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I am not wired to be either an especially charitable person or an effective fundraiser, but I really got caught up in the moment on Friday at work and broke character in a major way by agreeing to participate in the 3rd Annual SF Climb California. Depending on your perspective, this is either a marked moral improvement or fundamental flaw. Either way, the case remains the same: I still need to raise at least $100, and I need your help to do so.

What’s in it for you? Well, admittedly, not a lot. Good feelings, I guess, about giving to a “worthy cause” — but you know as well as I do that that only goes so far, and it certainly didn’t compel you to help that guy out on the side of the highway, the one with the dog and the illegible cardboard sign. But who am I to tell you how to spend or contribute your money, be it hard-earned or inexplicably extended to you in the form of credit. Barring your feelings about whether this is a worthy tax deduction, I’ll also accept good feelings about helping me avoid the financial effects (not to mention the direct hit it will inflict on my self-image) of having to donate it all myself. In other words, help a brother out!

More tangibly, you will: get: (a) top-notch blogging about my inadequate physical fitness, and the likelihood of my death as I train and then attempt to climb 52 flights of stairs; (b) nauseauting video coverage of my ascent; and (c) images of scenic California, either from the top of the Bank of America building or from the rear window of the ambulance.

Most important of all, though, your money will go to curing us of lung disease. Once we get that taken care of, we can all go back to smoking with immunity.

So, join me, please … donate what you can, a little or a lot. All will be appreciated.

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February 9, 2009 - Posted by | Fundraising

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