She's Not Saying Anything (at all)

I heard an instrumental the other day. It was an acoustical and instrumental version of A Great Big World's Say Something. The songwriters, Mike Campbell, Ian Axel, and Chad Vaccarino are obviously soulmates with me. They have had the same experience in life that I have, obviously. 

The lyrics aren't necessarily complex, but they are deep. They resonate with me. 

Lonesome Dove First Line

 The other day I wrote that Lonesome Dove is one of my favorite books (see HERE). Has to be. I even checked the tickmarks in the book . . . it says it was only 3 times. But I know it's more than that. I'm going with 5. 

WHEN AUGUSTUS CAME OUT on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake—not a very big one. It had probably just been crawling around looking for shade when it ran into the pigs. They were having a fine tug-of-war with it, and its rattling days were over. The sow had it by the neck, and the shoat had the tail. 

First Line at the Mo

First line right now? It’s from a little novel I’m reading just for fun. Is it perfect? No. Is it okay? Sure. Does it make me want to read more. Sure. 

 I’ll read the rest, but it might not be for sake of the first line. It’s a good-ish one, but not the best ever. 

First Lines Second Time

 This will be my second time to start a first lines post. The first time was for the other blog (see HERE) and it was one of my favorite series. 

I read a blog post by Jay Nordlinger and all he did was talk about the importance of great first lines. I ho-hummed it. I think the totality of the work matters so much more than that first line. I've changed my mind. The first line, the first passage, the first paragraph, the first chapter, they're all critical. 

Priorities

I was thinking about priorities. There was a podcast wherein they discussed how much work there is out there to be done. Basically if you have a worker, we have the work for em. I think about my folks at work. They are overwhelmed with work. They have to prioritize. 

Then I also think about that gal who came to work a few weeks back, new on the job. By the middle of the morning she had her head down on the desk bored and exhausted. She looked up and said, “is there any room for advancement at this job?” All of my advancement, and the advancement I promote comes by way of more work. Her words should have been, “anything I can help with?” Overload yourself with work, and the advancement will come. 

Howard Roark Laughed

I've always liked Howard Roark more than I have John Galt in Atlas Shrugged. Part of it might be the first sentence… Don't we all wanna know why he laughed? Who the hell cares who John Galt is when you can try and find out why Howard is laughing. 

I'm done that one class so that means I have a little bit of time… I decided to read one of my favorite books… Last time it was Lonesome Dove this time it's the fountainhead

New Perspective on Clara's Hands

This is without a doubt my favorite book. I remember when it came out. It was on sale at the middle school book sale in St. John's Gym. My mother bought it there. I almost bought it myself but it was so big I was scared away. But, now, almost 40 years later, it's without a doubt my favorite book. 

The last few weeks have been perhaps the busiest I've had in a long long time. Work has been crazy both politically organizationally and in terms of volume… School has been crazy; I've got two classes going at the same time plus I'm writing my dissertation… Then there's just a general hoi polloi of having two children and a wife who works and travels… But I figured out why I have felt so busy and overwhelmed and it's primarily because I trusted Julie. About a month ago when I wasn't busy Julie recommended I read the Thornbirds instead of reading Lonesome Dove. So I read Thornbirds and it was as good as she said it might be. 

Do Leopards Ever Change Their Spots? What About Stripes on a Tiger?

We've heard the saying, a leopard never changes his spots . . . or is it a tiger can't change his stripes? Which is it? I guess, after my slight google search, it's leopard.

Why does this have anything to do with my life?

A Heady Love Affair

I'm reading a great book about the ambassador to Germany during Hitlers rise to power. One of the main stories that the author focuses on is the story of the ambassador's daughter, Martha. She was a bit of a romantic to put it lightly. She slept around a lot with a lot of men, even when she was married, and with many, many married men. She hopped around a lot. 

Still I see some of my life in her. There are moments when she writes that hit me right in the heart.