Figures walk in and out of my room. As I stare intently at my screen, I am lost. The world dances and the figures in it make their trails to and fro. Where is my place in all this magic? Right here. The words rolling off my fingertips pour meaning into me as surely as I strive to pour meaning into them. What a strange duplicity.
I recently drove across a bit of country well known for its ability to inspire folklore and legend. This magical land called West Virginia inspired me to such a length that I can almost believe in Rip Vanwinkle.
The clouds laid over my path just far enough up to be called by their true name and not fog. They drizzled water down on my automobile in some mystical shower. The hills or mountains, or walls of trees (I am still not sure if they had an end) surrounded me in so much wonder. To add to all of my enjoyment, high bridges emerged unbidden from the sides of these mountains and disappeared just as quickly into their destination with no signs of roads connecting them to the rest of the world. These lovely structures seemed almost integral to the structure of such a magical place, as if they were mere girders that the mountains had been built on by some long forgotten race.
In short, the Appalachian mountains at the southern edge of West Virginia have captured my imagination.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, April 05, 2010
Beep boop dep dop
Running around the world today I realized that I wasn't really running around the world. I know, it's a fairly standard thing to run around the world, but I haven't done it. Superman can, but I can't. And not running around the world led me to think about all of the other things I can't do.
Breathing water: This would be handy for sleeping in the bathtub.
Eating granite: I mean, it would make it so much easier to get all the rocks out of my garden...but I think I would have to broaden that to eating rocks.
Finishing my prize winning novel: Okay, I can't really think why this would be useful, but I've heard that it is exhilarating at the very least.
So, you got me, I'm just joking around. But It's such a common complaint among people who want to do something great. I've got it too. But just finishing a project is often all it takes to get to the next step. Sometimes I forget that it takes a lot of hard work and (let's be honest here) mistakes to become better.
So, if I add nothing to your life today, let me not add that it is often better to do something than nothing. Especially when that something paves the way to something great.
Breathing water: This would be handy for sleeping in the bathtub.
Eating granite: I mean, it would make it so much easier to get all the rocks out of my garden...but I think I would have to broaden that to eating rocks.
Finishing my prize winning novel: Okay, I can't really think why this would be useful, but I've heard that it is exhilarating at the very least.
So, you got me, I'm just joking around. But It's such a common complaint among people who want to do something great. I've got it too. But just finishing a project is often all it takes to get to the next step. Sometimes I forget that it takes a lot of hard work and (let's be honest here) mistakes to become better.
So, if I add nothing to your life today, let me not add that it is often better to do something than nothing. Especially when that something paves the way to something great.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Sometimes It pays to wreak havoc
I went golfing today.
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Well, I went and walked around on some golf holes with other people. We had golf clubs, I'm fairly positive about that. But not clubs where people who know how to golf become members. The golf clubs that one associates with hitting (like other types of clubs: maces, baseball bats, etc.) things. Oh, I know that most people mentally link golf clubs with hitting golf balls. However, it doesn't have that connection for me yet. The other members of my party managed to make that connection on numerous occasions throughout the night, but I just swung my Neanderthal weapon in the air and proclaimed my masculinity by blaming other things, like the grass, for my failures. I think the other men in my tribe were convinced.
And in the end I managed to support my long standing opinion about golf. It is a social event. Hitting balls with those weapons takes skill, but talking and walking around with other people only takes other people who are also willing to walk around and talk. It's not like basketball where you can get noticeably better in the course of a game. When playing a round of golf you improve very slightly because you only hit the ball 3-4 times for each hole (I was playing scramble or else I would have had to hit the ball quite a bit more). But men like me hate just walking around talking. We need a goal, so we talk while heading to the next spot that someone will hit a ball. After complimenting, commiserating, or smack talking, we get back to the real reason that any of us are out on the golf course. Interacting in a social manner that fits our psyche.
Now we have evolved.
...
Well, I went and walked around on some golf holes with other people. We had golf clubs, I'm fairly positive about that. But not clubs where people who know how to golf become members. The golf clubs that one associates with hitting (like other types of clubs: maces, baseball bats, etc.) things. Oh, I know that most people mentally link golf clubs with hitting golf balls. However, it doesn't have that connection for me yet. The other members of my party managed to make that connection on numerous occasions throughout the night, but I just swung my Neanderthal weapon in the air and proclaimed my masculinity by blaming other things, like the grass, for my failures. I think the other men in my tribe were convinced.
And in the end I managed to support my long standing opinion about golf. It is a social event. Hitting balls with those weapons takes skill, but talking and walking around with other people only takes other people who are also willing to walk around and talk. It's not like basketball where you can get noticeably better in the course of a game. When playing a round of golf you improve very slightly because you only hit the ball 3-4 times for each hole (I was playing scramble or else I would have had to hit the ball quite a bit more). But men like me hate just walking around talking. We need a goal, so we talk while heading to the next spot that someone will hit a ball. After complimenting, commiserating, or smack talking, we get back to the real reason that any of us are out on the golf course. Interacting in a social manner that fits our psyche.
Now we have evolved.
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