I’m on a plane! That generally means it is time to spend some time gathering up…
Some Thoughts:
- Wedding bells are ringing for the Talis-family. I’m entirely stressed out about it because the moment is big and I want the moment to be right… and I have no idea what that means—not for me or us or any of the handful of people who’ll be in attendance. It has to be beautiful and outdoors. The moment should be wonderful. The pictures leading up to it ought to be amazing. I have thoughts of shots at a garden, in the woods, at the X-Mansion… All of that needs to happen. Where I get fuzzy is about where the actual event occurs and, more to the point, what happens after in terms of a celebration for the family and how we do that without all of the work falling on her and I as the Matriarch and Patriarch respectively. I will get past the stress. I just need to do that faster.
- The football stuff is becoming more and more of a daily interaction for me. Call it excitement. My football career was measured in numbers of practices… and losses. There was no real sense of having a chance to do something on a national level like my Drake kid is experiencing. I am happy for him on so many different levels. Let’s recap: He had four head coaches in four years of high school, receiving consistent position coaching for two of those years. Most notably he was forced to change to safety due to a lack of people able to do the job his senior year, further degrading his chance to get a scholarship. He winds up at Drake as a 17 yr old kid competing with 5th year seniors. He is now one of two freshmen playing at all at his position and considered to be the #1 or #2 cover corner on the squad. Saturday’s game vs. Morehead St. represents a chance to be AQ for the 24 team national championship tourney.
- Finally had a chance to closely observe someone ‘raw dogging’ a plane ride. For those who do not know the term, let me preface this by telling you it is stupid. In fact, stop reading now if you don’t want to be infected by stupidity…
- No, you’re gonna keep going? Okay. To raw dog means to spend the entirety of the flight watching the digital readout of where the plane is presently located. In other words, you’re watching a digital version of the plane minutely creep across a map… like an idiot. My guy kept switching between the close up and wide view, as if this was at all relevant to his current situation. Mostly it is not. Once in a sardine-like plane, you’re committed. Watching the dang thing on a screen is a useless redundancy that merely reflects on how absorbed you are with memes and internet culture; not in the academic sense, but in the ‘give me purpose, meaning, and activity’ sense. Sad. Humanity is really not going to make it past this planet, are we?