My Name is Martin, Too
What did I do yesterday? Up. Down. Up. Down. Same as yesteryear. Repetitions
for calves. Up. Down. Lots of reps, little weight. Up. Down. Confidence
down, down, down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Dr. Phil’s advice? BEYOND
THIS, WHAT? ATROPHY? FLAB? RISE AND A FINAL FALL? No job is a dead end
job, unless you turn it into a dead end. This is the adult mindset.
As a kid, the story of Luther saying Here I Stand was like comic book
status. Don’t know why. I am Jewish. I didn’t yet understand
that events of old could have been otherwise. At the time I believed
that Luther Had to Be in a way that I did not. I believed that Luther
had to be born, but it was just a coincidence I was born. Proof? Proof
Number Three: The non-reciprocal nature of our names, which can be stated
as, “I might be named after him (though I am not), but he could
not be named after me.” The Judge was shocked when Luther was
like, Here I Stand. The People were shocked when Luther was like, Here
I Stand. To tradition he was like, Here I stand. Here, Here, Here! I
stand! Here I stand to all of history. Only today—within the last
half-hour—did I realize that I must say, Here I Stand to the Women
at the DMV. Here I Stand to the man with not one but three Master of
Divinity degrees. Here I Stand to you; Here I Stand to me. Up, Up, Up,
I go. Naturally, Down, Down, Down, too.
Justin Kahn is bigger than the Beatles. Or at least a beetle.