I don't have much time to write this as I am heading out on a bike ride with other Mars Hillians, but I wanted to get this down. I have been thinking a lot about basketball, what with the NCAA Tournament (I hate the Huskies) and all, and it reminded me of this Michael Jordan commercial I saw a few weeks ago. It is a great commercial, especially for those of us that grew up with Air Jordan. I watch this commercial and, no joke, remember watching the moves live. I can almost tell you what games they came in.
Here is a link from ESPN about the commercial. I recommend that you watch the commercial first, then read the article, then watch it again and relive the simple pleasure that is and was the original MJ.
It's good, trust me.
http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=rovell/060302
(Sadly ESPN has moved this link and article to the Inside section of their site. Try this link. http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3712923125091616210&q=michael+jordan+commercial)
It is tomorrow.
Jason
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
Life as we know it
This one I promise will be short, but I make no claims on its entertainment value.
Not many of you know that I received my walking papers from the Army just last month. I am as free a man as I can be, aside from being dead. It is a wonderful thing, and sorrowful at the same time. I have proceeded, in my freedom, to grow a nice beard, which I will sustain for a few months until the weather turns, and then who knows. But the bottom line is I am free.
You will never guess however what I just finished doing which inspired this post. Give up? I polished my shoes. The old Hawaiian Tropic Lifeguard bag came out; a can of the wonderful Kiwi black shoe polish immerged, and I proceeded to apply a fine matte finish to my overpriced, $280 regretfully spent dollars over priced, Allen Edmonds dress shoes. It was a wonderful thing. I love the smell of shoe polish; so many memories are tied to it. None of which I will go into at this point (I must keep my promise).
Here is what hit me as I was progressing through both shoes. 1. I couldn’t believe I actually had the stuff necessary to polish dress shoes. 2. I couldn’t believe I actually knew how to do just that. 3. I can’t believe that I enjoyed doing it. Enjoyed it immensely. It is a simple pleasure
Simple pleasure, like a perfectly thrown spiral landing softly in your hands after flying over your shoulder; your stride not breaking, simple pleasure.
It is tomorrow.
Jason
Not many of you know that I received my walking papers from the Army just last month. I am as free a man as I can be, aside from being dead. It is a wonderful thing, and sorrowful at the same time. I have proceeded, in my freedom, to grow a nice beard, which I will sustain for a few months until the weather turns, and then who knows. But the bottom line is I am free.
You will never guess however what I just finished doing which inspired this post. Give up? I polished my shoes. The old Hawaiian Tropic Lifeguard bag came out; a can of the wonderful Kiwi black shoe polish immerged, and I proceeded to apply a fine matte finish to my overpriced, $280 regretfully spent dollars over priced, Allen Edmonds dress shoes. It was a wonderful thing. I love the smell of shoe polish; so many memories are tied to it. None of which I will go into at this point (I must keep my promise).
Here is what hit me as I was progressing through both shoes. 1. I couldn’t believe I actually had the stuff necessary to polish dress shoes. 2. I couldn’t believe I actually knew how to do just that. 3. I can’t believe that I enjoyed doing it. Enjoyed it immensely. It is a simple pleasure
Simple pleasure, like a perfectly thrown spiral landing softly in your hands after flying over your shoulder; your stride not breaking, simple pleasure.
It is tomorrow.
Jason
Thursday, March 2, 2006
Uhhh, yeah...
It seems I messed up my blog again and in the attempt to erase a previous comment (the one that linked you to a bunch of porn, which I never went to, but people, my mom and dad in particular, told me did so) I made it impossible for people to leave comments. Well, not impossible, but after a comment was left, I supposedly had the ability to accept or reject the comment and had to do so before its publishing. I didn't know what I was doing and the end result was no comments.
I will be honest and say that I thought it odd that no one had commented in a while, not that I get a lot or am measuring my value on them, but it was out of the ordinary. Well, once again, my incredibly smart friend Adam came to the rescue and pointed out what I had done wrong. Turns out that a few comments had been left in the last few weeks, but I wasn't releasing them.
No worries, problemo solvdo.
It is tomorrow.
Jason
I will be honest and say that I thought it odd that no one had commented in a while, not that I get a lot or am measuring my value on them, but it was out of the ordinary. Well, once again, my incredibly smart friend Adam came to the rescue and pointed out what I had done wrong. Turns out that a few comments had been left in the last few weeks, but I wasn't releasing them.
No worries, problemo solvdo.
It is tomorrow.
Jason
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