When a student of mine graduates from high school, I always buy them Michael Jordan’s I Can’t Accept Not Trying. I found the book way back in the ’90s, and found it to be inspirational and to resonate from athletics to music to life, as so many things do.
It’s been out of print for a while, so when I need a copy now I must buy them used. I have a student graduating, and an upper-level high schooler moving this year, so I just acquired two copies. Opening them up to write a little note, I discovered this:
Isn’t that sweet?
The book has never been opened.
Mark’s a loser. Mom clearly overestimated his ability to read, process, and appreciate the messages regarding tenacity, discipline, and commitment contained therein.
Is that ironic?
Actually, that’s not even the case, since Mark never bothered to read it. Mark didn’t even respect his loving and devoted mother enough to READ IT.
Mark’s a loser. Mom’s admiration is misdirected. I’m deeply saddened by the dismissiveness embodied in the fact that this book was sold to me for $1.99 (I paid a LOT more for shipping than I did for the book; is that ironic?), discarded by a thoughtless and inconsiderate young man.
Three guesses which magazine this is on the back cover of:
My letter to the editor:
I am profoundly disappointed by the photo featured on the back cover of the June 2013 issue of Yoga Journal.
I read the magazine as part of an ongoing pursuit of a balanced, meaningful, enlightened life. A reference to, and picture of, a pole dancer does not seem to be in support of this.
I try to overlook the fact that the majority of your yoga models have super-model body types; I try to overlook the ads that feature women who are “skinny” rather than healthy and fit. But this seems to go too far. There are so many images in the media portraying unrealistic body types for women, sending subtle, and sometimes not-so-subtle messages to women about how they should look and conveying the idea that women are primarily sexual objects. I would hope that YJ could be one place that didn’t.
I also like to leave the magazine out for piano students, friends, my daughter, to leaf through. This one I feel I need to hide.
Kathryn Budig is finally clothed, but we have an image of a woman participating in the sex trade on the back instead.
It seems that more thought could be put into these types of things, and some editorial guidance might be more judiciously applied.
Meanwhile, I will be looking for a different yoga magazine to subscribe to.
In pursuit of a balanced, meaningful, enlightened life, I planted some perennials and annuals and a bush and a tree yesterday. I decided, in my infinite wisdom, since I was planting some 4″ pots in the midst of a lot of very persistent ground cover, to use the small planting shovel.
Here is my right palm:
The circles are around bruises (the arrow thing wouldn’t make an arrow).
They really hurt.
I’m a pianist. This was really really stupid.
I could barely stand to push the cart at costco today, and this is NOT a commentary on the sizes of the packages contained therein (although do we really need to buy ziploc sandwich bags 600 at a time?).*
Hopefully next week will be a little less ridiculous.
*We are spending a lot less on groceries.