Followlast sunday it rained in nyc so no open tennis. on monday an old racquetball buddy, me & 2 kids went to us open final. it rained again. we sat in an empty bar for 2 hours. bar was people crowded but no liquor which was all packed away thinking they were done for the year. common sense: during rain some people go home before play resumes so we sat 9 rows from court. i saw sweat droplets on nadal. i looked around; people were on cell(sell) phones and berries not paying attention(not really caring) to the best tennis on earth ever. key words: not paying attention. i wondered: even with future trans-humanism, nano tech and ability to grow both extra hearts when yours gets clogged and tuna fish in a dish, could there ever be two humans hitting the ball harder than nadal and djokivic? but many people missed it. the game was different 15 years ago; ashe, navratilova, edberg, mc enroe and graf came to the net. today a power player gets passed at the base line. no time. no net play. so i thought: what a perfect definition of human evolution. no net play. we are evolving. we are video games. reality tv. obesity and sex on the beach. vegas pool parties and abs. microwaves. disappearing newspaper delivery to driveways. debt and deficit. doubt and depression. drugs and dogma. digital doctoring and defense. damn.
so skittling. i aim to inform on these blogs. skittling: when teens purge parents medicine chest taking elevating drugs and throw them into a plastic punch bowl at a party. each soul grabs a pill or two and blindly ingests. kennedy was president when we just spiked the punch with a fifth of vodka and invited sororities. skittling: another form of human evolution i suppose. but i use skittling as throwing information into this blog. meanwhile by october some 30,000 pairs of eyes would’ve read my blogs and it keeps growing. my thanks for the support which spurs and stimulates, motivates the digging into intestinal lining and cranial constitution. funny what resides within the soul. excavation is such a hopeful word. is it like that box of chocolate that forrest’s mom talks about?
last night on facebook i shared information on the impending extinction of wild tigers(maybe 10 years left). i can’t believe it could happen. what about the detroit tigers? what happens to their team name or the mascots of hundreds of colleges and schools? lsu? clemson? i thought people should start families so there’s still time to show a child a live tiger. wild tigers are on a path toward extinction, unless we act fast. it’s estimated that fewer than 3,200 now remain and of these only 1,000 are breeding females. with world leaders meeting this fall to negotiate a plan to prevent the wild tiger’s extinction, it is critical that we make sure America shows leadership on this issue and gives tiger conservation its full support. i’ll post a link for more information at end of blog. boggled and baffled i was beaten down a bit. no one responded on facebook to the comments and links about the tiger. but people still smoke. people play with cell phones at the us open. the united nations says in 30 years no more fish in the ocean. two months after capping the gulf oil volcano, with most of the oil still sitting somewhere down there, news coverage, memories and concerns are like that feather at the end of forrest gump. then i read that pg&e (the power company from california) diverted repair money from the san bruno pipeline with the subsequent explosion and weren’t they the company that made erin brockovich famous. damaging storms hit new york city yesterday(the media hyped for hours and hours that they were tornados possibly. great for ratings. of course it wasn’t a tornado) but for two solid hours nyc tv stations interviewed people who had a tree fall down. sometimes from cell phones. sometimes with people’s kids laughing in the background(someday those laughing kids will get their own cell phones and take them to the us tennis open). all those hours of downed tree coverage. one spot showed a man single handedly clearing branches so kids could walk out of a brooklyn school easier. he said it was better than going to the gym. and i asked myself about all this energy of tv media coverage of downed trees but no one ever told me about the wild tiger becoming extinct or how bad that company in california still is. how many more movies have to be made? how many more miles does a white dove have to sail in the ocean before rest. and i worry about lions too. and all animals. extinction is ALL around.
i mentioned spirit. someday i’ll write a book about my special journey to spirituality. maybe you all (yawl) should know a little bit. five years ago innocently one night at 4:44 am i was taken into this wonderful world of enlightenment. the more you open, the more you receive. i’ve been open for five years. i live in a world of angelic intervention. i’ve got plenty of earth bound witnesses to all this. a diary filled. ‘haunting’ now one of my favorite expressive words. i’ve been to sedona 12 times, mostly on solo ‘souljourns’ , climbing barefoot on vortex mountains. there is something out there and all around and way up in the sky. it warms, lifts, opens and makes me realize every day i’m evolving. i love evolving. it’s like forrest’s box of chocolate. i never know what i’m going to get or what i’m going to think and when i’m going to wind up in montana on Christmas eve.
oh the link to stuff about the wild tigers: (Thanks to Grace A. for lighting my fires of awareness to the tigers, to the gulf, to the environment, to air we breathe. we all need fires lit. can’t get enough fires)
http://bit.ly/cMDV89
or
http://www.thehungersite.com/clickToGive/campaign.faces;jsessionid=D90B0749C0AFA3D09B0CC6BBFB3D1799.ctg-b?siteId=3&campaign=WildTigers