My, how this season has changed…

Mood: Weary

Weather: Cold and Windy

Listening To: a little George Gershwin in the background

Tonight my team won their seventh game of the season by a score of 49-26, maintaining their undefeated season and continuing their place atop the summit of the league.

My guys played hard against a strong defense and shut down a potent, high-post offense.

However, there is something else that I am concerned about…

During tonight`s game, some of the parents for the opposing team were a bit dramatic.

After my team had executed yet another solid Pick and Roll play, one of the opposing players` mothers stood up and screamed at the referee that my players were “blocking” and that we were “playing dirty in general.”

During a time out, the referee calmly explained to some of the mothers what “setting a pick” is and that it is quite legal.

After the game was over, I heard some of the opposing team’s parents/family make sneering comments. That I had brought in ringers, that my players were too old, and/or I had somehow manipulated the system in order to field this team of excellent players.

My, how this season has changed…

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Still they came… …and there I Stood

Mood: my Mind is Swimming

Weather: Cold and Gray

Reading: the Writing on the Wall

Listening To: the Music in my Head

Today, I had to have a reprieve from the long hours of working and studying.

I drove my wife/daughter to work this morning and took a little drive to the outskirts of town.

I found a nice wide-open pasture, the low grass showed that it was a grazing field but I did not pay it much attention.

I walked around the field for a while, enjoying the nature.

It seems that I am a man of a fine balance. I must have a city, a culture to live in – but I must also have a pastoral countryside to relax and refresh my creative soul.

I had been walking for a little while and I found a nice little dry spot to lay down. I stretched out on the cold rough grass of the pasture and looked up into the swirling gray sky. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander.

I heard symphonies in the winds, with the birds singing sweetly in the distance.

I heard the distant lowing of cows and the neigh of horse in a ranch nearby.

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I Will Be A Success

Mood: still Busy

Weather: Cold and Cloudy

Reading: Tao of Jeet Kune Do by Bruce Lee

Listening To: the War album by u2

Last night I made the fatal mistake of falling asleep before 10 pm. I woke up a little after midnight and couldn`t go back to sleep until around 7 in the morning. I then woke up promptly at 9:09 and started my day, as usual.

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No Time To Waste…

Mood: still very Busy

Weather: Bitter Cold and Gray

Reading: The Attributes of God by Stephen Charnock

Listening To: The Dandy Warhols, Come Down

It`s been a day since I closed the doors of this journal to the “prying eyes” of the general public and curiously, I`ve found that the visits I`m receiving are still pretty consistent. I`m still averaging around a hundred people a day. Curious…

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Think on these things

Mood: Busy, Busy, Busy

Weather: Snowing

Reading: Augustine`s Confessions

Listening To: Claude DeBussy`s, Claire de Lune

“…whatever is true, whatever is worthy of respect, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if something is excellent or praiseworthy, think on these things.”

from Apostle Paul`s letter to the Phillipians

Chapter 4, Verse 8

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Short, but conspicuous lives…

Mood: Contemplative

Weather: Very, Very, Cold with Light Snow

Reading: The Existence and Attributes of GOD by Stephen Charnock

Listening To: Pearl Jam`s Binaural

I was talking to my mother recently about my daughter and we got in to a discussion, comparing/contrasting her early years to mine.

I was mentioning my daughter`s little way of “reading” books. She will hold the book and seem to read it aloud, but she is actually making-up the story by looking at the illustrations. This, to me, seems rather clever.

My mother pointed out that I was reading `Little Golden Books` when I was three years old. I responded that I had the benefit of the Head Start program and watching Sesame Street every day.

My mother argued that when I started reading I hadn`t yet started attending the Head Start day care facility, and that I didn`t start going there until I was almost five.

Facts that were verifiable… and I hadn`t really considered.

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