Beginning of the End

Sounds ominous, I know … but I’m just talking about the beginning of the end of the month, here.  It’s been a frozen, snowy January – in fact I can’t remember the last time I saw bare ground here in NH.  Not that I’m complaining.  So long as it’s mostly snow (as opposed to ice) I’m pretty happy.  Rumor has it there may be a HUGE storm heading our way on Tuesday – so I may be more happy than I can happily manage!

Lots of random stuff today – starting with a confession.  I have been struggling and on-again, off-again with the teeny tiny, itsy bitsy New Year’s Resolution that I made this year – basically to “just show up” for some exercise every day.  Time to renew that commitment as we start a new month (and good to know I get to do that 11 more times, if need be).

There’s interesting soccer news today, starting with the fact that Norway’s Hege Riise is coming to the US to join Pia Sundhage as an Assistant Coach for the USWNT!  Not a lot of info out there about what she’ll be doing (yet) but she strikes me as a wonderful addition.  Maybe she’ll be with Pia on her next trek to The House of Blues!

Moving from the USWNT to the WPS, we’ve had an announcement this week of their play-off format.  (Looking forward to watching the final at Harvard Stadium this year!) If anyone can take ’em there, I say Tony’s the guy!  Here’s a nice piece from last week’s Boston Globe Magazine featuring Tony DiCicco and his thoughts on the upcoming season.  It’ll be fun to see him coach again – and I’m so glad for Lil – that she gets to finish out her soccer-playing days with the likes of Tony and Pia (as opposed to that other guy whose name I refuse to dredge up from the darkest corner of my memory … kind of a Dubya type … remember?).

I never know what to do when a parenthetical expression is a question and comes at the end of a sentence (but isn’t a complete sentence itself-know what I mean?).  How do you punctuate that?  Alice?  πŸ˜‰

On the b-ball front we’ve got Pat Summitt going for her 1000th win as the Lady Vols take on Oklahoma on Monday night.  Bobby Knight is apparently going to be announcing the game or something … a fact that I find something of a bummer.  (A little like Dubya showing up at the Baylor-Oklahoma game.)  Must be Oklahoma that attracts obnoxious guys, eh?  Bobby kinda strikes me as the absolute opposite of Tony … know what I mean?  We’ve got Bobby shooting at people … and Tony talking about the importance of relationships in motivating female athletes.  Yeah – worlds apart.  Wonder where Pat falls on the spectrum?

Of course, the Super Bowl is nearly upon us, and our new President has been forthright in stating that (after the Bears) he’s a Steelers fan.  He’s hosting a party at the White House … and I’m psyched to see that NH’s own Paul Hodes will be among the guests.  Presumably he won’t be bringing his guitar … but will he have a list of shovel-ready projects in his pocket?

And speaking of Barack – here are some fabulous Inauguration Day photos that were made available at Boston.com.  What a day!  As the realities of the mess we are in continue to sink in more and more deeply, the photos are a nice reminder of the changes that are in the air!  Very, very moving collection of photos – worth a re-look, even if you’ve already seen ’em.

And finally, this chilly morning,I want to share today’s offering from The Writer’s Almanac.  It’s a poem by Linda Gregg titled “The Weight.”  Here goes:

Two horses were put together in the same paddock.
Night and day. In the night and in the day
wet from heat and the chill of the wind
on it. Muzzle to water, snorting, head swinging
and the taste of bay in the shadowed air.
The dignity of being. They slept that way,
knowing each other always.
Withers quivering for a moment,
fetlock and the proud rise at the base of the tail,
width of back. The volume of them, and each other’s weight.
Fences were nothing compared to that.
People were nothing. They slept standing,
their throats curved against the other’s rump.
They breathed against each other,
whinnied and stomped.
There are things they did that I do not know.
The privacy of them had a river in it.
Had our universe in it. And the way
its border looks back at us with its light.
This was finally their freedom.
The freedom an oak tree knows.
That is built at night by stars.

Here’s to the privacy that has rivers in it.  Here’s to the things that are built at night by stars.

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2 Responses to Beginning of the End

  1. Alice says:

    I’ll tell you who WON’T be at the Super Bowl party with Barak and Paul: John McCain. He was invited and turned down the offer, and if you watched Rachel Maddow last night, you know how highly incensed she was at what she thought was a terrible snub, while her friend from “The Beast” tried to assure her it was just an old man wanting his privacy and his own remote control to watch the game.

    Oh, re. parenthetical expressions, I say avoid them at all costs if there’s a question within a mile of them….OK?

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  2. CB says:

    I know that you didn’t ask me, but the way to punctuate parenthetical questions at the end of sentences is to form a working committee of mid-level, insecure managers. They should hold at least three meetings that rob everyone of time. After they hash out a decision, they should put it in writing and submit it to everyone who has absolutely no say in the matter. Then you should decide what you really want and put it in the official JordanCornblog style book. Afterwards, any diversion from your rule will be grounds for termination.

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