Hello
Last week I read a new book. I started it a little bit in Hawaii, and read a lot of it on the plane on the way home. It was so good I couldn’t put it down. I take that back. I could put it down. And I did. A couple of times. But only because I had to go to sleep. I finished it on Saturday. I woke up that morning and read for 4 hours straight. It was that good. The answer to the question in your brain probably won’t supprise you if you know me and my reading preferences: sports, autobiographies, good storytelling. The book?
Let Me Tell You a Story: A Lifetime in the Game by John Feinstein and Red Auerbach.
I suggest you take a look at it.
I started another book while I was in Hawaii that did not capture my attention as well as the previously mentioned masterpiece, but came in a close second. I will admit that it’s a bit more difficult to read because the authors use very large words and complex sentence structures and I’m just not that smart. Also, their method of story telling is slightly unconventional. I’ve not yet finished it but it has made me think about some things. I guess that’s kind of the point. So if you feel like having some deep thoughts you may want to check out the following:
Everybody Wants to Go to Heaven, But Nobody Wants to Die or The Eschatology of Bluegrass by David Crowder and Mike Hogan.
So we’ve all heard of wrong numbers and likely most of us have all been on either end of such a mishap. In case you have not, allow me to explain.
Your phone rings. You answer, “Hello?” “Hey! Is Brad there?” “Brad?” “Yeah, this is Wendy.” “Uh, sorry Wendy, but I think you have the wrong number.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” “No problem.”
Two seconds later…
“Hey is Brad there?” “Wendy?” “Brad?” “Nope. Still the wrong number.”
Now that we’re all up to speed on calling the wrong number, let’s imagine what other scenarios may come up in this age of technology.
Are you done imagining? Because I’m living a reality. Last night I’m sitting at home, minding my own business, watching the Kansas-Mizzou game (did you catch it? it was a goodie) and my phone buzzes to alert me that I’ve received a text message. There are only a couple of people who send me text messages because I do not reciprocate said action. “I wonder who it is?” I ask myself. I open my phone to see that neither I nor my phone are able to match the phone number to a name. I do recognize the area code as Warsaw, however. Must be someone I’ve given my number to that I don’t talk to a lot.
“Ur gay & i can beat u at nything. Luv u”
Immediately I think of Joel. He likes calling people gay, but I know his phone number and my phone would have shown his name instead of his number. Plus he does not have a Warsaw area code. Plus, Joel would not use such gay diction while calling someone gay. I cannot think of anyone who would call me gay and tell me they love me that lives in this area code. The only conclusion I can make is it must be the wrong number. Should I text them back and let them know that I think they have the wrong number? No. I don’t do texting and I have never tried it so I’m not sure exactly how. I’m not going to waste my money to send someone a wrong number text. They’ll figure it out when they see their gay friend next time and he tells them he didn’t get it.
Today at work I get another buzz. It’s a text message. I recognize the number this time. I don’t want to open it, but I have to.
“Hey gay. R u havin fun at work? Guess wut im doin afta skoo?”
At first I think, “Maybe I do know this person because how could they know I’m at work right now?” Then I take a reality check and remember that a lot of people work in Warsaw. This dude obviously has the wrong number. And I’m officially placing him under suspicion. I have a guess of what he’s going to do after school and I don’t think it’s going to be homework. Hopefully he’ll get a clue soon.
Goodnight my adoring fans.
Let Me Tell You a Story: A Lifetime in the Game by John Feinstein and Red Auerbach.
I suggest you take a look at it.
I started another book while I was in Hawaii that did not capture my attention as well as the previously mentioned masterpiece, but came in a close second. I will admit that it’s a bit more difficult to read because the authors use very large words and complex sentence structures and I’m just not that smart. Also, their method of story telling is slightly unconventional. I’ve not yet finished it but it has made me think about some things. I guess that’s kind of the point. So if you feel like having some deep thoughts you may want to check out the following:
Everybody Wants to Go to Heaven, But Nobody Wants to Die or The Eschatology of Bluegrass by David Crowder and Mike Hogan.
So we’ve all heard of wrong numbers and likely most of us have all been on either end of such a mishap. In case you have not, allow me to explain.
Your phone rings. You answer, “Hello?” “Hey! Is Brad there?” “Brad?” “Yeah, this is Wendy.” “Uh, sorry Wendy, but I think you have the wrong number.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” “No problem.”
Two seconds later…
“Hey is Brad there?” “Wendy?” “Brad?” “Nope. Still the wrong number.”
Now that we’re all up to speed on calling the wrong number, let’s imagine what other scenarios may come up in this age of technology.
Are you done imagining? Because I’m living a reality. Last night I’m sitting at home, minding my own business, watching the Kansas-Mizzou game (did you catch it? it was a goodie) and my phone buzzes to alert me that I’ve received a text message. There are only a couple of people who send me text messages because I do not reciprocate said action. “I wonder who it is?” I ask myself. I open my phone to see that neither I nor my phone are able to match the phone number to a name. I do recognize the area code as Warsaw, however. Must be someone I’ve given my number to that I don’t talk to a lot.
“Ur gay & i can beat u at nything. Luv u”
Immediately I think of Joel. He likes calling people gay, but I know his phone number and my phone would have shown his name instead of his number. Plus he does not have a Warsaw area code. Plus, Joel would not use such gay diction while calling someone gay. I cannot think of anyone who would call me gay and tell me they love me that lives in this area code. The only conclusion I can make is it must be the wrong number. Should I text them back and let them know that I think they have the wrong number? No. I don’t do texting and I have never tried it so I’m not sure exactly how. I’m not going to waste my money to send someone a wrong number text. They’ll figure it out when they see their gay friend next time and he tells them he didn’t get it.
Today at work I get another buzz. It’s a text message. I recognize the number this time. I don’t want to open it, but I have to.
“Hey gay. R u havin fun at work? Guess wut im doin afta skoo?”
At first I think, “Maybe I do know this person because how could they know I’m at work right now?” Then I take a reality check and remember that a lot of people work in Warsaw. This dude obviously has the wrong number. And I’m officially placing him under suspicion. I have a guess of what he’s going to do after school and I don’t think it’s going to be homework. Hopefully he’ll get a clue soon.
Goodnight my adoring fans.