that blog in summer

could hardly wait for the longer days and shorter nights.

july 21, 2006

walking and talking in the heat

it’s delightful to see tiger do well in this heat. i couldn’t even venture outside my protected zone to avoid the glare and the soaring temperatures. but the world’s best golfers are out there competing in the Open under the intense humidity amid dried fairways and dreadful bunkers. those with early tee times clock in at the unholy hour of 6am. at least the third round starts at eight twenty. i’m so eternally grateful i could watch the Open this weekend.

plus there’s the added laxury of being glued to the Tour de France. i’ve read about floyd landis early travails in lance armstrong’s sequel to his bio it’s not about the bike entitled every second counts. landis is a colourful personality. his connection to armstrong makes him a media favorite. still, i miss armstrong’s dedication and strategies on winning the tour. the texan was utterly scientific while bordering on weirdness. he wasn’t only counting calories, he was also weighing his food. i presume he would tend to look up his blood results and check up if his numbers balance in the pyrenees. but lance is now basking in retirement, cycling with the likes of mcconaughey and gyllenhaal. not clashing against the robbie mcewens, oscar pereiros and andreas klodens.

as i watch all the sports i could muster, i feel like the catherine keener character in walking and talking . i don’t necessarily wait for the phone to ring. i have this craving for reading my friends’ blogs and e-mails. i send selected e-mails to some kind souls. however instead of being undulated with inspiring replies, long and significant pauses are thrown my way. so what’s with the chain mails? i know incalculable errands compete for attention or i just ask too many questions about the blue state of Illinois.

but after the summer comes the breeze of autumn. i wouldn’t be walking and talking the next few days. i have to delve deeper into the core and keep up with the readings. it’s disheartening to be an unhurried reader. not keeping up with the enlightened tide makes us linger in the nerve centers for novices. and when we come around to the essence of the venture, we’re left on our own, little support and some very nasty critics.