Strength in Blunders came to that split of one road into two roads in a yellow wood yesterday. It has made no difference yet and I cannot imagine what difference it will make...Which makes me wonder if this is the famous yellow wood or just some knock-off, middle of the mall shit. It does say "a" yellow wood so maybe its not marked on a map. (shewww I am exhausted).. These roads at this divergence were marked: Save the Blog <-- | --> Kill the Blog.
I was there because I read a blog that was actually good. Which made me realize that my blog kinda stinks. Can I blog this crap with the this new found information? I know what you’re thinking: (collective yell) What took so long?
WELL I had never read a good blog…that’s what took so Friggin’ long! How was I to know that there is (or are, I've only found one) actually well written, entertaining, informative blogs out there? 100% of the blogs I had read until yesterday are worse than mine.
The Pre-November 16, 2011 Blogs I had read fall into one of these unbecoming categories:
-Look at me I’m awesome blog
(We looked, decided we should be the judge, and moved on)
- Look at me I suck blog
(We looked, decided you were right, became sad, but none the less moved on)
University of [INSERT STATE] Sports Blog
(GO TEAM GO!!... OH NO!! SHIT!! FIRE THE COACH)
*refer back to: I suck/I’m awesome blogs -- there is some overlap
(while blogging may be a therapeutic outlet for your volatile fanhood... I got my own emotional crap going on so just do like everyone else and call your local sports radio show)
Trust me I know what I am talking about blog
(TRUST ME...That unless you have an important prefix [KING, SGT., COACH etc.]
or distinguished suffix [PHD or IV {<-- Numbers help}] no one trusts you)
Celebrity Inside Scoop Blog
(Occasionally Useful but not worth frequenting)
*exception(s)
What is SHAQ doing right now?
Why the hell is Jim Cantore in my hometown and should I seek shelter immediately? (should exsist)
You read this only because you had a weird skin irritation blog
(never making the favorites tab)
I want to clarify that a blog does not fail me simply by matching one the listed categories…
With proper delivery and quality substance a blog of any genre could become a “Starred” site for me (less and except the skin thing.. clearly a browser stigma that no one can afford)
I think my blog fits into the category of “Blathering About Generally Blundersome Happenings” Blog
Delivery and quality are suspect. (see look at me I suck)
The "which way do I go" problem hit me when I read a blog that I actually enjoyed. I read weeks and months-worth of posts in one sitting. I realized that at least one person is putting out some reading material that I look forward to. I thought “Maybe I should start a revolution… I could read blogs during all of my free time, Judge them according to my keen wisdom, then leave comments that either: (A) Praise the Blog and Blogger or (B) Critique the content/style and then Ridicule the Blogger and his/her family.” Turns out I am too late because that revolution started many years ago in the dorms of every college campus in zee vorld. (Damn! really hoped to scratch "Start a Revolution" off my bucket list.) So with no revolution to lead I think I can continue my infrequent half-assed postings but not before I give credit where credit is due. I stumbled onto this “Blathering About Generally Blundersome Happenings” Blog and it is the best blog that I have read (which is not that big a deal [after all I have only read about 7 different blogs])... none the less it is http://www.jamesaltucher.com/
May be it just caught me at the perfect time and it is not actually that good (see bow-flex and Slap Chop)
Then again maybe it is better than I yet know and turns out to be everyone’s favorite (see Aaron Rodgers and Mountain Khakis)
Disingenuously
/s/
Sir tdavid Shaw j.d. (boom)
It is not yet clear to me whether I took the common road or the road less traveled but I feel like ever since that was published... The road less traveled aint so much less traveled... which kind of makes the decision in the woods less spectacular... (6 of one Half dozen of the other)
It is as if the road less traveled by... has lost its charm...
"The Re-Po auction aint no good when a buncha folks show up" - a jackson hustler
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Relative Milestones
I was standing nearby when a fellow law student approached my favorite (and most feared) law professor and asked him "Do you remember when I spoke up in class and you [basically humbled me in front of the entire class for 10 uninterrupted minutes and everyone laughed?" (I merely overheard this by grace it was not I that made this mistake). With perfect delivery and not an ounce of remorse he said; "No I do not...clearly that was a "moment" in your life and not mine! good day Miss... whatever your name is."
I am sure this sounds like a horrible and arrogant man... which is not entirely false... but the truth in his words very rarely has a lasting negative effect on others. How can it... It reminds me of the little brother that watched too much Kung Fu/Cartoons and foolishly believes that his 60lbs are enough to retaliate against his 200lb. brother for thumping him on the head, changing the channel from Ren and Stimpy, or [any of the million tormenting practices of older brothers]... No matter how determined he is, how red his face gets, how violently he screams, or how perfectly he imitates Bruce Lee's Drop-Kick...He should know good and well that his 200lb. brother will catch his leg and he will be dangled helplessly at arms length. Miss... "Whatever her name is" was not equipped to approach Mr. Law Professor, no matter how determined she was to feel better about what happened. For what its worth... I told her I remembered and that I laughed... I don't think that I made her feel better.
