update
Ok, my intuitions were proven incorrect like two minutes after I posted the previous blog.
Daytime classes are all cancelled tomorrow at Bethel.
Noon hoops is on.
Ok, my intuitions were proven incorrect like two minutes after I posted the previous blog.
Daytime classes are all cancelled tomorrow at Bethel.
Noon hoops is on.
At 9 p.m. this evening, Jeanie got the text announcing no school tomorrow. We should all be so lucky. Alas, I will get no such text tonight, and I’m betting I will find myself in front of a class full of students who, having banked on a snow day, will have not read the assignment for the day. Ok, I wouldn’t bet my next paycheck or anything. Let’s just call it an intuition.
By the way, I did p90x, chest, shoulders, and triceps tonight. Guess what I’m bringing to the party?
Driving home last evening, I noticed something on the western horizon. The sun. The time: 5:45 p.m. It’s a small thing, but the early sunsets of winter are slowly coming later and later, and that makes me happy. I don’t measure winter in degrees or inches of snow. I measure it in daylight. I can handle more cold days and more snow days, and who knows how many of these there will be.
But one thing I can count on–the days will get longer, sun will set later. I’ll take it.
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Lord willing, I’m going to China! (I hate exclamation points–too much like laughing at your own joke; but I felt that sentence warranted one.)
Anyhow, I’m going back to China. Last trip was Spring of 2004–the Great Wall, the Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square, Wong Fu Jing, Silk Market, etc. Best part is hanging with the Bethel students, though.
Worst part is the nearly crippling jet lag that hits upon your return.
Worth it, though.
Some rule changes needed in both college and the NBA:
1. Eliminate media timeouts.
2. No live ball timeouts. If the ball is in play, you cannot bail yourself out of lousy play by calling timeout. The only time a timeout can be called is either when the clock is stopped or after a made basket before the ball is inbounded.
3. Each team would be allowed 2 full and 2 30-second timeouts per half.
4. Halftime reduced to ten minutes.
p.s. And though it’s not a “rule” change, in college, the officials need to do a much better job of protecting shooters by calling the foul when there is contact. I don’t mind that they let some contact go un-whistled when the offensive player is clearly initiating the body contact, but it’s gotten bad, and the quality of basketball in college has declined dramatically in the past ten to fifteen years in part because of it (and mostly because of AAU–but that’s another story).
Some ways to improve the NFL:
1. 10 minute quarters.
2. Each team would be allowed a 20 man active roster.
3. To be eligible to kick a field goal, a player must have played in the previous offensive play. (effectively eliminating kicking specialists).
4. Deepen the end zone to twenty yards, goal posts stationed at back of end zone.
5. All games played outdoors on natural grass.
6. Eliminate 2-minute warning.
Tune in next time for rule changes that would improve basketball.
Something happened to my hip while playing basketball today. I don’t know if it’s possible to sprain your hip, but that’s what it felt like–the awful tweaking of a joint when it twists or extends in a direction it should not.
It does not hurt sitting here watching free NBA league pass on television, but it’s torture walking up the stairs. So I will stay here under my sleeping bag, fire roaring a few feet away, Steve Nash torching the Wizards on TV.
Jeanie says I complain too much about my aches and pains. She has the highest pain threshold of any person I have ever met.
To write 300 blog entries in one year, one must average 25 entries per month, or about 5.8 entries per week.
I shall have to pick up the pace. Should I write more about “everything” or more about “nothing,” and under which category does this particular entry fall?
My office is nearly twice the size it was for most of last semester, and I cannot begin to tell you the difference that space has made for my state of mind. I hadn’t realized how crowded and cluttered I had felt until now, having been given room to stretch out and air to breathe these past several weeks. I felt this same way when we moved out of a house that was crammed in between two other houses a few years back. It is cliche to say that you can take the boy out of the country but you can’t take the country out of a boy, but there may be something to it in my case. In the country there is space, and I have realized that I need the room to bloom and grow.
I mean no metaphor, here. I am simply thankful for a bigger office in which I feel much more at ease entertaining the visitors who happen to drop in. Perhaps I am more hospitable now, which is good, since I am sure that I have entertained angels unaware.
