Crap I Think of While Mowing the Lawn
(other than This Lawn Looks Like Crap)
Interesting, if not deep, thoughts often pop into my head while I’m doing battle with my lawn. And yes, I do battle with a non-gas, non-electric, old-fashioned push mower. An actual reel mower. And my mind tends to think of some semi-interesting crap while I push along.
Welcome to Volume 8 of Crap I Think of While Mowing the Lawn.
HAIL TO THE…WHITESKIN?
I can’t believe that it’s been so long since I’ve Gold-blogged (I still haven’t decided that I like that name) but…I have been busy.
In the last few months or so, I wrapped my first pure sports book, which was also the first collaborative effort among my five published books. I’ve continued to write three or four columns per week for jewocity.com. Well, at least I did through January, with occasional columns on Bleacher Report, philly2philly.com and other sites. I’ve recently started at least the shell of another book, maybe two, but enough about me. On second thought…
(Speed-Blog style: 5 Minutes to Conceive, 15 to Write, __ to Read)
Spring is here and my allergies are somewhat under control at the moment—even if my baseball fever is starting to rage.
After a mostly lethargic winter, I am back sharing the softball brownswards with mostly over-the-hill and mostly-Jewish weekend athletes who comprise the Jewish Athletic Group’s softball league. And yes, I take full credit for referring to us as the Oxymoron League.
Man, I should be used to this feeling by now.
That Super Bowl Monday Morning Hangover is not a stranger to my existence.
The one from two mornings ago was not brought on by too much alcohol (I was home, and not drinking), too much food (well, maybe that played a small role) or too much Madonna. It did manifest itself with the tired, washed out feeling of watching another Super Bowl champion not named the Philadelphia Eagles.
I guess it’s only a true dilemma if you don’t know what your decision will be.
Should be is a whole nuther matter.
Yom Kippur, the most important and solemn day on the Jewish calendar, starts at sundown this evening. The Philadelphia Phillies and St. Louis Cardinals play the most important game of their respective baseball seasons at 8:37 pm ET.
Yesterday, I started a new gig, writing for a start-up company/website called www.jewocity.com.
We are at the beginning stages of, hopefully, creating something that will be successful and a lot of fun, but I do not wish to overstate or understate my contributions.
The site is not my baby. I am sure that its owner, Shai, has put in a ton of time, effort and money to launch it—the largest online Jewish Business Directory. I wish it every success and hope that my contributions will be valuable, valued and rewarded over time. While a paid gig, there is certainly a high element of sweat equity on my part as well.
So, what am I sweating and schvitzing about? The kind of stuff that I love doing, which is similar to what I have been doing, if ever-so-slightly targeted for a more specific (although I am sure, diverse in its own way) audience. In true Tip of the Goldberg-style, I hope to inspire laughs, smiles and just enough wisdom, even if most of my writing will be as light and fluffy as a good matzo ball.