Bloody Wiki

This morning I woke up leisurely (rare on a Wednesday because I'm usually trapped in a little green room on the upper west side ). But there I was with nothing to do for a couple of hours, so I started reading news articles. I stumbled across one about Castro that mentioned Adlai Stevenson before I knew it, I was reading about Eisenhower and Patton on Wikipedia . Five minutes later I was reading about Pancho Villa and it was 11 am and I still had to pick-up laundry and travel 45 minutes to an hour to lock myself in the little green room.

The preponderance of links call to me like the Sirens to Odysseus sucking me into a whirlpool of vaguely useful information and trivia. I wish Wiki no ill will and i only hope for its further success. I very much support the democratic and open nature of Wiki. I will continue to battle between my penchant for punctuality and my uncontrollable urge for knowledge.

Oh Had I Only Know When I Was Young

Yesterday Drew and I were playing soccer with the aid of a wallball court. We soon drew the attention of an 8 year old boy who had grown bored of watching his father play wallball. We asked him to join us in our game. He hesitantly played with us and thought we were infinitely better than two lifetime rec league players ever could be. Running around the court, Drew and I quickly realized two things one that we are woefully out of shape and two we missed out on several fundamentals when we were little.

Our youthful cohort also seemed on a track to miss these fundamentals as well. Whenever we tried to explain some subtlety to him, the explanation clearly went right through him. The energy of an 8 year always astounds me.

I feel much more sympathy for my childhood coaches, who put up with me and my peers. Hopefully I'll be able to teach and be taught by a group of kids in sincerity someday soon.