I sure hope so.
“If you know what you are going to write when you’re writing a poem, it’s going to be average."
-Derek Walcott
I’m thinking of a possible new topic for a seminar in literature next fall. I’d call it “Bethel Favorites” and have a dozen different faculty, staff, and recent alumni pick a favorite literary work. The seminar members would read and discuss the work, but the faculty, staff, or alumni would come and present a guest lecture on how and why they “love” the piece of literature, how it speaks to them, how it has enchanted or mentored them over the years.
The implicit thesis of a course like this would be that our favorite works say something about what we are. “Tell me what you read, and I will tell you what you are.”
The kind of sleddding/tubing–ours are neither sleds nor tubes but more like the things you see in the picture–that produces the most ecstatic laughter in my four year old daughter involves great crashes at the bottom of the hill. Sydney lies on her inflated “Rudolph the Reindeer” sled and I plow into her full bore, sending her and Rudolph hurtling, powdery snow showering us both.
Her riotous laughter, contagious.
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“By the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes."
-2nd Witch, Macbeth, Shakespeare
Today was the…
1. First MERT meeting of the semester.
2. First class of the semester: “Sermon on the Mount & Story."
3. First office hour of the semester.
4. First time sledding this year.
5. First day of the rest of my life.
“Papa, I just had to come in and say I love you."
I guess it couldn’t wait until I finished my shower. That’s okay; I’ll let it slide. This time.
Number of of posts on this site in 2008: 47
Number of posts on this site in 2009: 107
Number of posts on this site in 2010: 96
Number of posts on this site so far in 2011: 3
Number of posts the author of this site has set for himself as a goal this year: 300
Number of days this year the author of this site will likely have absolutely nothing to say: 365
Number of entries this year in which the author will reference p90x: 93
Percentage of entries in the history of this blog that have been fictional or semi-fictional: 89
Percentage of entries in 2010 that were simply quotations from other authors: 62
Percentage of entries in the history of blog that have been true: 99.44
Number of times the author of this entry has fabricated a statistic: 5
Percentage of Bethel College students who should faithfully read this blog: 0
Number of walks in the woods author of blog has taken with his dog this year: 1
Percentage of those walks in which he accidentally trespassed onto private property: 100
Number of other human beings encountered during those walks: 0
Perfect temperature in Celsius for walking in the woods during January: -3
Favorite number: 33
Number of homeruns by author during 2010 fastpitch season: 11
Year of career high in homeruns (18): 2008
Number of times author has been runner-up in the World Series of Wiffleball: 2
Number times author has been world champion in the World Series of Wiffleball: 0
Most free throws author has ever made in a row: 125
Next best: 89
Most three pointers author has ever made in a row: 37
Shoe size: 11
Number of books read cover to cover in 2010: 49
Number of episodes of the Wonder Years author watched today while working out: 4
Age as of today: 40
Age as of tomorrow: 41
Reason #1:
Because if I don’t workout hard on a regular basis, it becomes painful to play basketball and nearly impossible to concentrate while trying to read and comment on essays.
Reason #2:
Because I like being able to do more than five pullups without feeling like I want to pass out.
Reason #3:
Because I can’t help myself; it’s a habit now.
Reason #4:
Because I like bringing two guns and a six pack to the party.
Reason #5:
Because if those people on the commercial can do it, why can’t I?
Reason #6:
Because I like sweet baby ray’s barbecue sauce way too much, and if I didn’t burn A LOT of calories virtually every day I might be ginormously fat.
…. to be continued….
Today, Sydney hit the longest homerun of her relatively short wiffleball career, a towering bomb to left-center field. I tossed one to her at the knees and out over the plate and she let go with the smoothest left-handed swing I’ve seen her make, head perfectly to ball. Crack! Papa laughs.
Not just because it’s January and we’re playing wiffleball, not just because Sydney is four and requested wiffleball, but because his daughter cackled as she raced around the imaginary bases in our frozen backyard.
“Good pitch, Papa!” she said, as she picked up the bat. “If we played for the Cubbies, we’d be stars.”
