The no 1 tennis player is at the top of the heap, not bc of his skill. He is highly skillful, but so are like the top 400 in the world, give or take.
He is not at the top for his speed. (If you haven’t seen his blinding speed, it’s amazing)
He’s not no 1 bc of his forehand. A home wrecker let’s just say.
Here it is: he has the mind of a basketball player. He is thinking about 5 teammates, him and his coaches. But more than anything, he has, typically when the chips are down, the audacity of Jordan flying at Ewing with a tomahawk. Sure he’s Jordan. Sure he’s the wonder kid of tennis. He even has white hair of late. But he has cojones, and he uses them, mostly on the big points.
What major historical events do you remember?
I remember the challenger exploding but I was so young I thought it was a test run or something.
Of course I remember 9/11. I was almost on my way out of the country to MX of all things. A different time then.
Covid was unforgettable. I feel like I bucked the system by never wearing a mask.
Halley’s court a the Halebop cult was just weird.
Charlie Kirk being shot shortly after the president was shot at in the same rooftop manner!
Dostoyevsky is my favorite novelist. His ability to paint personality pictures is amazing to me, especially as a thinking Christian which is the epitome of what I want to be.
Salvador Dali is a favorite painter. His imagination is awe inspiring but his attention to the truth of things is what gets me. I have one of his works which portrays a tiny man on the edge of the water on a beach. He holds his son’s hand and points upwards, away from a gigantic statue of Rodin’s the thinker, and toward a statue of a man standing with his head bowed. So cool!
Dave Eggers is a favorite contemporary fiction writer. I love psychological wordiness and so does he.
I actually love Spanish art most, mostly bc that’s what I’ve studied- Del Greco, somewhat obscure in his depictions of real people and things. he was a surrealist.
Goya was the master of portraits.
It was fascinating to learn about how cathedral architecture in Spain was a battlefront. The Moors would invade Spain and build their style into the cathedral. Then Christian Crusaders would “take it back” with their style. Like an Egyptian pyramid in a way.
Leo Kottke has been my favorite acoustic guitarist. He had an album known as “one Guitar, no vocals”. Couldn’t say it better. His style was percussive and trend setting. He most recently has recorded with bassist Mike Gordon of Phish. Great minds play alike!
I like to think back to high school and college as my formative music years. Phish was definitely on top the pack. But I think I started my phases with LED Zeppelin (III was my fav) then the Beatles (magical mystery tour). Also in the mix was a Nashville heralding, Chattanooga bar band, Thr Floating Men, known for unplugging and pulling up a bar stool near to you for their third set, comprised of their first album (all their hits!). I dare you not to sing along to Tall Shadows. 😉
Well after living long term with a hoarder beneath me, the saying holds water for sure.
It has been about olfactory hue management over raw cleaning. It has been about pumping those kitty litter hues to my domain upstairs. It has revealed a childish approach to life.
Holy Scripture says “mercy triumphs over judgment”. But it seems to me mercy must even start with yourself and that isn’t excuses but ownership.
Hoarding has deep seated psychological roots but you know what else?…the hardest part is starting. 🙃
Well I suppose the times they are a changing for the good hopefully, bc for the first time in quite a while I can drive by a grocery store without feeling the invisible tractor beam that summons me to go in…and engage!
People in a grocery store are for me like labels in a grocery store…they come at you!..fast. And each one has a different angle, a different synopsis, a different modus operandi. How can I believe in absolute truth?!
Shelving that theology elephant, how do I get on people’s level. Here’s a thought! Break the ice! Weird how strangers like so much not to be strangers that they would smile at a warning disguised as a complement.
Now smiles of course are misleading. Smiles are like bullets at times, defending one against embarrassment?…failure? But smiles are more often than you’d think a landing pad rising from the bottom of the ocean. An oasis in the Serengeti that says ‘I’m on the line but you might want to use a basket’.
A rare commodity you always underestimate, smiles provoke a sense of belonging. A smile might not communicate a open gate to the soul, but it to me always says, ‘of course I have a soul, but I’ve lost my map and I don’t seem the point of it anymore’….
Lost in the Moment 