Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote one of the most beautiful, transcendent, enduring love poems in all of human history: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace….
Category: Life Experience
Virtual Reality: the stimulation of simulation
Why am I just now realizing that “stimulate” and “simulate” are only separated by one lousy “t”? While I am basking in the wonder of my discovery, let me ask another nagging question: Why do we find simulating to be so stimulating? (Think Fantasy Football, xBox/PlayStation games, SIMS and other virtual reality “games” or worlds,…
Some godly men I have known and you should meet
Yesterday, wonderful people from parts of our past stopped by on Facebook to congratulate Donya and me on 34 years of marriage. Just seeing some of the names afforded an opportunity to revisit those places where we left large chunks of our lives and pieces of our hearts. One of the notes was from Cathy…
Memorial Day Memories: Me and Captain Hook
Circa 1972. He was an old man when I was a young boy. He was gaunt, grayed, and scraggly. His voice had that quality that reminded you of the sound your sneakers make when you shuffle your feet on a gravel road. Beneath athinning mop of hair was a narrow face with hollow cheeks and…
If you fail to succeed, remember…
Success is failure. Ever feel like a failure? Ever look around at friends or family and think, “So-and-so has it going on and look at me?” Ever look at someone’s happy selfies and family photos on Facebook or Instagram and feel like an utter, unmitigated, complete failure? No? Me neither. (I will stop lying if…
Hey, Kids. History matters!
A football genius took me to taskthe other day for being a fan of the Dallas Cowboys, who, as mytormentor pointed out, “Suck, man.” I gently reminded the pigskin peanut brainthat the Cowboys have made eight Super Bowl appearances and have won five Lombardi trophies. The predictably tired and irretrievably ignorant retort was (of course),…
Clubbin’ with the Cavemen (A word to girls about the nature of the hunter)
I was listening to smooth, dulcet tones of Norah Jones this morning when a song titled “Soon the New Day” came on. It is a collaboration with rapper Talib Kewli and has a nice vibe to it. It also has a stark, sobering message, if you really listen to it. Listen up, girls. I am…
He’s Brent Musburger (Old people are funny)
If you are not old enough to remember that long before ESPN ruled the sports world (or was even invented),—when CBS had NFC games, NBC covered the AFC, and ABC had Monday Night Football; when Brent Musburger was the smooth, never-a-queue-or-muss-a-word original host of the CBS studio show, The NFL Today—then you are forbidden to…
Let’s hear it for the man! (The sincere sentiments of a grateful dad)
Before Edward Frys, one of America’s premiere cakers (that is my short word for cake maker & baker), proposed to my daughter Holly, he proposed to me. Like the gentleman he is, he took me to dinner to tell me that he loves my daughter, that she completes him, and that he intends to make…
There is a river!
There is a river, the streams whereof make glad the city of God, the dwelling place of the Most High. God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved; God will help her at the break of day. Psalm 46:4 This is one of my favorite verses. (I have about a thousand…