Thursday, April 25, 2013

Turn, Turn...Turn the Channel

I really do not think Edgar Allen Poe would watch "The Following." Nor would Beethoven listen to Lady Gaga. Wordsworth would never come back from his walks if he knew what people nowadays associate with romanticism is Nicholas Sparks. I doubt Monet would hang with Kinkade. If there is a season to everything, then in what kind of season are we today?

It was C.S. Lewis that said "We read to know we are not alone" and yet with all the Non-Reality of reality television and the literal judging it encourages, all it does it make a person feel further and further from another person. The magical art of GREAT storytelling is in essence to give the audience a crib sheet for life. "Here, I present to you life in this setting, now learn how to live yours." The opposite seems to be presented lately, how NOT to live. Don't be in a murderous cult, don't be anywhere near Jeff Probst, don't think Adam Sandler is still funny and don't look to Gordon Ramsey for, well anything.

How can I say such things? How can I be so judgmental? Easy, right before I wrote this blog I got distracted by a cat in a shark outfit riding a Roomba while a duck chased after it. What would C.S Lewis say about that?

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Follow Through

I went golfing for the first time with my Dad and Brother today. Yeah, you read that correctly. Now, my forehead, nose and the top of my head where my hair parts might be sunburned, AND I had to spend the day with Butthead #1 and Butthead #2, but this was seriously some of the most fun I have had in quite some time. The day was so glorious; there were geese, ducks and water turkeys (besides Todd) mountains, clouds, sunshine, breezes AND I hit the ball from the men's tee all the way onto the green. First try. I drove the cart and kept score for my Dad and Todd. I asked questions when I didn't understand and they were so patient and helpful. When the breeze was too chilly, I turned into the sun and felt its warmth. I can feel what is the beginning of my swing in my shoulder and wrist this evening, reminding me of the day. Today, I kept my eyes on more than the ball.

The Bun

The Bun
If you don't like rabbits, you can suck it, shove it and then go soak your head.