View from the third floor of Wright Hall, UNLV, around 5:20 PM on Wednesday, January 29, 2014.
I remember this being one of my favorite games from the early 90s. Watching these videos of it reminds me why. Time to find an emulator online?
A few Saturdays ago I saw some of this event on TV. Pretty impressive stuff! The first clip is a “best of” intro, the second is a hair-raising POV shot of one brave rider!
Watched this series the last two summers. The kids love it, too. Pretty entertaining, and inspiring to see what they achieve. At the end of last summer, this guy got further than any other American has: almost the end of the 3rd stage of the 4-stage final course:
Here’s a guy on the original Japanese version making it all the way, showing all four stages:
Think of every illness you’ve ever had: not just the serious sicknesses, but even every cold and flu. Canker sores and rashes, too. Seriously, make a list. You’ll be surprised. There must be dozens. Your body has recovered from them all.
Think of every injury you’ve ever had: not just the broken bones, but every paper cut, every jammed knuckle, every bruise, every stubbed toe, every sprain, and any and all boo-boos since you were born. There must be dozens of these, too, if not more. Your body has healed them all.
Think of every headache, every sensitive tooth, every stomach ache, every stiff back, and any other soreness you’ve ever had. These could number in the hundreds. Your body has persevered in spite of them all, overcome them all, and continued to serve you and allow you to live each day after they’ve been forgotten.
A child is someone who needs to be guided, coerced, or even forced into doing things that are necessary but unpleasant.
An adult is someone who does these things freely, understanding the importance of obligations.
But people who do these things with quality and passion, we call leaders.
People who these things for others, we call saints.
People who do these things with a commitment to find beauty and joy in them no matter what, we call happy.
Talking to a student a few weeks ago about The Catcher in the Rye segued into the movie Finding Forrester, which reminded me of the clip of this song used near the end of the film, which led me to look it up on YouTube, which is how I found this wonderful video:
I just finished doing last Sunday’s syndicated New York Times puzzle. I’m pretty proud, because it’s only the 2nd Sunday puzzle I’ve ever finished without having to cheat and Google a single answer.
I’ve done dozens of these now, and it still surprises me how stumped I can get by simple answers, just because of tricky clues.
In this one, 14 across was “Where roots grow.” I immediately got it into my head that it was about plants. Five letter answer…SOILS?
It wasn’t until I had a P in the final spot that I realized: it wasn’t about plants, it was about hair. SCALP.
A good crossword puzzle shows us how we make assumptions, and it challenges us to constantly re-evaluate them. This is a mental skill sorely lacking in our day and age.
Each of these was taken around a quarter after 6 A.M. This is what I see on my drive to work.
The point is made in an Atlantic article:
Meaning is not only about transcending the self, but also about transcending the present moment — which is perhaps the most important finding of the study, according to the researchers. While happiness is an emotion felt in the here and now, it ultimately fades away, just as all emotions do; positive affect and feelings of pleasure are fleeting. The amount of time people report feeling good or bad correlates with happiness but not at all with meaning.
“Most runners run not because they want to live longer but because they want to live life to the fullest. If you’re going to while away the years, it’s far better to live them with clear goals and fully alive than in a fog, and I believe running helps you do that. Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that’s the essence of running, and a metaphor for life, and for me, for writing as well.”
–Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (ch. 4)
I don’t drink much soda in the summer, and every time I get over being used to it, I notice a big change in my taste buds: vegetables taste better.
I think sugar must dull the sensitivity of our tongues, and I just looked up some medical info that confirms it. What a world of variety we close ourselves off to when we bludgeon our palate with manufactured sweetness!
I write this in the hopes that it will help me stay off sugar, and keep enjoying the juices of nature, like the tomato from my garden that I had this morning, which after two months without overindulgence in sugar, tasted better than most candy ever could.