aussie open photo via tennis.com
i have a pretty good heart for winter--a snowfall can still feel and look like magic to me--but the cold here in nyc these last two days has been nothing short of stunning.
and so i dream of sunshine (it's summertime in australia)...
and now i dream of stars: read the career (watching) slam (maximum favorite writer is posting--thrice daily-- and podcasting from the open). i caution that he might inspire a little envy. who wouldn't want to be down there now? and: who wouldn't want to be able to turn phrases like:
"Outside was a Milky Way like I’ve never seen it. It looked like a thin cloud of stars stretching from one end of the universe to the other. How can it be that for all of human history we couldn’t fly, didn’t believe we were even meant to fly (see Icarus) until the Wright Brothers did it at the start of the 1900s? Now, a little more than one century later, we fly at 40,000 feet over the equator with just the stars for company, and no one gives it a second thought..."
and
"It’s always the same, but it never gets old. You fly in total black-hole darkness for hours, and then you come down in blinding brightness. The windows are all open now; you get the green countryside below you, and then you hit the clouds. They make the whole cabin flicker with light, while they rock the plane up and bring it down with that slightly sickening but fun unpredictability—you’re on an amusement-park ride now. Seeing New Zealand for the first time, I remembered again how flying makes the world seem so much less separated..."
and
"If I ever get my dream job as a cloud-watcher, I’ll move to New Zealand. I wish I could have stayed for a while."
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ps. he will write just as brightly about the tennis too.
stay tuned...
it's practice, man...
nadal/djokovic, jan 15, 2011. photo @ ben solomon via australianopen.org
