one thing today

My parents gave me boxing gloves one xmas. I'm sure it was my mothers idea. I didn't know that it was more than a cliche - your stomach can drop. I knew I had to like them. I knew I had to use them. They must have bought a pair for my brother. When my father tried to teach me how to make a fist, I buried my thumb inside my other four fingers and told him I didn't want to hurt him.

                                 Ali Siddiq            start with his My Two Sons or  Mondays                                ... on Youtube

Arthur Brooks is a social scientist, writer, speaker. He teaches MBA ers at Harvard Business School and explains to them why they aren't happy even though they are 1% ers destined for fame, glory, $$$.  He believes women want to be adored while men want to be admired. I'm not sure I agree with his binary distinctions but I do think that adoration isn't earned, necessarily, while admiration is based on actions and achievements.  I think its been proven that women judge men on how well they will provide for loved ones, especially children. Kindness is a major factor, too. Men, being the less deep creatures, judge women based on surface appeal. Broadly speaking, lesbians are idealists. Gay men have to figure out if they want to love their man or if they want to be him.  It's all a puzzlement. 

Herbie Hancock was playing with Miles Davis once in concert. He said the music was "tight, powerful and fun."  And then he, Herbie, played a horribly wrong chord that was a big mistake. Miles paused for a second and played something that made the wrong chord right. He didn't hear it as a mistake. He heard it as something that happened and found something to follow that fit.  

  I watched Laurie Anderson's 1985 Home of the Brave concert tonight on Youtube. I saw it at the Beacon theater 41 years ago. It remains the best entertainment I have ever seen. I spent a work day with her. She is a genius. 

  ... is a very Southern Gothic little girls name. Very To Kill a Mockingbird.  She was an only child in our neighborhood growing up - which was like being a rainbow colored, three legged, joke telling  unicorn. All the kids knew she always only drank ginger ale because she was deathly allergic to milk and had a mouthful of tiny, rotten teeth to prove it. If even the tiniest drop of milk ever touched her thin, pale lips she'd collapse right there on the spot, never to breathe another breath. All the mothers worried because she was always "as white as a sheet" wan and as thin as Popeyes girlfriend. Her always worried, overly  protective mother walked her to the school bus and picked her up for lunch and returned her to school and picked her up again at the end of the day.  My close friend Kit lived right across the street from her and whenever she hung out at Pattys house, she'd always have to untie her blond pigtails because otherwise Pattys older-than-the-other...