The stories we tell about our lives are not true. It’s not that we are liars, but we don’t remember what really happen. For proof of this watch family members fight over a piece of family history that everyone was present for. The truth that is contained in the stories we tell is the truth of who we thought we were, who we think we are, or who we would like to be.
I don’t own a TV. Well that’s not true. I own a very nice TV/DVD combination, but it has been in its box since February (my last move). So with the exception of a little Sportscenter late at night on the road I don’t watch TV. Being at my folks over Christmas I managed to watch more TV in those three weeks than I did in the whole year prior (and I don’t think that is hyperbola). I watched way to much stuff, but one thing I saw on TV really challenged me (which is nice for time to time to have the idiot box challenge you), but it came in the oddest of places, VH1. The name of the show was called Driven. The show isn’t too different from Behind the Music, but the way Driven tells the story of an artist is through interviews with the people from a persons life. They interview grade school teachers, soccer coaches, high school friends, and relatives. The crux of the show is showing how hard the particular artist worked to get where they are, to show how driven they are/were.
Now I have no idea how true the stories told were. Not that I am doubting the integrity of any of the people who were interviewed, but the show is a colasue of perspectives, none of them complete. With bits and pieces of lots interviews, I sure the producers could have told lots of stories, and given the particular artist different histories. None of that is really important. What is important is the fact that there are people out in the world who are driven (rock stars not with standing).
1. What does it say in the signature line of your emails?
“Preach the Gospel at all times. If necessary, use words.” St. Francis of Assisi
2. Did you have a senior quote in your high school yearbook? What was it?
“As he rode along thinking of nothing at all.”
3. If you had vanity plates on your car, what would they read?
Never in a million years
4. Have you received any gifts with messages engraved upon them? What did the inscription say?
Picture frame “Thanks for being the best date ever.”
5. What would you like your epitaph to be?
He was generous.
[via The Friday Five]
Music for the weekend. Three country songs, kinda scary.
I’ve Been Waiting – Matthew Sweet
Are You Gonna Be My Girl – Jet
Mrs. Robinson – The Lemonheads
Naked Eye – Luscious Jackson
Beer for My Horses – Toby Keith & Willie Nelson
Just Like Heaven – The Cure
I Wanna Be Sedated – Ramones
Ring of Fire – Johnny Cash
Institutionalized – Suicidal Tendancies
Finghin’ in the Dark – The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
I was once stuck in traffic because of an overturned truck full of Raman Noodles. The situation was complicated by the rain which made the noodles expand. Snow plows came to the rescue.
Almost as much fun. Rig Spills 40,000 Pounds of Sauce in Ohio
“If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.” —Rainer Maria Rilke, poet
…or what we were made for, i don’t think the supernatural can know the feeling of want. (as written while taking a ship through the fjords of Norway)
· to know that we are loved unconditionally; that love will never stop; we simply need to accept it (which is where we fall down)
· to know that we are all one body; all good things that happen to one happen to all (that goes for hurt as well)
· for us to have a life full of abundant joy; we were not made for suffering
· to know that following are dreams (those un-rational sparks inside us) will lead us to joy; they may not lead us to fulfilling our dreams, but in that quest we will come to know the above three points
If I would have only known this when iI was 13.
Want a shot at beating McGhee? Toss your stone so it hits the water at the “magic angle” of 20 degrees.