Have you ever felt like a writer was speaking directly to you when you’re reading their work?

Ok, in my case, I’m listening to The Old Man and the Sea on the iPod on the way to work.  I must admit that in my long career as a reader I’ve read very little of Hemingway’s work.  I see now that this is a problem.  A void that must be filled.  I’m resolving to fix that problem, right here and right now.

I am a perfectionist, even though I’m far from perfect.  I am constantly striving to be exact and firmly believe that luck is merely that – a chance.   So, when I heard, “It is better to be lucky, but I would rather be exact” it struck a chord with me.  I immediately started committing it to memory.  (Since I’m not reading the book I can’t bookmark it or underline it — one of the many drawbacks to listening to a book rather than reading it.)

Contextually, the sentence is interesting in its own right — the old fisherman who hasn’t caught a fish in over 80 days, is thinking about the fact that his protégé is fishing with a luckier boat.  But there’s more here.

I’ve always been fascinated by how sounds fit together to become words, and words fit together to become sentences, and sentences…well, you get the picture.  Some writers (probably myself included) simply manage to put together a good sentence.  And maybe, if we’re lucky, we put together a few good sentences and have a good paragraph.

The Old Man and the Sea is not full of good sentences — it is full of great sentences.  Every one of them seems to be perfectly timed, measured, and exact.  It’s as if Hemingway is telling the reader that he’d rather be exact in his writing that be lucky (his previous writings had not enjoyed the commercial or critical success that this story would).

For me personally, the sentence is interesting because I’d rather be exact than be lucky.

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After my post last night, I settled down for some television with Mrs. TKD.  Around 8:30, I started nodding off.  I literally could not keep my eyes open.   I thought for sure, that this would be a good night sleep given my labors for the day.  Right before bed, I took a prescription sleep aid, just to ensure what I thought was already ensured.

No dice.

I laid there until 11:30 wide awake.  Then went down to the couch and laid there until 2:30, also seemingly wide awake.  I decided to down a glass of milk and head back up to the bed.  The next thing I knew it was 5:30 and my alarm was going off.

I’m in a complete fog today.  I’m also avoiding coffee, in an attempt to lessen the number of migraines I’ve been having, so I don’t even have the helping hand of caffeine to keep me going.

There’s always been something good about putting in an honest day’s physical labor that I’ve loved.  I can’t say whether it’s the feeling of complete exhaustion at the end of the day, the full night sleep that follows, or just the smell of sweat and dirt running off my head in the shower that makes it so great.  But I can say this, one thing that makes it better is when you are working with an old friend on a project.

I spent the day with my good friend Schwingman today.  We built a deck on his new addition.  It wasn’t especially huge, but it wasn’t a small undertaking either.  It took us the better part of 5 hours, with a break for lunch and two extra trips to 84 Lumber.  As I drove home, I had a great feeling of satisfaction, knowing I’d spent the day with a great friend from college and that we’d accomplished a lot.  Schwingman and his family were happy for sure, and knowing that I’d helped made me feel really good.

Mrs. TKD and I went to see the U2 concert at FedEx field on Tuesday.  I’ve been meaning to wirte something about this all week, but its been a crazy week.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget the first time I heard a song by U2.   It was 1985 and  MTV had a show called 120 Minutes that ran Saturday night at midnight.  I could never stay awake, but thanks to a modern marvel called a VCR, I was able to tape it (yes literally tape it on analogue tape) and watch it the next morning.  Of course, I didn’t admit to my friends that I taped it, that wouldn’t have been cool.  As my borther and I watched the show, in our pajamas eating cereal, the video for “Pride” came on the TV.  I remember being awestruck.  I had to buy The Unforgettable Fire as soon as possible, which I did with in a week or two – relying on my parents to transport me a good 14 miles away from our small town to an actual record store in an actual Mall.  I remember the feel of the white cassette in my hands, and how anxious I was to get home to put it in a player so I could actually listen to it.  Our car did not have a cassette player.  When I did get to listen to the album, I was hooked immediately.   “Pride” rapidly faded from its status my favorite track on the album with “Bad” taking its place. More »

After a relatively long day at the office, though one that included a half hour in the sun reading, I had a long commute home full of traffic. I got home right around 6. Very little daylight remained, but I got out on the bike for a spin around Severna Park.

There is something really wonderful about peddling a bike that you’ve owned for 17 years and recently converted to a single speed. It feels like being on a bike from your boyhood. (humm, guess it is a bike from my boyhood…)

I had to cut the ride short, on account of the lack of light, but it was a good ride through a few of the neighborhoods nearby. Tomorrow is another day, hope to get out for a ride in the morning.