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January 2008

Want to know what unjustified fame smells like?

I'm not one to get in a tizzy about cultural phenomena. Heath Ledger? His death wasn't news to me -- it's sad when anyone dies, but I'm hardly shocked when an actor or singer or other celebrity dies in a drug-related fashion. But as much as I'm unsurprised at the death, I'm also not surprised at the reaction. We're a country that loves our celebrities - love to love them, love to hate them. Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down.

And while I don't buy Life & Style magazine for the articles (I promise, I just read it for the pictures), I do take my daily and barely even guilty pleasure in reading Perez Hilton.  I won't turn up my nose at celebrity news, but neither do I worship at the TMZ altar.

So I hope you, fair reader, understand where I'm coming from when I say that I can only shake my head at a world that gives us the new perfume Kathy Hilton My Secret. I don't care who she married -- she might have been a well-known New York socialite, but she's famous for being the mother of Paris Hilton, who is famous for, well, nothing. So Kathy Hilton is famous for even more nothing than her daughter, if that is possible. Next thing you know, Dina Lohan will have a handbag line and Britney Spears' sister's baby daddy will have a talk show.

(And rest assured that I don't have a chip on my shoulder over this, but I do have a tongue in my cheek.)   

The Singing Revolution

Today at work we watched a movie, but not just any movie. This was a documentary created by a long-time friend of the firm. And it wasn't just any documentary to him. To him, it represents a life dream come to fruition. The film is The Singing Revolution and it chronicles how the people of Estonia endured decades of occupation and oppression and overcame what seemed like unbeatable odds to achieve freedom. This freedom wasn't won on a battlefield; it wasn't won through bloodshed. Instead, it was achieved through determination, through courage and through patience. It is a revolution that is best remembered not for arms raised in violence, but for voices raised in song.

Growing up, the Soviet Union seemed invincible, cold and cruel, but it was also far away. It couldn't touch me, or so I thought. (And it turned out I was right.) I remember sitting on the couch on my birthday, watching the Berlin Wall come down. I remember the uneasy feeling I had watching Gorbachev, wondering if he was serious about the reforms he proposed, wondering if he would be remembered as a hero or a failure. And I remember news reports about the Baltic States. I knew where they were on the map--three tiny divisions of land tucked away under the hulking shoulder of the USSR. They were so often referred to as the Baltic States that I doubt I ever gave a thought to the fact that they were once three nations, three peoples. To me, they were all the same--distant, foreign and in struggle.

Watching the movie, I expected to see a story about freedom, a tiny David felling the Communist Goliath. But what I didn't expect was just how much the revolution is a story of culture. Concentration camps, gulags, military rule and the savages of war could not exterminate the things which made people Estonian, and it is their very culture, their singing tradition, that united them and provided them with the opportunity to oppose and eventually throw off Soviet rule. Without bloodshed.

If you live in New York or Boulder, you can currently see this film. It will be screened at the City Cinemas Village East for as many weekends as people show up (according to the website) but most certainly through this weekend. Locations and times can be found here. You can also request a local screening of the film here.

Congratulations to Jim and Maureen Tusty for making such a remarkable, moving film.

Good Reads

For the record, see how right I was about not blogging every day?

Ahem. So, today I got turned on to Good Reads, a social networking site where the social objects are books. (Really, you should follow that link to Hugh MacLeod's blog. Brilliant stuff, illustrated.) If there's anything I like more than reading books (or fondling books, or shopping for books, or browsing for books), it's talking about books. I'm the one who is always sneaking peeks at friends' bookshelves when I'm in their homes. So Good Reads is a good match for me.

I'm just getting started, but I'm always open to new friends and to new book lists to devour, so consider signing up at Good Reads and adding me as a friend. I can be found with the email onepinktee   {at} gmail dot com.

From shy to fly in 5 easy steps

See that title? That is not the title of a shy person. It's brash and over-promising. It's ironic in its use of slang. But guess what? I'm shy. Or at least that's what I tell myself.

Before I go any farther, I have to ask...do you read Chris Brogan's blog? Chris is the co-founder of PodCamp and an all-around smarty pants about social media and community. Even his 140-characters-or-fewer Twitter posts are thought provoking and smart. About three months ago, Chris wrote 100 Blog Topics I Hope YOU Write About. It's a great list -- so great that over 200 people have picked a topic or 2 or 3 to blog about. One of these days, I'm going to finish reading them all, but I figured after all these weeks, it was about time to actually write something about the one I picked for myself.

The one that popped out at me was #85: How I Went From Very Shy to Less Shy.

