- These 14 First World Problems from the ’90s made me laugh. Numbers 3 and 9 especially.
- Jessica at Momma’s Gone City shares some wonderful ideas at “Travel with Kids: Tips from a Semi-Expert.” It’s geared toward air travel, but several of the tips are applicable to road trips, too. I’m definitely going to be checking out some of her iPad app recommendations.
- I couldn’t care less about LeBron James or Kobe Bryant. (Matter of fact: I had to Google “current NBA stars” to come up with two names.) But Magic Johnson? Larry Bird? Karl Malone? Charles Barkley? I’ll read about them all day long. I was about to start high school in the summer of 1992, when the Dream Team played in the Olympics. I’d love to see the tape of “The Greatest Game Nobody Ever Saw.”
The Dream Team flew into Nice at midnight on July 18 and made a crash landing at the Loews … about 20 miles away. During a security meeting before the team arrived, Henri Lorenzi, the legendary hotel manager, had complained about the number and the aggressiveness of the NBA’s security people. “Do you realize who is gambling in my casino right now?” Lorenzi said to the NBA’s international liaison, Kim Bohuny. Lorenzi ticked off the names of politicians, movie stars and even tennis immortal Björn Borg. “No one will care that much about this team,” he said.
“Well, we’ll see,” replied Bohuny.
When the team bus pulled up, there was such a rush of fans to see the players that some fans crashed through the glass doors at the entrance. “I get your point,” said Lorenzi.
- “The Most Amazing Bowling Story Ever,” and there’s not much more to say about that. (via Unlikely Words)
In the sixth frame, he had another loud, devastating strike. Then another. Then another. With each throw, he could tell it was a strike from the moment it left his hand. He’d watch as the pins were there one second, then gone the next. “It felt like driving and catching a green light, then the next one, then the next, then turning, and still catching every green light everywhere you go,” Fong says
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On cancer and quitting, hidden things and life well-lived
In the past I’ve put links to posts and articles I particularly enjoyed in the sidebar, under the “In Brief” heading. In the spirit of Change and Redesign, Etc., I’m doing away with that. And I’m going to compile them into a Friday Links post. Which was something I did when I very first had a website, back in 19diggity9 or so. And I “designed” a graphic to go along with it. With dancing sausages on it. Because of course that’s what I’d do.
Anyway, here are some things that caught my eye this week.
- Eden Riley so perfectly captures the confusion and helplessness of having a loved one with a terminal illness in her heartbreaking post “Half the Moon is Gone.”
They still couldn’t take Jim. Don’t they understand what kind of guy he is? How hard he’s worked? Send me somebody to blame, Universe. It feels nice when there’s people to blame. I drove around town for heat packs while his biopsy got cancelled again and it’s the end of the world as we know it but people still honk when I drive too slow.
- We have a rather large quitting of things in our past, and so Katherine Stone’s “On Why Quitters Do Win” resonated with me Something Fierce. As trying and kind of terrible as that time was, I don’t think we could’ve gotten where we are now without first going through that.
You don’t have to check off all of the boxes, or be a renaissance woman (or man). You don’t have to carry out every creative parenting idea you’ve ever seen mentioned on Pinterest. … And as for all those things you can’t stand but are making yourself do right now because you saw it on morning TV or Twitter, quit. Quit right this second.
- I hope this, too.
- Natalie Dee gets me. She just like gets me, you know?
- Count Robert de la Rochefoucauld’s obituary is the most exciting obituary I’ve ever read. And I’ve read a lot of obituaries. (via kottke.org)
En route to his execution in Auxerre, La Rochefoucauld made a break, leaping from the back of the truck carrying him to his doom, and dodging the bullets fired by his two guards. Sprinting through the empty streets, he found himself in front of the Gestapo’s headquarters, where a chauffeur was pacing near a limousine bearing the swastika flag. Spotting the key in the ignition, La Rochefoucauld jumped in and roared off, following the Route Nationale past the prison he had left an hour earlier.
A midweek mailbox pick-me-up
I signed up for the most recent homeschool swap at The Homeschool Post. I was paired up with Susan from A Homemaking Homeschooling Helpmeet, and she sent me a lovely box of goodies. I love getting mail (so long as it isn’t bills), and it was a treat to get a bunch of little presents smack dab in the middle of the week. Thank you, Susan!
