Friday, June 18, 2010
war, (two of them) high unemployment, and oil pouring into the gulf, life in the States has felt bleak. As a nation we are hungry for inspiration, hoping that our boys in South Africa could spark some joy. But now with our backs to the wall, even they need help. Where are you Captain America?
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Prior to today, I didn't even know who was playing. Nor did I realize after tonight, a champion would be crowned, meaning another season would come to an end. My seaming lack of knowledge is not a result of a hatred of basketball, on the contrary I love the game. (I also learned today that one of my favorite former college players is playing tonight.) My lack of knowledge of tonight's events stems from the fact that I HATE the nba.
The once glorious league has devolved into a perfect example of everything that is wrong with our society. Lies from the wealthy elite, corporations allowed to change the rules and worst of all the people have no voice.
Bring back my SUPERSONICS.
Saturday, June 05, 2010
When your head is clogged with things to contemplate its easy to loose track of time. The fatigue of my journey didn't really set in until I found myself half way up a steep incline, muscles burning, legs giving all that they could just to keep momentum forward and lungs straining to take in air. Suddenly I was back in my body. Worries, stresses, global messes, none of it matter. My only focus was the peak of that hill. Rhythmically I pushed on. Getting up from the saddle I alternated standing on each leg; one, two, oone, twwo, ooone, twwwoo, ooooone, ttwwwooo.
Just over the crest I discovered a small cafe with a beautiful view of the bay. Exhausted from my accent, I decided I'd earned a moment to relax with glass of wine. As I stared out across the bay, I enjoyed the wines elegant bouquet of rich black fruit with hints of dried herbs. My mind once again drifted off; how lucky I am to live in a place so beautiful and safe from the spoils of corporate malfeasance. (at least for now).
Taking a sip, my mind rushed back to my physical body, tired and yet content. I had a good ride home ahead but for now I had a pleasant glass of wine to enjoy. In fact, I just might have another.