We needed tough lessons as children. An occasional playground fight was expected as the norm, and if we complained to our mother that we were being teased, we were treated to this glorious aphorism: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” My mom used to say that all the time, one of the seemingly endless adages she had at her disposal to deal with any of life’s problems. To this day I think long and hard about the practical application that dogma had on my life.
The idea that you could actually choose whether or not to be hurt by words: that was huge for me. Even though it has been repeated ad nauseam for generations, “sticks and stones” really is a powerful bit of philosophy to a kid. That’s one of the great things about being a parent: you can spout nothing but clichés, and yet, to your child, you come off as one of the great thinkers in Western culture.
–from MEAN DADS FOR A BETTER AMERICA, by Tom Shillue
Heres a little travelogue- with focus on the travel part (i left my phone in my bag all weekend)
(OK the last post seemed like it had no sound.) Here's the headline video- as I said it's just me thinking aloud about what would make me want to click on a headline when I'm scrolling...
I thought I might beat Michael to this post. Look at this video how often do you do this? I recorded all our entrances including Greg and then I went around the panel to show all the people who are on tonight- then I pressed the button to stop but I wasn’t taping (i do this a lot)
Thank you for reminding me. I wanted to talk about our post-show hangout in Memphis and here it is:
“Ensconsed in”
Las Cruces NM.
Man my tucas is sore!
387 miles, 6 hours of seat time.
We carted all of our extraneous loose gear into the hotel.
As we were making our haul, some guy told us we were being smart, that he’d left a bag of trash in his pickup.
Someone stole it…
“Making like”
A Baby, and heading out.
We are headed to Las Cruces NM today, 387 miles. We’ve to ‘pick em up, and put them down’ as we are enroute to @KevinProudTexan ‘s slice of paradise. It should take us 4 days at 300 miles a day. That’s at least 5 hours of seat time.
My formerly expansive derrière is going to be wore out by the time we get to Kevin’s place.
