The more I observe life and the lives of others and – when I am brave enough for self-observation – my own life, the more I believe that we are what we are by the force of our own nature, much more than any nurture we have received. Plenty of people have risen above their…
Category: (Gene)tic Rantings
Hip Shots, Vier
ΒΆ OK, Net typists, time for a few observations from the grumpy Gramps: Decide whether “ur” means “your” or “you are” and stick with it. Or, better, just type the extra letters. Take your time and be sure that you’re using “your” and “you’re” appropriately. Understand that “loose” refers to change in your pocket while…
Is Forrest Gump Smarter Than Barack Obama?
I am going to go ahead and make a snap judgment here and say that men in authority ought not make snap judgments and brash statements. It seems that our current president is finding that it is much easier to be a rock star and make carefully crafted speeches with the aid of a monitor…
Hip Shots, Tres
Mr. Summer: I am all done with you. You may be dismissed. Please return to the hellacious inferno from whence you came. Or…did you lose your way? The Sahara is east…waaaay east of here. Godspeed. To all those who “beg the question,” if all you are saying is that some event or thought raised a…
Dad Day Redux
Yesterday marked the nineteenth Father’s Day since my Dad took a jarring, premature detour into eternity. I still miss him and often consider how different life might have been had he remained. I am sure I don’t think about that as much as Mom, but I think about it. He was a good dad…better than…
The Over/Under Man
What I do not overvalue I underestimate. I put that as my Facebook status this morning because the thought hit me like a subway train. I realized that much of what I am today – and where – could be explained by my either overvaluing or underestimating a thing or person. I never saw myself…
Hip Shots, Deux
Quirky is cool. Donya and I visited Gerty‘s, a little shop in one of those antique mall type settings (only this is not an antique mall; it is more of a collection of quirky shops, catering mostly to women), which Donya’s mom and three other ladies own. As I browsed the various shops while trying…