Let's get one thing clear right now: I am still a shy person. Not painfully so, but still. It's only been in the last 2 or maybe 3 years that I realized I'm not as shy as I think I am. In fact, more often than not, if I mention my shyness now, people are surprised. "You don't seem at all shy to me," is the common response. So how did I do it? Bottom line, I got a little braver. And then I got a lot braver. I started taking more chances. But it isn't always easy and it so often doesn't come naturally. Here are some tricks I learned:

1. Remember that a big part of shyness is that feeling that everything you are doing stands out or gets noticed. It's the spotlight effect. We often think people are watching our every move and judging us harshly, when the truth is that more often than not, they are more worried about their own actions. So why spend so much time worrying about what others think and shutting myself down? Big waste of energy.

2. Get a role model. Watch people who you think of as outgoing or confident or whatever it is that you think you AREN'T. What are their behaviors? What do they do that is different? You don't need to be them, but you can learn from them.

3. Corollary - fake it till you make it. Sometimes when I'm feeling like hiding in the corner, I think about my role model and what they would do, and I just do it. If I see someone with a great handbag in front of me in the Sephora checkout line, I might be tempted to just keep quiet (and I often am). But if my husband sees just about anybody wearing Penn State gear, he will strike up a conversation or at least give them a rousing "We are!" So I remember that and just do what he would do. And you know, people often respond very well. After all, who doesn't like a compliment?  Sometimes half the battle is just acting unshy to break the ice. It isn't all about faking it - it's about getting yourself over the hump so that the real you can come out.

4. Practice! Pick some safe surroundings to push your own envelope. When you're with your friends, be a little bolder, a little more daring. Go first. Call shotgun. Use the moments when you feel safe and comfortable to break out of that old box.

5. Stop the negativity. I've gotten better about it, but I still nibble at myself -- tell myself I'm too this or not enough that. Cut it out. Remember that spotlight effect? Stop shining the light in your own eyes. Try for just one day to think a positive thought after every interaction, especially the ones that make you nervous. If you tell yourself often enough that you aren't shy, that people want to know you and want to hear what you have to say, then somewhere down the line, you're going to start believing it.

So, that's all I have. I'm certainly not going to win a Nobel Prize for social skills. (What? That isn't a category?) But it's these little* tricks that help me be a little more of the person I want to be and give others a chance to know the person I really am.

Danke to Chris for the inspiration.

*Okay, maybe they don't sound like little tricks. Just keep telling yourself that they are.  No point in psyching yourself out, is there?

The un-resolution

I know the turning of the new year is a time for resolutions, but that's something I usually don't do. It's hard enough to break bad habits or create new good habits without adding the artificial obligation of the calendar. So I don't do it.

Not that I'm a lazy slob or anything. I did give up all soda in August, and not even on a Monday, but on a regular old Wednesday. Only recently have I realized just how good a thing that was. I never thought caffeine affected me because I could drink all the soda I wanted and it never kept me awake or acted as the pick-me-up that other people seem to get out of it. It was only after I quit that I realized how addicted to caffeine I really was. My head hurt for a solid week without it. But after that the difference was clear. I have had very few headaches in the last four-plus months, and the ones I've had have been sinus pressure related. This may not sound like a big deal, but those who know me well realize it is HUGE. It follows years of having at least one headache a week, usually more.

It's hard to imagine any physical difference greater than losing the frequent headaches. But I didn't just kick the caffeine*, I also kicked a huge amount of sugar. Well, high fructose corn syrup, which isn't sugar--it's worse. I haven't noticed a big change in my weight (and frankly, I wouldn't want to notice one), but I have notice a big change in how I feel. Before, I would feel horrible because I "didn't eat soon enough." Now a haphazard eating schedule doesn't bother me nearly as much and I realize it's because I've gotten off the sugar roller coaster. No more highs and crashes. This probably contributed as much to my headaches as the caffeine.

*I haven't given up caffeine entirely. I still drink Starbucks chai latte, which has some caffeine in it. One grande has about 30% more caffeine than a Coca-Cola Classic, but I don't drink 3-4 of those a day. I don't even drink 1 a day, and I can go for a long time without one and feel no physical effects.

Anyhow, back to resolutions. I didn't intend to write about giving up soda. Instead, I was going to write about the idea I had to blog daily. This thought has entered my mind a few times that last couple of days, but it's just silly. There's no way that I'd do it. No way. Of course, that's what I said about soda. The reason I could never give up soda for good is simple. I always knew I could give it up for a day, but "forever" seemed impossible. Now I realize you don't give anything up forever. You might make that big commitment, but in reality, you give it up every day. 134 days later, I realize you can't get to "forever" without adding up a lot of every days.

So, see you tomorrow. Probably.

Home in time for 2008

Just a quick update to say that we are home from the hospital. Alex went from unable to walk and horrible pain to barely even a limp and working on his form at Wii Tennis in 48 hours. Gotta love the resilience of youth!

2008 is going to be a great year, I just know it. I have big plans for ME and big plans for WE. Make that BIG plans.

I was considering doing something rash like resolving to blog every day. But then I remembered I don't make new years' resolutions. Phew, that was close.

Happy new year everyone! Here's wishing a BIG year for everyone!