4/12/10SportsPlayoff TimeIt's been a ridiculously long time since I did one of these. I tried one a few weeks ago, but it got munched right as I wrapping it up and I didn't have the energy to start over.
I don't have a ton to say in the way of sports. I'll take a stab at the Celts and their intriguing post season to come.
I managed to stay positive about the Celtics prospects for the playoffs until the last couple of weeks. They gave us a nice glimmer of hope playing solidly in Utah, Houston and especially Dallas. They had started to look a bit like the team we know. Alas, lackluster losses at home to Washington, Houston, and a blow out loss to the Spurs, plus a putrid loss in New York have dimmed my hopes. I can handle the losses, but the apparent apathy is brutal.
So we approach the playoffs. Two years removed from a championship team that was the embodiment of determination, teamwork, and hustle we have the same starting five, but a whole different feel.
The notion of the Celtics having a "magic switch" to turn on has been thrown around a bunch, but I just don't see how it happens. I'll be rooting my rear end off for the Celts, but I just have this sick feeling that when the chips are down this team will not respond well. I hate feeling that way, but I can't help it, I've been watching them all year.
We'll know who they play in the first round in the next couple of days. They should be able to beat a first round opponent - but who knows?
I'll be praying for that magic "on" switch until the very end. MediaSpinning the Vinyl
As you may know, I owned a record store for many years (see my avatar - that was the logo). I started out as a CD shop then accidentally fell into vinyl too. The records ended up being far and away my favorite part of the business. Buying collections and finding the treasures within was a ton of fun. Knowing which customer to alert when I came across a certain artist, genre, or label gave me a very personal connection with them. I got to know my record buyers well.
One of the downsides of owning a music store was that the CDs and records became a commodity for me, and my personal collection was basically a fluid part of inventory (especially once I could copy something to I-Tunes).
When I closed up shop I liquidated my vinyl inventory on eBay. I went from having thousands of records to just a few sentimental ones from my childhood, and a couple of blues albums I'd squirreled away in the last few years.
In the months since closing, I have slowly begun collecting again for the first in many years. Actually listening to vinyl in my office is a real treat. Last weekend I found a stack of decent stuff at a swap shop. In it was a Miles Davis "Evil Live" double album that I'd never heard. Great stuff.
Having to get up off your rear end and flip the record is a subtle reminder of how easy things are these days. I can flip on my Ipod and literally have a months worth of music play. What I love about vinyl is that it's real. The word "phonograph" means sound from something written. The music is literally written on the record. It's not a fabrication, it's tangible.
So much of the wonderful media technology of the last few years has served to further detach us from real interaction, or perhaps redefine the way we interact is a more fair way of saying it. The point is the way we do things now is becoming more and more impersonal. The beauty of records and record collecting is that there is a true connection between you, the record, and the music.LifeTransformerI ended up saying much more about vinyl than I'd reckoned for and I'm drawing a big fat blank about "life" sort of stuff. So, I'm going to cop out, and copy a post I made a few days back in the Transformative Experience thread ( http://forums.celticsblog.com/index.php?topic=36730.msg726835#msg726835 ) . It was glossed over pretty quickly anyhow, so maybe you haven't seen it before. If you have already read it, and don't feel like reading it, I will impart upon you my own personally created "life is like" line: Life is like a tube of tooth paste; if you try really hard, you can always squeeze a little more out of it...
Anyhow, here's the piece I wrote the other day:
I revisited a place this past week where I had an epiphany about a dozen years ago. My daughters were at yoga (yeh, they do yoga) on Wednesday so I had an hour to kill. I used to live right around the corner from there when I was in my mid-twenties. Down the street from yoga, and where I used to live, is one of my favorite beaches. I used swim there at night after work. Sometimes I'd sit in the life guard's chair and just chill out, listening to the waves meet the shore.
One day, when I was just short of 30 years of age, I walked to the beach and climbed up to the life guard's perch. My Dad's sister, who was just a few years older than I am now, had recently passed away after a long battle with cancer. She was always asking me if I was dating anyone, and I'd always tell her no, not now. We'd talk about other stuff too, but I knew she really wanted me to find someone to be happy with.
So, I got reflective. I thought about what was really important to me. I thought about what I was doing with my life, and how I could improve on things. I thought about the power of positivity, and I resolved to seek out positive people and purge myself of any negative people in my circle. I thought about worrying less about finding someone to love me, and concentrating on loving who I am - who I really am - first.
I thought for a good long while that night. I felt a flush of hope come over me. Like everything was going to be all right.
I did the things I'd thought about in the months that followed. I kept positive, and found that positive people started gravitating towards me, and me towards them.
The woman who would become my wife, the same woman who had worked next door to me for years, and known me from around town forever, suddenly looked at me differently. We started dating and fell in love very quickly. A little over a year later we were married.
I can't fully describe the depths of how miraculous this turnaround in my life was. I am not super religious, but I do believe in the power of positive thinking. I just wish I remembered it more often. Like Wednesday, when I returned to the chair, kicked up my legs, and looked out at the ocean. It had been years since I'd been there, but I plan to return more often now and refocus on the things that are truly important in life.
I've certainly had other transformative experiences, but the day at the lifeguard chair began my life as an adult.