With my last round of disc golf for 2009. My game has improved tremendously. I like the exercise, and that it forces me to concentrate. I’m going to get VERY good at it next year.
Tomorrow, I’ll try to recap 09 and what it meant to me. Or, maybe I’ll just go play another round of golf.
You gotta love Beale. Her post today is a classic, and deserves to be read by everyone with a computer. ( A Y2K-proven computer, that is. ) Yes, I remember the fear merchants from my youth…people my age remember being forced to hide our heads under our desks at school, a ridiculous drill that none of us thought would protect us from a Soviet launched ICBM, but one we complied with anyway, lest we invite the wrath of a particularly patriotic teacher. One advantage to being a half-century old is that you seldom see anything really new…
Anyway, for the most part, Beale is right…the decade that ushered in this Century was full fear and folly. I can’t completely write it off though, since, as a result of the insanity, I made some great friends and identified some important voices. Beale is one of them.
Family, friends, even, and maybe especially, to those who are neither. Enjoy this, we’ll see you in a day or so!
Good Lord, the spam I’m gonna get….
But this is great news, acceptance is slow, but steady. Congrats to these girls, and their classmates for not succumbing to bigotry and hate.
While its true I do not read HuffPo anymore, largely due to their insistence on featuring Tiger Woods articles as prominently as they would, say, important stuff….I do get alerts whenever Steven Weber writes something. Since I’m on a good bit these days defining or at least identifying what I feel is evidence of “grace”, I was particularly interested in this article. You may disagree with him, and he and I part ways, (especially toward the end of this piece) but you have to admire his writing style if nothing else. I loved this the most:
If indeed the basic imperative of life is to survive, it’s no wonder that we ascribe fairy tale scenarios to make shape of the murk, make the journey more palatable to those who cannot countenance a life lived in biological anonymity.
Seriously, its not very long, so go read it.
The chiles have arrived. I have roasted chile, green and red, and will begin to pick out fresh spices next week. I’ll see if I can talk someone else into picking up some pork tenderloin to cube for green chile stew…..I’m too young to be this excited about food.