I defend his response because if he would have instead had a chuckle with her and reflected on how funny it (he) was... She may have gotten the impression that he enjoys making other people look foolish and even dwells on those moments or worse she may get the impression that she and her "moment" were more significant than the other 120 people and their respective humiliating moment.
I had a moment this week.
I played in a golf tournament to benefit Els For Autism (http://www.e4agolf.com/). With 1,700 participants, over 8,000 donors, and nearly $2 million raised this event is the largest charity golf tournament in the world. The experience was incredible for many reasons and served as a relative milestone in my life.
I know that as time goes on only my teammate and I will remember the event and the excitement of teeing it up with a few of Golf's elite but it will remain a milestone in my life. The point that I will hold on to is kind of a ceremonial turn. Golfer's always wonder how they would handle the pressure of a gallery lining the tee box on the first hole of a big tournament. I have heard people say that it is particularly difficult to even tee the ball much less hit it. So I got the chance to answer that question last week in Las Vegas with my buddy Jeff Cook, 5 touring professionals, and a few hundred spectators. I always expected to swing conservatively if faced with this situation. It did cross my mind, but just in the nick of time, the prudent thought hit me... If you swing easy you are going to either fail miserably or hit a weak little shot... (both kind of stink) If you Swing as hard as you possibly can you are going to either fail miserably or hit it a quarter mile (1/4 mile would not stink)... then
I Swung as hard as I could and got away with it... Hit the ball nearly 400 yards and now have a moment. What would I do if I had to hit a golf shot with hundreds of people watching? Swing as hard as I can and hope the result is worth remembering?
I have to mention the simple 10 foot putt I missed on the last hole to lose the match... It was my "cant focus, cant hold still, cant remember how to hold the club moment". I kinda wonder if it looked like I was having a stroke because it sure felt like it.
boo blundersome. boo half-assed SIB.
the tim
I am sure this sounds like a horrible and arrogant man... which is not entirely false... but the truth in his words very rarely has a lasting negative effect on others. How can it... It reminds me of the little brother that watched too much Kung Fu/Cartoons and foolishly believes that his 60lbs are enough to retaliate against his 200lb. brother for thumping him on the head, changing the channel from Ren and Stimpy, or [any of the million tormenting practices of older brothers]... No matter how determined he is, how red his face gets, how violently he screams, or how perfectly he imitates Bruce Lee's Drop-Kick...He should know good and well that his 200lb. brother will catch his leg and he will be dangled helplessly at arms length. Miss... "Whatever her name is" was not equipped to approach Mr. Law Professor, no matter how determined she was to feel better about what happened. For what its worth... I told her I remembered and that I laughed... I don't think that I made her feel better.
I defend his response because if he would have instead had a chuckle with her and reflected on how funny it (he) was... She may have gotten the impression that he enjoys making other people look foolish and even dwells on those moments or worse she may get the impression that she and her "moment" were more significant than the other 120 people and their respective humiliating moment.
I had a moment this week.
I played in a golf tournament to benefit Els For Autism (http://www.e4agolf.com/). With 1,700 participants, over 8,000 donors, and nearly $2 million raised this event is the largest charity golf tournament in the world. The experience was incredible for many reasons and served as a relative milestone in my life.
I know that as time goes on only my teammate and I will remember the event and the excitement of teeing it up with a few of Golf's elite but it will remain a milestone in my life. The point that I will hold on to is kind of a ceremonial turn. Golfer's always wonder how they would handle the pressure of a gallery lining the tee box on the first hole of a big tournament. I have heard people say that it is particularly difficult to even tee the ball much less hit it. So I got the chance to answer that question last week in Las Vegas with my buddy Jeff Cook, 5 touring professionals, and a few hundred spectators. I always expected to swing conservatively if faced with this situation. It did cross my mind, but just in the nick of time, the prudent thought hit me... If you swing easy you are going to either fail miserably or hit a weak little shot... (both kind of stink) If you Swing as hard as you possibly can you are going to either fail miserably or hit it a quarter mile (1/4 mile would not stink)... then
I Swung as hard as I could and got away with it... Hit the ball nearly 400 yards and now have a moment. What would I do if I had to hit a golf shot with hundreds of people watching? Swing as hard as I can and hope the result is worth remembering?
I have to mention the simple 10 foot putt I missed on the last hole to lose the match... It was my "cant focus, cant hold still, cant remember how to hold the club moment". I kinda wonder if it looked like I was having a stroke because it sure felt like it.
boo blundersome. boo half-assed SIB.
the tim
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