Cleaning out the garage I came across of a few of my old journals, one of which is circa-1978, the year I graduated from college and another from the early-to-mid 90's which mostly consisted of random lists and thoughts, sort of a blog before there were blogs.

Here are a few of the entries:

"If someone says something that's really deep, but it's over my head, how low must I be?

 - Me to Fred Chapin 2-28-1993

Love not Hate

Sailboats not Motorboats

Sneakers not Shoes

Baseball not Football

Watercolors not Oils

Democrat not Republican

Listening not Talking

Icing not Cake

"It's raining now. I love the sound of rain. It is its own song."

 - my "friend" Charlotte in a January 1993 letter to me from New Mexico

 

I was reading this interesting opinion piece in the NY Times this week and was both impressed and a little envious as to the clear intellect and talent level of the author, Ezra Klein. And I wondered what it would be like to be that smart, not to mention talented.

And that got me to thinking as to whether I'd rather be really smart or a really great athlete. I decided I'd rather be a really great athlete because I think being that smart makes one all the more troubled by what's going on in the world.

But that's probably not very smart.

And then I thought, if I could one one of the ten best in the world at something, what would it be? 

How about you?

Maybe we should just go with

People.

Same as we've been trying to do.