Not much to write about today and will probably be making things up for Trina's letter later. Slept in because there was darn nice sleeping weather out there: cool and light rain first thing in the morning. Graded tests at work then went for a quick ride to the new Wal-Mart via the back way by the college. Got a couple of hiking poles because I'm thinking of climbing C Hill on Sunday for fun.
Every once in a while, I randomly wander through various Bloggers to confirm that everyone is living a far more interesting life than me. There are a lot of happy families, cute babies, and vacation pictures out there. This browsing around reminds me that someone once said (paraphrasing here), "The accepted wisdom is that we lock a thousand monkeys in a room with a thousand typewriters and, in time, one of them will write Hamlet. With the internet, we now know that's no longer true."
Yet every once in a while, a gem emerges. This week's winner is the blog of Sgt. Fay, United States Marine Corps, combat artist in residence at Camp Fallujah, Iraq. That man's got talent and makes me even more proud of our warriors serving near and far. His work will gain nationwide fame in the next couple of years, just you watch.
One sad or reassuring thing is most blogs from writers in my demographic are as nearly vanilla as mine. A vast majority of us don't write about a wide range of things: family problems, religion, eroticism, and other taboo subjects because we know our readership will be made uncomfortable by these insights to the private side of our psyche. It's far easier to praise Aunt Martha's cherry pie than it is to describe one's physical reaction to a hottie, yet for some of us, these feelings and beliefs are what power our passion for life and discovery. It seems something is missing when we set them aside because of good manners and political correctness.
Another sobering thought is my window for making change in the world is shrinking. I once believed that I had the tools and energy to make a difference and to help people, but my life is like Dilbert: work is without meaning or end, and tomorrow unfolds exactly as it did yesterday. Nothing changes and the years are becoming a blur.
Mark today on your calendar: my mid-life crisis has begun. Where's my sporty red Trans Am?
About finished with my stack of books and will be looking for new input. With my mood, it'll probably be a John Irving book.
Distance: 6.7 miles
Time: 33:59 minutes
374 calories burned
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