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 a thinning 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 task the other day for being a fan of the Dallas Cowboys, who, as my tormentor pointed out, “Suck, man.” I gently reminded the pigskin peanut brain that the Cowboys have made eight Super Bowl appearances and have won five Lombardi trophies. The predictably tired and irretrievably ignorant retort was (of…
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…