Spoiled Rotten; or, Stupid Cell Phone!

This is a lazy blog, nothing more than a YouTube link. But Louis CK says it so much better than I ever could. We're basically a bunch of spoiled losers, aren't we?

Here it is: Everything's amazing, nobody's happy.

Time Marches On; or, The Persistent Pendulum

It has been 17 days since my last blog post. Unacceptable, I know. But trying to keep up with time is like trying to catch a butterfly in your bare hand. Reminds me of a line from a poem I once wrote (unpublished, of course): "As I chase the elusive days/The years slip unseen out the back door."

I know I've written on this topic before, but it never ceases to astound me how elusive time can be. I always feel behind, and when I do get a free moment, it's not when I need it. It's usually when I'm waiting on a coach or someone to call me so I can finish a story, dangit.

Time used to move more slowly around here, or so I'm told. Now it's gotten so where I feel like if I'm not moving, then I'm not being productive. It was Andrew Jackson who said, "Take time to deliberate, but when the time for action arrives, stop thinking and go on." That's a two-fold lesson: Don't act without thinking, but don't think without acting. Hey, I think I like my version better. Anyway, I've been doing too much of the former – plowing on without taking time to think things through and educate myself.

Today at work, I actually had a rare chance to slow down and read through a basketball periodical I receive each month. Nothing in it related directly to the Mississippi State beat, but I think it was beneficial just to read some good writing and broaden my understanding of the basketball world outside my area of intense focus. It's easy to get wrapped up in one's own little world and forget that it exists in the context of a much larger one. Then you look up and realize you've missed a lot.

Like Tracy Lawrence sang, "Time marches on." I hope to learn how to keep up without having to march double-time.

Today's Redneck Thought: "The graveyard's full of folks that didn't have time to die." – Tim McGraw, "Nothin' to Die For"