When I was younger, and kids were mean — everyone’s been there yes? I mean I came from the freaky family with 8,000 kids… — I used to go home and cry and wonder what I had done to make those kids want to be mean to me. Didn’t they know that I would never do anything to hurt them? Couldn’t they just be happy for what they had and not take their silly rage out on me? I came, eventually, to the conclusion that the answer to that last question was actually, no, they couldn’t. The real question was why couldn’t they. And then one day, because you can’t answer that question for anyone but yourself, I stopped caring and found other people to play with. And, invariably, those mean kids found others to kick around. And, to the best of my knowledge, they never really did get happy. I suppose always needing to kick someone around isn’t really a recipe for happiness, not the way I understand the expression anyway. But what’s always stuck with me is that some of the best kids — and the worst — went against type. Some of the greatest kids I knew were jocks. Some of the worst, nerds. And vice versa.
Some things never change.
And moving along…
I don’t know about you guys, but this latest news giving our President a bit of surge in the polls smells faintly of a last minute desperate attempt at spin more than anything to me. I’ve already lodged my prediction — acknowledging always my fallibility and there are already drinks being wagered in the office on the outcome — but I suppose Nate Silver could be a mad genius and just know. I was talking to a new friend the other day about Silver and he maintains that Silver is the numbers guy to trust. But Silver has been taking some flak lately as we know. My friend George linked what I think is a fair examination of why, even if silver is wrong in his prediction — and Rasmussen, it should be noted, is just as adamant in their prediction for Romney — we shouldn’t discount his skills nor consider him a hack. They guy’s quite obviously brilliant. However, I think I might agree with this gentleman on why he’s wrong. But I think it’s silly to either hate him for being a nerd or assume he is hated for being a nerd. Can we rise above this kind of thing already? (See above. The World is only perpetually a mean-spirited playground if you want it to be…). But we shall see how all this shakes out. For now, and in light of these last minute assertions, the Coach sent this and this. I do think voter turnout is being largely misapplied in most polls and will be a deciding factor in how this election actually turns out. But then, what the hell do I know?
The Big Boss posted this. Yes, I work for someone who posts things from Parks and Recreation. Yes, that is cool.
I really enjoyed this. Count Dumbo and Bambi as two movies I have seen exactly once. Because they made me cry and I just can’t…it hurts…
Oh holy crikey hooray! Great book and with Ang Lee at the visual helm this is bound to be gorgeous. I’m certain I will cry. But I’ll see it once….
I’m sure I’ll give them all a try. I’ve made mussels before but never clams. Although I remember watching my Aunt make them down on the Potomac many years ago. They were the long-neck kind and were delicious. Should be an adventure…
My sis sent this along. Good reminder that control is an illusion, which is why you shouldn’t suck to other people because ultimately you don’t have control of whatever it is you’re afraid of losing, etc. (See above)
“I must say a word about fear. It is life’s only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unnerving ease. It begins in your mind, always … so you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don’t, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.”
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi