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N in azaleas

Good morrow...

Here are today's random musings, in no particular order:

I'm wondering what odd firings happen in my brain that pick the music that runs in it in the mornings. Now, it's "Good morrow, good Mother. Good Mother, good morrow..." from Iolanthe. When I went to the car this morning, it was "Oklamhoma! Where the wind goes rushing down? round? the plains.."

I love the people who named their mobile home community "Flamingo Park" and put two six foot statues of same, mounted four or five feet off the ground, by the entrance.

Being a person who is motivated by harmony is a Bad Thing when planning a wedding.

I got to wondering about sports writers yesterday. I respect that they write about something that they love. I got to wondering why I don't love sports.

I do love dance because I like watching the beauty of the physical movement. I love stories. I love epics. I like investigating people's motivations. Clearly, some or all of those elements are in sports, so I thought it odd that I don't follow them.

I wonder if it's because I don't care for stories where success hinges on hurting someone else, and my early exposure to competition made it clear that sports are very personal and very emotional. Or is it because I don't know enough to appreciate the strategy? To understand the picture presented?

I mean, I used to hate jazz music; it was a cacophony in my head that didn't make sense. My mother had to make me a tape to train my brain. She took about 5 songs and recorded 5 different versions of each song. The first set were the most "mickey mouse" of straight recordings -- usually with vocals; next, were the slightly odder recordings, maybe a little improv..by the final set, they were into the wilder versions. Listening to that tape trained my brain to hear jazz music, and I love it now.

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I wonder if some of it is how you're socialized growing up? I was raised by a woman who is nigh on obsessed with football. Sunday afternoons in my house were always punctuated by the mad screams from the living room when that guy JUST COULDN'T GET THE BALL. Her other obsession was, and still is, tennis. If there is a major match going, I can be almost guaranteed she's sitting in her living room watching it. (SOME day, I'll get her tickets to the U.S. Open here in New York.) I was also sent to camps where I did swimming, horse back riding, etc. I was on swim teams and soccer teams. I spent my summers cycling with my brother.

As such, I still love sports. I'm not a spectator for as many of them as I used to be. I no longer really get into football or basketball, mostly for lack of time to follow it properly, and boredom if I don't know what's going on. (And I was NEVER into baseball, still am not.) But I'll spend hours watching the Tour de France, I'll probably TiVo some part of the Olympics every day that they're on. To me, my sports spetatorship now is largely about watching sports filled with grace, style, and sportsmanship. I have very little interest in celebrity sports stars who seem full of themselves or who have a very self-centered attitude. But give me the grace and dignity of a professional cyclist or a proud Olympic athlete, and I'm hooked.

But I almost never read the sports page. I'm totally with you on that.
Could be. I was into swimming as a teacher or lifeguard, not so much as a coach. Loved horseback riding - but the competition there is not you against other folks on the field (unless you play polo). If the others on on the field when you are, you're on the same team.

I love watching equestrian sports (except polo) and dance-like sports (ice whatever and gynastics).

I was on soccer teams, but I was usually a fullback on a winning team. The fullback on a winning team doesn't have much to do because the ball's always on the other end of the field.

My team sport experiences were pretty awful. The few times I was able to be good enough to beat a "star" athlete, she or he would call me names and then would cry. I would feel like a horrible person for causing them to cry.

Yeah, my whole growing-up experience has been one long time of giving up over-empathy and wet noodle-hood. :-)
Ah, then perhaps you should consider careers where such qualites are GOOD things. My being overly-empathetic makes me a director that actors love to work with. (At least that's what they keep telling me.) That quality made me hate the corporate world, but makes me love what I do now.

Don't give it up, embrace it! :)
N in azaleas

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