One-Sentence Journal, Week Eleven

  1. 09/09/2013:  Writing something, then working through it with another set of creative eyes to make it better, can be a pretty damn high-enducing artistic pursuit.
  2. 09/10/2013:  A couple miles ’round the track at my old elementary school, some strength training, then a shower and an ass-planting on the couch — beer in hand — to watch the USA men beat Mexico and advance to the World Cup Finals in Brazil makes for a solid Tuesday evening.
  3. 09/11/2013:  The events at the World Trade Center twelve years ago were surreal, and I had no connection to the city or anyone in it at the time, so I honestly felt more a sense of dread than grief . . . but in the days following I do recall a woman I worked with getting all in my face when I said I had little faith in our government’s ability to respond in a way that wouldn’t make everything worse.
  4. 09/12/2013:  I enjoy being around, and I’m inspired by, entrepreneurial people with enough passion for something that they throw caution to the wind and go for it, even as it makes me wonder why there is no real “business starting” ambitions in my own interests, which are almost entirely solo pursuits.
  5. 09/14/2013:  This was a Saturday spent clock watching until the hour when, against all hopes, Saul “Canelo” Alvarez would slip through the ropes and enter the ring to put an ass-whipping on Floyd “Money” Mayweather . . . it didn’t quite turn out as planned, but it was still a great evening at home with my girl.
  6. 09/15/2013:  I’m pleased that the schedule for band practices for the foreseeable future has them right in the middle of Sunday afternoon, which will be a perfect opportunity to not allow myself to be sucked into planting my ass on the couch to watch a game I honestly don’t really care about.


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