I finished reading Shoe Dog: A Memoir by the Creator of Nike.
I finished listening to 11/22/63: A Novel.
I finished listening to Creativity, Inc.: Overcoming the Unseen Forces That Stand in the Way of True Inspiration.
What would Olympic races look like if they took place near you?
The few things I have that have passed a half-century or more come in two categories. Either keepsakes like photos of my ancestors or my father’s Army medals. Or tools. Virtually all of them hand tools, because there is nothing wrong with a century-old hammer or screwdriver. (And if they haven’t broken yet, they’re not likely to.) But I do have one curiosity. An old electric hair clipper.
This isn’t just jingoistic chirping about the enemy. In some cases, it’s Americans critiquing Americans, or Europeans burying Europeans: “It started with slightly dodgy mechanics,” said one, “and it has developed into a full-blown mental problem.” Another player’s weakness is highlighted: “Over a bunker to a tight flag is his worst nightmare. It’s not pretty.” And this: “He’s well capable of giving up. … If he’s not in the mood, he’s just not in the mood.”
I finished listening to So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed.
I finished reading Ego is the Enemy.
I finished reading Trust Me, I’m Lying: Confessions of a Media Manipulator.