Titleist Vokey wedges:
Titleist Vokey 60 degree wedge. I love the shape, the color, the lettering. Everything about this club seems thoughtfully made. My friend Kim gave it the nickname “The Magic Club”. It was sprinkling when I took these photos, hence the rain drops on the club.
The Man in the Arena
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
Theodore Roosevelt, Citizen in a Replubic, April 23, 1910
Why do I feel the need to share stuff with other people?
I’ve been thinking about my internet use a lot lately. It seems like every summer, when all of the consumer technology companies I care about reveal their latest and greatest thing, paired with an inordinate amount of free time, my internet cogs start churning. I find myself tweeting and blog-posting (a la this post) at a rate that never happens during any other time of year.
I think there are a couple reasons I do this. One, I’m not around most of the people that might criticize me to my face for what or how much I’m posting, so I feel freer to post what I want and as often as I want. And two, I have a lot more free time during the summer, so my brain runs wild with thoughts and I have more time to sit down and tweet and blog.
But what makes me want to do this, really? Why do I have the urge to put words on this page that tell the reader about my golf game, or my beliefs, or my mentality about things?
Comfort holds me back and keeps me sitting on the couch during the day.
Comfort keeps me looking at a twitter feed in the coolness of the kitchen.
Comfort keeps my eyes glued to the screen.
Comfort forces my head on the pillow at six in the morning.
Comfort makes me sit in the air conditioning of my car in the parking lot of the driving range.
Comfort lures me into seeing a movie instead of putting in the dark.
Comfort tells me to come home when the weather is unbearable.
Comfort causes me to spend my money on crap instead of a large bucket of balls.
Comfort makes me want a shower when I should be out sweating on the course.
Comfort wants me to eat physical food instead of feasting on God’s words.
Comfort puts trust in me and not in the One Who Created Me.
Comfort makes my feet heavy when there is work to be done.
Comfort has always been the opposite of practice, work, and sweat.
Comfort is the path leading to complacency and mediocrity.
Comfort is a weakness that keeps me from getting where I want to be, from getting done what needs to be done, from accomplishing my goals and seeing my dreams become reality.
It’s time to fight comfort. It’s time to fight tooth and nail for my goal.
December 27, 2011 at 10:10am
Why be a minimalist?
mnmlist.com aswers the question “Why be a minimalist?”
It’s a way to escape the excesses of the world around us — the excesses of consumerism, material possessions, clutter, having too much to do, too much debt, too many distractions, too much noise. But too little meaning. Minimalism is a way of eschewing the non-essential in order to focus on what’s truly important, what gives our lives meaning, what gives us joy and value.