There are two kinds of people, no more, I say. Not the good and the bad, for it's well understood that the good are half bad and the bad are half good. Not the happy and sad, for the swift-flying years bring each man his laughter and each man his tears. Not the rich and the poor, for to count a man's wealth you must first know the state of his conscience and health. Not the humble and proud, for in life's busy span he who puts on vain airs is not counted a man. No! The two kinds of people on earth I mean are the people who lift and people who lean. I'd like to meet the lifters...
ATHLETIC FEATS WORTH HONORABLE MENTIONS
goonies, the usual suspects, bull durham, shawshank redemption, fight club, shag, love actually, the sandlot, darjeeling limited, i heart huckabees, oceans anything, indiana anything, and really, let's save ferris...
I have three televisions in my place. One of them is plugged into the DVD player. The other two are official dust collectors, taking space on the shelf and creating the guise that we are normal americans with regular television needs and wants. (we're not.) I generally prefer other activities to watching the television and have found myself catching more sleep and delicious literature with tv's absence from my life. I DO wish, however, that I could watch a little bit of primary coverage though. I'm dependent on my interweb for satisfaction.
"I thought I might throw the book away or maybe even burn it, but like a perfectly good outgrown sweater, it seems a shame to destroy it when the world was full of people who might get some use out of it. With this in mind, I carried the book to the grocery store parking lot and tossed it into the bed of a shining new pickup truck. Whistling out of apprehension and nervous relief, I took up my post beside the store's outdoor vending machine, waiting until the truck's owner returned pushing a cart full of groceries. He was a wiry man with fashionable mutton-chop sideburns and a half cast on his arm. As he placed the bags in the back of the truck, his eyes narrowed upon the book. I watched as he picked it up and leafed through the first few pages before raising his head to search the parking lot, combing the area as if he might spot either a surveillance camera or, preferably a vanload of naked swingers pressing their bare breasts against that windows and inviting him to join the fun. He took a cigarette from his pocket and tapped it against the roof of the truck before lighting it. Then he slipped the book into his back pocket and drove away."Most recent recommendation: The Pillars of the Earth Still recommending: East of Eden, Power of One (NOT a self-help book!), Out of Africa, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah, A Fine Balance, Life of Pi, Traveling Mercies, and anything Sedaris
What's in a hero? One whom is distinguished by exceptional courage, nobility, and strength; one who fights for a cause; or one who is the best example. For me, the title of "HERO" is not limited to any one, but rather, is a growing list of reasons to do my best, to continue to grow and learn, to give what I can, when I can, as I can... My current list: His Holiness the Dalai Lama, John Muir, Billie Jean King, Sir Edmund Hillary and these chicks in Afghanistan are quite stellar too...