I feel kind of cheap biting this from the great Mark Evanier's News From ME
, but it's just too much. This man, Julian Beever is a genius. Chalk and a sidewalk, and an incredible mind, hand and eye. Here's his website. It is incredibly beautiful here today--sunny, a little hazy, and such intensely refreshing cool breezes. Ahhhh.
Lots of complaining on the internets about the officiating during the Super Bowl, and the usual blah blah blah about Oh, it's so boring. Whatever. It's football. In my opinion, the ratio of truly exciting, competitive Super Bowls to boring ones is about the same as for regular season games. Football games tend to have a pretty steady low state of action/interest, punctuated by moments of senses-shattering transcendence. Kind of like life.
My Otis Redding Pandora station has gone all rock-and-or-roll on me: from North Mississippi AllStars to a great John Hiatt song I hadn't heard (Straight Outta Time) to John Mayer covering Jimi Hendrix's Wait Til Tomorrow, to Sunny Day Real Estate. Wild! Speaking of waiting until tomorrow, Sarah's plane lands tomorrow night at 7:25. I am all atingle! It's been a really long three-and-a-half weeks, and well, I barely know what to do with myself. Fortunately I've got a long to-do list.