It’s strange how things ebb and flow. I, for example, don’t really trust my emotions — they’ve led me down irrational paths where I’m angry one minute, convinced I’m being silly the next, then alternately overjoyed and totally bummed out over the exact same set of circumstances. And so, that is why I tend to externalize things a bit and I look for signs. I’ve taken a lot of mess for this in the past, particularly from those too convinced of their own powers of perception to ever think that there’s a whole layer of life that they have no control over and that operates according to rules not influenced by their actions. And it’s with this in mind that I was reminded of a few lines from one of my CS Lewis books where the characters are instructed to look for a specific sign and follow it. One character asks if they do this, will everything be okay? And the other says, no one said that. Just that we had to look for and follow the signs because it is what we are instructed to do to make sure we’re following the right path. I like that.
Anyway, speaking of writing, I was inspired yesterday to look up one of my old creative writing professors. I loved him. He was like this beatnik poet who wrote about the Washington Monument looking like a giant Thai stick at night. Tony Grooms. I’m glad you’re still writing sir.
I think he’s spot on. And he usually is. I find it fascinating that people hate this man.
“In the battleground states, he is not on good turf ,” Rove said. “You know why? Not because we don’t like him. Most of us like him. We look at his picture and say `there’s something good about that’. It’s a big break with the past, and it says something about our country that we elected a black president.”
Rove then went on to criticize Obama, saying that while he promised a different tone and an end to 20 years of partisan bickering,”We don’t like what he has done. We’re terribly disappointed in him.”
Speaking of politics, awesome. “Good Mitt to you.”
Great article from Grantland on the Saints and violence. It is our Roman Coliseum folks. Minus the animals. And the death. But retirement might be a worse hell…
That’s what the NFL is banking on these next few years — hypocrisy, basically — as more stories emerge about the tortured lives of retired players. Many of them can’t walk, sit down or remember anything. Some battle debilitating headaches and gulp down pills like they’re peanuts. A few weeks ago, Jim McMahon confessed in an interview that his short-term memory was gone, then admitted he wouldn’t even remember the interview as he was giving it. You hear these things, you sigh, you feel remorse, you forget … and then you go back to looking forward to the next football season. Gregg Williams crossed the line; he won’t be there. I just wish someone would decide, once and for all, where that line really is.
Your Friday music space freaks. My prediction is that we will be hearing the word “genius” about Miss Monae in the future. (h/t California Brooks)