On what comes next

2946 on what comes next

Next …

Always what’s next …

It’s good to have a next, you know.

Finished is better than good – but good is important – so make it as good as you can, but don’t try so hard to make it good that you never finish. Projects get finished. Finish what you start. Fix it later, or live with the flaws, but finish.

And then move on to the next. It’s good to have a next.

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Where true intelligence lies

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If a black cat and a golden dog can lie down face to face and enjoy each other’s company, why oh why is it so hard for homo sapiens? We are the same species, for crying out loud.

Of all the stupid things that make me question whether humanity really is the most intelligent of the beasts, this is near the top.

“Top of the food chain” doesn’t necessarily translate to “smartest.”

The fun of being good

Found in, of all places, a 100-year-old poetry textbook:

being goodNothing gives a man more happiness than the expression of that which is best in himself. Nothing, to speak colloquially, is more fun than being good.

Let a man once get a good strong taste of any particular virtue and know what it is like to practice it and the chances are that he will enjoy it so much that Satan will have little power over him with the opposite vice. That man will have to be tempted in another way.

When a rich man gives away large parts of his fortune in philanthropics of one kind or another, he is enjoying the virtue of generosity. When a man who could earn an excellent living in business continues to preach and teach at a low wage, he is enjoying his self-abnegation.

The virtue which we have tried, the virtue in which we believe, that alone will content us. And it is only the person who has never made a fair trial of “being good” in one way or another, who does not like it.

To be sure it is not always easy to be good in a world where goodness does not altogether control the popular imagination and where it is not always understood. But that fact makes it the more interesting.

— Marguerite Wilkinson

Shazam! It’s Captain Marvel

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One of my favorite all-time comic book superheroes flourished in the decade before I was born. A spunky orphan boy who was the world’s youngest radio newscaster met a wizard named Shazam who gave the boy the power to switch places with the awesome Captain Marvel simply by saying the wizard’s name, which was an acronym that stood for the wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the stamina of Atlas, the power of Zeus, the courage of Achilles, and the speed of Mercury. Continue reading “Shazam! It’s Captain Marvel”

A small rant concerning concerning

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I had an English teacher early in life, probably in sixth grade – they didn’t call it middle school then – who had a problem with substituting the word “like” for “as,” such as in the advertising jingle, “Winston tastes good like a cigarette should.”

I thought it was silly at the time to get your undies in a bundle over it, but as years have passed, I think my teacher and I are like minded.

My brain feels a discordant jolt when someone uses “impact” as a verb. Once upon a time, my teacher’s concerns had an impact on me. It would have been improper to say her words impacted me, as if I were a tooth. Continue reading “A small rant concerning concerning”

How to fix baseball

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When I was a 9-year-old boy in New Jersey, a brand-new National League team started in New York. Now, to my knowledge, there had never been a National League baseball team in New York … there was only the prideful American League team, the Yankees. Nine-year-old boys like shiny new things almost as much as they like battered old things, and so I was instantly a fan of the New York Mets.

Years later my brother gave me a cassette of a 1965 game between the New York Mets and the Milwaukee Braves. It was wonderful to hear Lindsey Nelson, Ralph Kiner and Bob Murphy calling the Mets game again.

Two things struck me after the top of the first inning. The first thing was that Lindsey Nelson read a commercial for Viceroy cigarettes. Cigarettes! You can’t even advertise cigarettes anymore. Continue reading “How to fix baseball”