Tuesday, September 23, 2008

A brush with greatness...

I wrote this on 8/5/07...more than a year ago...
As I grow older, but not old, I have these nostalgic moments. Moments when I consider the paths I've crossed with "greatness." Famous generals, a Nobel Prize winner, and in a funny way…Frank Lloyd Wright. It’s mysterious – upon my return from touring the Meyer May house in Michigan, I find myself not drawn to the man, but rather his ghost. Or is it the ghost of the house he’s created. It's not the man I admire. It's the work. His dream. His accomplishment. The Meyer May house was like his opus...no, it's in fact this country's opus for the man. It's restoration has made the house more than it ever was. For Frank Lloyd Wright, every project seemed was an opus; nothing was mundane or routine. I wish I had an hour to simply sit, alone, in the living room to study every nuance and the detail. To take it all in...to feel the house, to experience the ghost. And eventually come to the conclusion that this was just one of so many.I'll never be a Frank Lloyd Wright, and I find comfort in that. Here a week after a 40 something birthday, I realize that instead of being disillusioned with my life – I'm really quite pleased with it. I’d love to have more…more friends, more wealth, more fun – the whole deal. But I really am happy. Two days ago...maybe it was even yesterday, there were so many thoughts I couldn't find time to articulate them. Today, even now, they've faded. But this thing hasn't...this feeling. There is some indescribable form of awe that exist in the shadow of greatness. It just has to be found.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Sweet Home Alabama ?

Friggin' Moron


I loved this. There's a link up there if you love it...no affiliation with me, it was just hard to find and I'm feeling helpful this morning! As for which candidate I may be referring to...