First and foremost, we're alive. That's pretty fucking great, even as we sometimes focus too narrowly on the things that aren't (present company really guilty). And according to the highest authority in the land, we're alive at the greatest moment in human history. In a guest essay for Wired, Barack Obama said, "...the truth is, if you had to choose any time in the course of human history to be alive, you’d choose this one. Right here in America, right now." (He also admitted to being a Trekkie, which we probably should've known - the ears, and all.)
The fundamental optimism of his essay stands in stark contrast to the elemental doom projected by the GOP Presidential nominee, which is just one more of a thousand reasons why I'm going to greatly miss President Obama. As, after a time, will nearly all of us.
Shlara had an inkling that I'd be writing this kind of post today, because she linked to a story about finding happiness in being present in the comments of the previous post. Penned by a former touring musician, it explores the notion of the relativity of joy and peace. When the author, stuck washing dishes in a bar owned by Michael Stipe, questions the R.E.M. frontman's complaints about having a bad day, he gets a lesson. According to Stipe, “Getting rich and famous only solves two problems. Not being famous and not having any money. And it hands you a whole new set of problems you never knew you could have.”
Here's to the problems we've got, and may they pale in comparison to the joy at hand all around us.
This is Lynden Gooch. He's an American. You'll hear more about him. |
We're odds on favorites to advance to our eighth consecutive World Cup, needing only to finish in the top three of the six teams (besides us, it's Mexico, Costa Rica, Panama, Trinidad & Tobago, and Honduras), but there are no guarantees. After playing Mexico at home, we play at Costa Rica, and there's a non-zero chance that we start in a hole. Getting a result in at least one of those two matches would go a long way to easing the nerves of American soccer fans.
Finally, the thing that's probably got me the happiest at the moment is the fact that college basketball season is a mere month away. On the same night that the U.S. entertains Mexico in Columbus, a handful of really good games tips off the season. Indiana plays Kansas and Arizona takes on Michigan State in the Armed Forces Classic, getting the season off to a quick start.
Guys, I think this is the Tribe's year.
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I guess this solves the age-old riddle of "What do Michael Stipe and Biggie have in common?"
it's my thesis. i can finally stop watching television.
PCU - well referenced. Droz lives.
Everyone got lei'd.
i don't know why this election is making people nervous. whatever happens, nothing much is going to change. we'll still have hot water, AC, indoor plumbing, the internet, and soccer. the only thing i worry about is the fate of the national parks system.
lei'd was the party from real genius. at the pit, in pcu, everyone gets laid.
and dave, if you think we're still gonna have soccer when the white nationalists run the government, you're out of your fucking mind.
this election has ramped my cursing volume way, way, way the fuck up.
See? It's not all bad. I openly curse in front of my teen stepdaughter and have for a while now. It's how I really talk and I'm quite sure she and her friends are at least as prolific in their cursing. It's good for the fucking family.
my 15 year-old casually drops f-bombs so often at this point that i've given up trying to punish her. she won. little fucker.
Everyone got lei'd is from a Unit M party circa fall 1995. My 5 year old says "fuckermother" when it would be appropriate to say "motherfucker." It sounds funny when you read it in the comments but isn't funny in front of zmother-in-law.
My wife and I heard our 10 year old asking his brother "What the Fuck?" the other day. It seemed legit, so we didn't say intervene.
six straight comments with at least one use of 'fuck'. obama was right - this is a fucking glorious time to be alive.
have just lucked into ticket for tonight's l.a. kings home opener at sTaples center
FUCK. YEAH.
I say "fuckermother" under my breath around some of my son's friends. As in, "Holy shit kid, If I was single, I would fuck yer mother."
Maybe zson learned this from you? In other news, Hillary Clinton apparently likes to swear a lot and "fuck" is her primary curseword of choice.
Fuck is my favorite word. Extremely versatile and expressive.
Nice score by, Teej. You're doing the west coast right. Enjoy the fucking hockey.
i'm going to stone brewery for dinner on monday. fuck and yes.
just ate at Langer's deli - that joint is legit
way to blow it, teejay.
at a high school football game. it's 41-0 at half. it's a fucking bloodbath.
fuck off, midge
Picked up The Blind Leading the Naked today. So choice.
I saw the Femmes in June. They've still got it.
I saw Squeeze (for the first time since 1987) and the English Beat this week. Unbelievably good, sold out show. See them.
Greetings from Williamsburg Gheorghies. Hello Dave.
On the yearly golf trip w the guys. 9pm bed time last night. That's a first,
Getting old Dan. Make us proud.
Spending the day with Clarence. My evening may not wand as early.
Marls has Clarence's wand on his mind.
My custom made Ric Flair/Arn Anderson tshirt came in the mail yesterday. I should sell these. It's tremendous.
For the first time in dozens of fishing jaunts, zson dropped his rod into the pond. We were standing on a balcony type of thing so I had to fashion a lasso out of vines to fish the rod out. The rod was the only thing I fished out of the pond today.
Would be a brutal Homecoming for the Clemson alums if they choke this one away to the Wolfcamp.
my son alex, who got stung by a swarm of yellowjackets a few weeks ago (including a couple stings on the testicles) got hit by a car today . . . a turning car that wasn't going too fast, and he's fine-- we spent a couple hours in the emergency room and nothing is broken and there's no blood in his urine, he's just got some bruises and scrapes, but he's having a banner start to this school year.
good lord, man
2016 can eat a dick, for sure.
a-fucking-men
Shitty story. Sorry Dave. At least the kid is ok.
Spent time at a fundraiser/mini-summit with TR where a guy we both know and like rationalized his vote for Trump. We all agreed to end the discussion before fisticuffs ensued.
RIP Dennis Byrd. Fuck 2016 indeed.
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