Friday, April 11, 2008

Top 25 dunkers of all time (not in order)

Vince Carter
Michael Jordan
Dominique Wilkins
Spud Webb
Jason Richardson
"The Air Up There"
"Helicopter"
Julius "Dr. J" Erving
Dwight Howard
Desmond Mason
Henry Bekkering
James White
Nate Robinson
Clyde Drexler
Josh Smith
LeBron James
Tracy McGrady
Khadour Zani
Larry Nance
Harold Miner
"Springs"
"Hook" Mitchell
Gerald Green
Terrance Stansbury
Kenny "Sky" Walker

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

lost

One thing is true: my Dad didn't really teach me a whole lot about how to effectively be a man.

What is a man supposed to do? I guess the first thing that comes to mind is earn money. Well, I'm not doing a very good job of that. I'm almost 30 and I've never even come close to earning an impressive amount of money.

My wife and child deserve better than what I make.

I guess there are things I could do to make more money. Work for DSS in Lynn, take on 30 clients a week, pick up a night shift at a grocery store, advertise widely to teach more violin lessons in more places. I could drive around all day doing different things to make money. Is that life?

I went to get a Master's Degree so that I could not make good money I guess.

I might have glaucoma. The eye doctor said the optic nerve in my left eye is way larger than the right eye. I called my previous eye doctor for some records (because they gave me a scare about something years ago) but they haven't responded. I have to get the records so that I can either have something to worry about or have something to be annoyed about. I guess if my eye is really just congenitally deformed and otherwise healthy, it's more of a relief than annoying.

My attitude stinks. I feel like such a bad worker. I feel like such a weak person. I feel like someone who quits when the going gets tough. Maybe I am all of those things. Maybe it's just a bad night.

Either way, I can't sleep. I'm not sure if it's the slightly insane wind gusts that are happening outside, or the glaucoma fears, or the frustration about job stuff, or the 8am class I have to force myself to go to, or the fact that I'm just dissatisfied with who I am and what my life is.

My wife and baby do great. They're great. Sometimes I think they deserve better, yet they have me to deal with.

My parents are falling apart. Which ever way they go would seem to be painful.

Tonight I could've really used someone to talk to. Bryn tried for a few minutes, told me to knock it off and then passed out. I was disappointed, but she needs her sleep.

So here I am. Alone and lost. Dissatisfied with who I am and how I think. Frustrated with my lack of success. At a loss for how to make things better.

From a Christian perspective, a man is ultimately to serve God, right? Ultimately he is to love God and to love his neighbor. I hope I've helped some people in my life. I hope I've loved. I know that my feeling toward God is often frustration and not love. How inappropriate and ungrateful. Sometimes I think I feel like crap about myself because I truly am crap. I deserve whatever mess I'm in.

How do I get out of this emotional place? How do I make myself into a person who can smile fully, from the heart, for a nice family portrait? This, and paying for the portrait, would appear to be my task...