Thursday, August 26, 2004
Never Did No Wanderin'
Hey everyone! Ever notice that your mind will tend to wander to the oddest places if you fail to stay focused? It can't be just me...
At church last Sunday, all I could think about was tennis for some reason. I tried to focus, but I kept thinking about how much fun it is, and how much I stink at it. I was trying to work out the math in my head to determine the angle I need to hit the ball on a serve to clear the net and still land within the serve box. Next thing you know, it was altar call time.
Yesterday in Dr. Singh's class (Physical Pharmacy), I found myself wishing my brother was in class with me (Spare me the Liberace comments; his name is Mark, not George). As much as he squanders a naturally curious and bright mind, he still does love to learn. He loves to learn conversions and little formulas. Our family is a motivational gene away from being the Kennedy's of health and science. Well, that gene, and a lot of money. Anyway, I also started to laugh, because he has developed an anagram to remember the taxonomic levels (Kingdom, Phylum, etc.) that is, let's just say, inappropriate. Funny, but inappropriate.
As I sat studying later that day, my mind began to wander to the handful of people I love to spend time with most. I realized that the few people I wish I could see every day share something odd in common. All of these people have one initial that is also the first letter of one of the four directions on a compass (N, W, S, E). No exceptions. Even my single most favorite person in the world.
And as I drove in to Omaha today, after I realized I forgot my gym clothes (another day with no lifting or running), I found myself singing along with the New Pornogrpahers CD at a full yell. In my mind, I was imagining myself strumming a guitar and singing in front of a crowd... something I would never actually do. Then I realized I need to focus on driving instead of belting out "The Ballad of the Comeback Kid."
My mind just wanders and wanders, unless I make a determined effort to stay on task. As John Steinbeck once wrote, "For myself, I can double think. I find that (nothing) prevents a second and continuing layer of thinking, wondering, conjecturing." Amen. Now only if I could double study...
See ya!
At church last Sunday, all I could think about was tennis for some reason. I tried to focus, but I kept thinking about how much fun it is, and how much I stink at it. I was trying to work out the math in my head to determine the angle I need to hit the ball on a serve to clear the net and still land within the serve box. Next thing you know, it was altar call time.
Yesterday in Dr. Singh's class (Physical Pharmacy), I found myself wishing my brother was in class with me (Spare me the Liberace comments; his name is Mark, not George). As much as he squanders a naturally curious and bright mind, he still does love to learn. He loves to learn conversions and little formulas. Our family is a motivational gene away from being the Kennedy's of health and science. Well, that gene, and a lot of money. Anyway, I also started to laugh, because he has developed an anagram to remember the taxonomic levels (Kingdom, Phylum, etc.) that is, let's just say, inappropriate. Funny, but inappropriate.
As I sat studying later that day, my mind began to wander to the handful of people I love to spend time with most. I realized that the few people I wish I could see every day share something odd in common. All of these people have one initial that is also the first letter of one of the four directions on a compass (N, W, S, E). No exceptions. Even my single most favorite person in the world.
And as I drove in to Omaha today, after I realized I forgot my gym clothes (another day with no lifting or running), I found myself singing along with the New Pornogrpahers CD at a full yell. In my mind, I was imagining myself strumming a guitar and singing in front of a crowd... something I would never actually do. Then I realized I need to focus on driving instead of belting out "The Ballad of the Comeback Kid."
My mind just wanders and wanders, unless I make a determined effort to stay on task. As John Steinbeck once wrote, "For myself, I can double think. I find that (nothing) prevents a second and continuing layer of thinking, wondering, conjecturing." Amen. Now only if I could double study...
See ya!
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