Category: commentary

Talent is the desire for practice.
— Malcom Gladwell

Do you agree?

(image courtesy of blary54)

Someone close to where I live apparently forgets about the can of pop on the top of their car, like MULTIPLE TIMES A WEEK.

You would think they would notice how much Mr. Pibb they’re wasting.

Makes me want to set up a camera just to find out who it is.

Seriously.   Several times a week.

• I want to be flexible and not stubborn, stiff-necked and stuck in my ways.
• I want to have the courage to say “I don’t know” and then earnestly seek understanding and knowledge.
• I want to be an encouragement, not someone who sucks the life and passion out of people.
• I want to be excited about the exercise of passion and creativity.
• I want to listen, hear and understand what people are saying to me not just nod my head and then forget it.
• I want to be genuine and honest. I want people to know the real me, not just my public face.
• I want to care about people with my actions not just my words.
• I want to view people not by outward appearances or by numbers and statistics but with discernment.
• I want to be approachable and friendly, taking time out for people even when it interrupts my schedule.
• I want to speak the truth in love, not just speak the truth.
• I want to people to have good, solid reasons to trust me.
• I want to let other people take the credit for something awesome.

So, how about you?

when I was a kid I saved my money and bought a freestyle bike

a silver dyno compe with a rotor

it was sweet

my friend jeremy and i built sweet ramps with my dad’s tools

we…i crashed a lot

jeremy’s bike didn’t have a rotor, but his brakes worked better

i subscribed to freestylin’ magazine

i drew pictures of dennis mccoy

saw a freestyle bike show in a parking lot

amazing

i bought some sweet dyno fingerless gloves

and a vision street wear shirt

wore the t-shirt to school one day

the skaters called me a poser

i don’t think i wore that shirt again

and i started liking computers more than my sweet dyno

Couple things that bug me:

Pickled Peppers.

Who picks pickled peppers? Is anything pickled and still on the vine?

No.

Even if he picked them from the store, why would pickled peppers not be in a jar of pickle juice?

Makes no sense.  What a crock of a nursery rhyme, I say.

Cinnamon.

How is it that red-hots and Big Red gum have a “cinnamon” flavor, while the “cinnamon” spice is something totally different?

Grr.

Canada Dry Ginger Ale.

How can a wet drink be dry?