We were going to start up a new segment on the podcast roughly based on a "Dude moment of the month." This doesn't necessarily have to be based on something that would happen to The Dude, but something that definitely resembles the life of a character from The Big Lebowski. We had a great submission from a listener, who will remain nameless for this story for good reasons, that we were going to share but I forgot to read it off when recording. I'm going to share it with you now, here, and then we'll read it off on March's episode as well.
If you have any submissions, current or from the past, feel free to send them to us and we'll share them with everyone. We normally wouldn't post them to the blog, we'd just read them, but I wanted to make sure we got this out to everyone.
Chalupa, I've got a Lebowski moment for you. I just realized that my landlord is a real life Marty.
Over the past few years, I've been less than punctual with my rent payments. I was doing a lot of freelance work, alotta ins, allota outs, so my income was random. I'm also horrible with money. Luckily, I have one of the best landlords in the world. Let's call him Martin. Martin pretty much lets me pay him whenever I can (usually even after the 10th), keeps a running tab for me, and has even cut me a few deals over the years. Recently, however, he has found me to be a captive audience of sorts for his architectural sustainability passion. Here is some recent dialogue. See if this sounds familiar to you:
Martin - "Hey, man. I'm doing a follow up to my last lecture series at the library on Saturday. It's called Green Means Go! and I'd love it if you came and could contribute to the discussion."
Me - "I'll be there, man."
Martin - "Also, I'm going out of town for a few days, so I was wondering if we could, you know, get things squared away?"
Me - "Oh, sure thing."
Just so you know, Martin and I are both architects, but that's the only thing we have in common. This is why it's strange that I've found myself sitting in his office for hours listening to him talk shop when I should have been in my own office doing actual work. I can't say no to this guy though. He is a landlord that doesn't make my life a living hell, which is a rare thing in my town, but is that really why I endure his dance quintet? I've sat through several of his early Saturday morning lectures at the local library. I'm pretty sure I've spent the majority of them thinking about the burger and beers I was going to get later on down the street (those are good burgers, dude). It's not a horrible experience, but it's a little boring for me as a professional who is already familiar with the material. So why do I constantly entertain his ramblings? Could it be I simply want to continue my very dude-like payment plan with him, or could it be something completely different?
I never made the Lebowski connection until a recent conversation that you and I had online. It reminds me of something you wrote in the Dudespaper a few years ago about Marty the Landlord and helping those who are brave enough to ask for help. Martin has gone out of his way to form this relationship with someone a little out of his element to help push him along. I guess my dudely nature genuinely just wants to listen and give him notes. It also doesn't hurt my financial what-have-you either.
Crane Jackson - Urban Achiever.
So there you have it, our first submission. I think it's pretty good. Do you have a story to top "Crane Jackson's?" If so, use our contact form (click here) or email it to us.