
- RT @eddiepepitone: Ancient U.S.A. saying- When mall is open and food court busy, a calm comes over all the uneducated minds. #

This semester’s AP English final is on Beloved, a depressing novel enjoyed by no one.
“I need an 87 on the final to get an A in the class,” my boy says.
“That sounds manageable,” I say.
“Not really. I knew Hamlet backward and forward and on that test I got an 86.”
“What is Hamlet backward? It’s Telmah, right?”
For most of the season, my boy’s been one of the kids who only plays in the last few minutes of blowouts.
He’d like to play more but he’s never been on a basketball team before.
To me, the fact that he tried out at all is a win, making the team is icing on the cake, and whatever happens after that is up to him and the coach.
He told me he’s had some of his best practices lately, and in last night’s game, he got in for a few minutes in the third quarter and then played the whole fourth quarter.
“I’ve elevated myself from scrub to super scrub,” he said.
Warming up is the biggest bunch of horseshit I’ve ever heard in my life. Fifteen minutes to warm up! Does a lion warm up when he’s hungry? ‘Uh-oh, here comes an antelope. Better warm up.’ No! He just goes out and eats the sucker.

The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.

My boy tried out for varsity basketball at Northwood this year. He likes basketball, but he’s never played on a team before.
He plays roller hockey at a pretty high level, and if you break it down to fundamentals, basketball and hockey are pretty similar: you score goals at one end, defend the goal at the other end, and play together as a team.
He practiced a lot and worked out a lot and he made the squad.
I’m proud of him for trying out. When I was a high schooler, I could easily talk myself out of trying anything where I had a good chance of embarrassing myself in front of my peers.

Every morning when my owner lets me out of my enclosure, I run down the hall and make a sharp left into the family room because that’s where my food bowl lives.
And every morning, because the family room has a hardwood floor, my legs slide out from underneath me like a cartoon character.
Maybe I should just walk down the hall instead of running but I can’t help it! I’m always just so excited to start the day with a good breakfast!
— Lightning ![]()
People of Thebes, my countrymen, look on Oedipus.
He solved the famous riddle with his brilliance,
He rose to power, a man beyond all power.
Who could behold his greatness without envy?
Now what a black sea of terror has overwhelmed him.
Now as we keep our watch and wait the final day,
Count no man happy till he dies, free of pain at last.


The Chinese delegation visiting the White House squared off against the Americans in a game of softball.
The President of China played first base.

Today is Paul Cézanne’s 172nd birthday!
Did you know that Cézanne sometimes spent hours positioning objects before painting a still life? He did!

“I’m taking a nap,” the boy says. “I need to wake up at five.”
“Okay,” I reply.
“Five o’clock,” he says.
“Okay.”
“What time do I need to wake up?”
“Five.”
“That’s right.”

27 deaths, including 14 decapitated, rock Acapulco
Welcome to Mexico!
This is the first, and most important, lesson of teams: ask for help.
So we live by this lesson. If they don’t ask us for help, they never learn who we are and what we have to give. It can be frustrating for us, and hard for them, but not as frustrating and hard for both as us wasting ourselves upon people who do not want what we urge upon them.