Life as an Extreme Sport

Tuna Tuesday*: “Zeus, You’re Being Such a Butthead!”

One of the worst things you could tell me, when I was a teenager, was that we all grow up to become our parents. Actually, becoming my father wasn’t that bad an idea – my dad is funny, snarky, has a fantastically contagious laugh, and he made me the geek I am today. But oh, becoming Mom? Full body shivers and complete denial. I would never become my mother. Ever. Over my dead body. Thankfully, it didn’t take her dead body for me to realize that I am my mother’s child, as much as I am my father’s child. It was a slow revelation that crept up on my in my early 20s, as I made peace with my parents and the hormones and crankiness of the teen years flushed out of my system. Of course, being difficult, I noticed the negative traits first. Anyone who has ever noticed that

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the more things change…

There is the difference that in geometry everyone is of a mind that usually nothing is put down in writing without there being a sound demonstration for it; thus the inexperienced more frequently err on the side of assenting to what is false, wanting as they do to give the appearance of understanding it, than on the side of denying what is true. But it is the reverse in philosophy: since it is believed that there is no issue that cannot be defended from either side, few look for the truth, and many more prowl about for a reputation for profundity by arrogantly challenging whichever arguments are the best. -Descartes, Letter of Dedication, Meditations on First Philosophy …the more things stay the same.

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Whistles of the Wind

Whistles the wind Blowin’ my way Sweepin’ me back, back here to stay Can winners be losers? Runnin’ on the same track While some head for glory, others we crash Well it breaks my heart to see you this way The beauty in life where’s it gone And somebody told me you were doin’ okay But somehow I guess they were wrong My isolation Now there’s a sobering thought A minute alone, a lifetime too long See the face in this mirror So pale it could crack Desperately wantin’ the color it lacks Well it breaks my heart to see you this way The beauty in life where’s it gone And somebody told me you were doin’ okay But somehow I guess they were wrong So you drank with the lost souls For too many years Tied to their ankles now crippled with fear Never been righteous though seldom were

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