Will I ever be?
This morning while walking the dog I tuned into Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me on the Radio. No surprise, it's a hoot as usual. But whenever I listen to the program, I always wonder whether I'll ever as be as witty as the commentators on Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me. The synapses in their brain must work instantaneously for them to come up with such speedy quips. Mine must be frayed and misaligned; I'm forever caught in l'espirit de l'escalier.
Other than being witty, I also wish I could have the gravitas of someone like Edward Murrow. He's already of a lost kind, because even the best of reporters these days just can't inspire the breathlessness that Murrow could. I wonder if it's a paradigmatic shift of some sort though? That reporters want to be more personable? But Murrow was known for his humanity as well as his intellect. He could connect to people from all walks of life.
Anyway, I want to be a person whose sentences feel pregnant with thought, whom others wait and anticipate for the follow-up remark.
I think blogging helps. If I could pen my thoughts better maybe I can articulate them better verbally too.
Other than being witty, I also wish I could have the gravitas of someone like Edward Murrow. He's already of a lost kind, because even the best of reporters these days just can't inspire the breathlessness that Murrow could. I wonder if it's a paradigmatic shift of some sort though? That reporters want to be more personable? But Murrow was known for his humanity as well as his intellect. He could connect to people from all walks of life.
Anyway, I want to be a person whose sentences feel pregnant with thought, whom others wait and anticipate for the follow-up remark.
I think blogging helps. If I could pen my thoughts better maybe I can articulate them better verbally too.