My lack of gracefulness on ice is legendary. In fact, the very last time I laced up a pair of ice skates I did an unintended triple-Lutz followed by some intimate contact with the ice and a broken rib. Therefore I feel safe in saying that I firmly anchor the challenged end of the graceful scale.
What would be on the other end, you ask?
Something like this, would be my answer, with Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean at the 1984 Olympics in Sarajevo. Whenever I watch it I come to the same conclusion. The only way that I could ever have moved like this is with CGI.
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Listened to Sen. Tammy Duckworth being interviewed on radio about health care for veterans. That care is pathetic, as it has always been. Not enough hospitals, not enough clinics, not near enough mental health professionals.
Providing the needed health care for these men and women is part of the cost of waging wars. It should not be a topic for discussion. We couldn’t be more vigorous in pushing these soldiers into battle, but when they return we act as if we wish they would just have the decency to go away now that the emergency is past.
Shameful.
Just finished an ebook from the library loan system written by Alice Walker. It has the greatest title: Hard Times Require Furious Dancing.
Loved the book. Poetry can often be so dense and obtusely that I break out in a sweat just thinking about it.
Not this stuff. From the heart and mind of a brilliant author and activist.
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One of Neil Young’s many great song lines is “every junkie’s like a setting sun.” Whatever brilliance they begin with gradually dimming until the light goes out altogether.
Little Home In The Valley 