Having said that, there are certainly moments when the voice in my head sounds a lot like this:
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Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Family
My four children are wonderful blessings. I treasure them and I wouldn't trade them for anything. I adore them and each one is so incredibly unique. They are my reason for being and everything worthwhile in my life can be tied directly to my love for my wife and my little ones. Yes, I'm one of those people who truly believes that those who don't have a family to share their lives with are truly missing out, and every day I find a new reason to be thankful for all these wacky Waylands.
Having said that, there are certainly moments when the voice in my head sounds a lot like this:
Having said that, there are certainly moments when the voice in my head sounds a lot like this:
Monday, June 23, 2014
The Best Smell in the World
It's an easy one for me. It's probably an unusual choice, but I know there are others who will understand--though I fear we may be a dying breed. Yes, it's an old musty paperback, with that ancient smell that sweeps me back through a few hundred musty paperbacks that I flipped through in a few thousand different places. There's nothing quite like it. Every time I pick up one of those old treasures (like the copy of Jaws I'm currently reading, the same copy I've read so many times I've lost count) and that aroma washes over me, I'm filled with a special sort of joy.
I've always loved that smell, though for different reasons. As a youngster, that was the scent of adventure, and perhaps even a whiff of the taboo as much of what I was reading was intended for mature readers. I started with King's Christine at the age of 8 after finding my dad's stash of horror novels. Given the way this life-changing discovery went down, I don't think that was an accident, and Pop never objected once my love for such fare became common knowledge. Anyway, in those days the potent smell of the aging paperback was an invitation to adventure and a passport to worlds yet unknown.
Now, there's still a bit of that magic in the smell, but it's more about familiarity and a love for all the joy and knowledge this particular hobby has provided me with over the years. It's a bit nostalgic, perhaps even a bit melancholy, and yet it is a wonderful smell that remains ripe with promise. Whether it represents a return trip to a familiar destination or a brand new odyssey, that smell remains partnered with the excitement of taking part in a story, the greatest pastime of them all.
I've always loved that smell, though for different reasons. As a youngster, that was the scent of adventure, and perhaps even a whiff of the taboo as much of what I was reading was intended for mature readers. I started with King's Christine at the age of 8 after finding my dad's stash of horror novels. Given the way this life-changing discovery went down, I don't think that was an accident, and Pop never objected once my love for such fare became common knowledge. Anyway, in those days the potent smell of the aging paperback was an invitation to adventure and a passport to worlds yet unknown.
Now, there's still a bit of that magic in the smell, but it's more about familiarity and a love for all the joy and knowledge this particular hobby has provided me with over the years. It's a bit nostalgic, perhaps even a bit melancholy, and yet it is a wonderful smell that remains ripe with promise. Whether it represents a return trip to a familiar destination or a brand new odyssey, that smell remains partnered with the excitement of taking part in a story, the greatest pastime of them all.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Justified Keeps Getting Better and Better
Man, I love Justified. For those of you who know me well, this is old news. For those of you who don't, it's probably hard to grasp. I'm not really a big TV guy unless it's football season, and then I'm mostly there for the NFL. On average, I follow maybe 2 or 3 shows, and there have been numerous points in my life when I didn't follow any. I love movies and I read like it's something I'm paid to do, but television has always been the red-headed stepchild of my entertainment family.
And then there's Justified. I'm a big Elmore Leonard fan, I love Timothy Olyphant and Walton Goggins, and this show has thrilled me from the very start. Picking my favorite season would be like trying to pick a favorite child. In some way, shape, or form, each one is my favorite, and thus far the fifth season has been no different.
As we head toward next week's finale, I've never been more excited to see what comes next. Justified has mastered the art of wrapping each season around one big story and telling a multitude of little stories along the way. The way the characters and their relationships have evolved and the way the show has managed to add great talent to the mix each and every year is nothing short of remarkable. I think the series is positively golden, and I can't recommend it enough.
Much of this is old news, I've praised the show frequently before on a number of platforms, and this isn't the first time I worked to spread the Harlan Gospel with my blog. I just want to make sure everyone understands that this love story is really no different from my marriage to the most wonderful woman on the planet; I'm still head over heels in love, I'm still being surprised and thrilled every step of the way, and I'm always eager to tell someone about my joy.
Justified, where the good guys aren't all good, the bad guys aren't all bad, the outcome is never predictable, and the dialogue is impeccable. I firmly believe this is the best show ever, and I can't wait for next week's season finale. Forgive me, however, if I'm trying really hard not to dwell on the fact that the next season will be the last season.
And then there's Justified. I'm a big Elmore Leonard fan, I love Timothy Olyphant and Walton Goggins, and this show has thrilled me from the very start. Picking my favorite season would be like trying to pick a favorite child. In some way, shape, or form, each one is my favorite, and thus far the fifth season has been no different.
As we head toward next week's finale, I've never been more excited to see what comes next. Justified has mastered the art of wrapping each season around one big story and telling a multitude of little stories along the way. The way the characters and their relationships have evolved and the way the show has managed to add great talent to the mix each and every year is nothing short of remarkable. I think the series is positively golden, and I can't recommend it enough.
Much of this is old news, I've praised the show frequently before on a number of platforms, and this isn't the first time I worked to spread the Harlan Gospel with my blog. I just want to make sure everyone understands that this love story is really no different from my marriage to the most wonderful woman on the planet; I'm still head over heels in love, I'm still being surprised and thrilled every step of the way, and I'm always eager to tell someone about my joy.
Justified, where the good guys aren't all good, the bad guys aren't all bad, the outcome is never predictable, and the dialogue is impeccable. I firmly believe this is the best show ever, and I can't wait for next week's season finale. Forgive me, however, if I'm trying really hard not to dwell on the fact that the next season will be the last season.
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