Heraclitus once said, «Κανένας άνθρωπος δεν πατάει ποτέ στο ίδιο ποτάμι δύο φορές, γιατί δεν είναι το ίδιο ποτάμι και δεν είναι ο ίδιος άνθρωπος.»* Let me try that again: "No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he's not the same man."**
That saying has been rattling around in my head for the past few days. An outlet offered to get me credentialed. After thinking about it, the appropriate answer seems to be, "No." I'm overhauling my studio, contemplating another degree, writing a book, considering a possible arts internship, writing a play, and resolving to have more fun. Did I mention I have a cello, a sword for Tai Chi and more drums than an adult should own? Yeah, there's that. No. YOU grow up!
Writing about hockey is fun again. I'm taking the Olympic break to think about this. Sitting in the best seat ever with a lap full of smolcat who watches the puck is far more conducive to having things to say than having to duck into the Zamboni hut just to get warm enough to operate my camera. Also, no bullies, no gropers, no idiot freak stalkers who threatened to have me removed because they didn't like my politics or religion. Since going into the ministry is still on the table, I won't employ the language a former player used when I explained why I didn't want to go back.
"Is it really going back? Things change." This is from a colleague. He's being all wise and making sense and he needs to stop. I remind him that Saint Hunter S. Thompson held out for a Sunday Ticket subscription to cover NFL late in his career. He barely wrote a word about football.
I would be under no such constraints. My streaming sub affords me oodles of sports and if I decide to get all twee and cover, say, cricket, it's there. There's the added feature of all the Marvel and Star Wars material I could ever want to see and Only Murders in the Building. Better living through recreational chemicals is not a want or need. Droids and SportsCenter? Let's talk.
I might also decide one week to write about music. Or gnocchi. Life is short. Take the cannoli.
Squeak!
Churchmouse
*Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's modern Greek. I don't have the font or the patience to parse it out in the Classical Greek I learned at -say it with me- Memphis State University. Dad used to say I learned more creative ways to waste time at MSU.
**And another thing. I thought this was from Confucius. 没有人会两次踏入同一条河,因为不是同一条河,他们不是同一个人。
1. Don't be impressed. I used Google Translate.
That saying has been rattling around in my head for the past few days. An outlet offered to get me credentialed. After thinking about it, the appropriate answer seems to be, "No." I'm overhauling my studio, contemplating another degree, writing a book, considering a possible arts internship, writing a play, and resolving to have more fun. Did I mention I have a cello, a sword for Tai Chi and more drums than an adult should own? Yeah, there's that. No. YOU grow up!
Writing about hockey is fun again. I'm taking the Olympic break to think about this. Sitting in the best seat ever with a lap full of smolcat who watches the puck is far more conducive to having things to say than having to duck into the Zamboni hut just to get warm enough to operate my camera. Also, no bullies, no gropers, no idiot freak stalkers who threatened to have me removed because they didn't like my politics or religion. Since going into the ministry is still on the table, I won't employ the language a former player used when I explained why I didn't want to go back.
"Is it really going back? Things change." This is from a colleague. He's being all wise and making sense and he needs to stop. I remind him that Saint Hunter S. Thompson held out for a Sunday Ticket subscription to cover NFL late in his career. He barely wrote a word about football.
I would be under no such constraints. My streaming sub affords me oodles of sports and if I decide to get all twee and cover, say, cricket, it's there. There's the added feature of all the Marvel and Star Wars material I could ever want to see and Only Murders in the Building. Better living through recreational chemicals is not a want or need. Droids and SportsCenter? Let's talk.
I might also decide one week to write about music. Or gnocchi. Life is short. Take the cannoli.
Squeak!
Churchmouse
*Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's modern Greek. I don't have the font or the patience to parse it out in the Classical Greek I learned at -say it with me- Memphis State University. Dad used to say I learned more creative ways to waste time at MSU.
**And another thing. I thought this was from Confucius. 没有人会两次踏入同一条河,因为不是同一条河,他们不是同一个人。
1. Don't be impressed. I used Google Translate.
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