(other than This Lawn Looks Like Crap)
Interesting, if not always 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 15 of Crap I Think of While Mowing the Lawn.
WANTING TO KEEP IT LIGHT, BUT…
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 12 of Crap I Think of While Mowing the Lawn.
WAINWRIGHT/JETER/ANDREWS…SOCIAL MEDIA FLAP
Yesterday, I received an email message, alerting me that a column I wrote almost three full years ago for an online sports publication called Bleacher Report just received its 2,000th read. I’m not boasting; that and the regular price of a cup of coffee may actually get me a cup of coffee. Whether or not I want one…
Early last Friday morning—with another bout of insomnia coinciding with, but not caused by, the celebration of another birthday—I wrote about one aspect of the Riley Cooper saga. I published it on Bleacher Report.
72 hours later, the situation has changed a little bit. Riley Cooper has taken an excused leave of absence—of unknown duration—from the Philadelphia Eagles. Quarterback Michael Vick has seemed to walk back from (if just a little) his very gracious, supportive comments from a few days before. And, many well-meaning fans and non-fans alike are sick to death of the whole story.
A couple weeks ago, in anticipation of my son’s tee-ball debut, I wrote about my own inauspicious Little League Baseball debut. It wasn’t pretty, (and involved coming in the game for my requisite one at-bat and looking at the first baseman—not the pitcher—as strikes one, two and three whooshed by unchallenged…and that was the best part of it) which is an understatement. However, it went a helluva lot smoother than that of A.J. Clemente—who made his debut last night as a weekend co-anchor for NBC affiliate KFYR-TV of Bismarck, North Dakota.
How in God’s good name did we all arrive at a place and time where we are forced to make public decisions on what we like or dislike. I like to like, and sometimes even love to love—and hey, when the mood striketh, I even liketh to hate things. But enough is enough…
I much prefer to write about the lighter side of sports and life in general, but at my core, I’m a serious guy (albeit one with a hyperactive, world class sense of humor) who sometimes takes sports, reputations and how we treat one another quite seriously.
I love strong, fair competition, enjoy engaging in and watching tough, physical play on the fields, courts and rinks, yet absolutely detest—among other things—violence and inhumanity.
The Republican primaries—most recently headlined by Rick Santorum’s surprising virtual dead heat finish with Mitt Romney in Iowa and Newt Gingrich’s apparent promise to throw the kitchen sink of epithets at Romney—have me thinking. Thinking about the nature of competition and what we really want from it.
Until June (or so) of this year, I resisted all forms of social media.
No great surprise there. I love humanity; it’s just people I can sometimes do without. To that end, I can easily be as anti-social as the next guy—however that may be defined or redefined.
To my thinking, Twitter was for twerps and twits, Facebook was for fraudulent fuggers and LinkedIn was for Losers. Or so I thought, until I eventually became a twitterific twerp of a fraudulent fugger and loser.
I don’t have a photographic memory; I guess that mine is more of a photoshopped memory. It’s pretty good, but there are limitations and allowances, however unintentional.
Like tens of millions of you (and I wish all of you were reading this, and enjoying my books), I was a big fan of Seinfeld, the show that purported to be about nothing, and it kind of was: both nothing, and everything.
So, if I’m not engaging in too much photo or memory-shopping now, recent personal events brought to mind the episode where George Costanza’s crazy, soon-to-be in-laws (who had no idea that licking cheap-o wedding invitations would prove fatal to their daughter, Susan) invite George and his totally dysfunctional parents to dinner.
Now that I’m halfway between shunning the Twittersphere altogether and tweeting like a fool on steroids, I’ve been trying to wrap my head around President Barack Obama’s soccer-induced tweeting yesterday.
It’s a new universe that we live in—one in which we can virtually rub elbows and send 140-character missives to anybody we want. I haven’t decided as to whether it’s cool that the Prez is that accessible. I would frame this debate—surely, one for another time—like this:
We want our leaders, and candidates, to show their human side, but do we want them to be that reach-out and-touchable? Should our elected leaders be as common as the Snookis of the world? (I realize quite well that we live in an era of Sarah Palin, Michele Bachmann and Anthony Weiner.)
I'm learning to like the whole international interview scene; I just need more practice at it.
In just a paragraph or three, I’ll be linking all who want to come along for the ride to a Q&A I conducted with British author/blogger Morgen Bailey. As I recall, I linked to her post on LinkedIn (good place for linking) and within minutes, she replied to my email, checked out this very website and sent me some well-crafted interview questions.
Let me come right out and state the obvious. I don’t really understand how I fit in to this whole world of self-promotion, friending, following and linking.
It’s bad enough that I’m a technophobe, but one of my dualities is being both outgoing, yet very private—almost to the point of secrecy.
It took me forever to finally put up this Tip of the Goldberg website, and now I’m blogging, and even tweeting, linking-in and being open to virtual friends. And yes, at this point, in Facebook-speak, I virtually have no friends. What else is new?
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