen off since! We still look at it, feel its brassy-steeliness in our sweaty hands and say, "Wow."

..aaaand one step back. As compensation, mark that last one "half" again. We haven't gotten mail in a week. Rumor has it the mail carrier doesn't have a key to the building any more.

But we (caved) gave the landlord half our rent due. As a gesture of "good will."

That's a gesture, not a sincere feeling, note.