You know how annoying it can be to have a tune suck in your head? For the last 24 hours, my brain has been playing the theme to Silverado.
It’s been AWESOME!
Some truths are completely counterintuitive.
There are people that our society tells us that we should admire, and there are people whom we should admire.
We desire both to be respectable and to be respected. We dread both to be contemptible and to be contemned. But, upon coming into the world, we soon find that wisdom and virtue are by no means the sole objects of respect; nor vice and folly, of contempt. We frequently see the respectful attentions of the world more strongly directed towards the rich and the great, than towards the wise and the virtuous. We see frequently the vices and follies of the powerful much less despised than the poverty and weakness of the innocent. To deserve, to acquire, and to enjoy the respect and admiration of mankind, are the great objects of ambition and emulation. Two different roads are presented to us, equally leading to the attainment of this so much desired object; the one, by the study of wisdom and the practice of virtue; the other, by the acquisition of wealth and greatness. Two different characters are presented to our emulation; the one, of proud ambition and ostentatious avidity. the other, of humble modesty and equitable justice. Two different models, two different pictures, are held out to us, according to which we may fashion our own character and behaviour; the one more gaudy and glittering in its colouring; the other more correct and more exquisitely beautiful in its outline: the one forcing itself upon the notice of every wandering eye; the other, attracting the attention of scarce any body but the most studious and careful observer. They are the wise and the virtuous chiefly, a select, though, I am afraid, but a small party, who are the real and steady admirers of wisdom and virtue. The great mob of mankind are the admirers and worshippers, and, what may seem more extraordinary, most frequently the disinterested admirers and worshippers, of wealth and greatness.
Adam Smith, Theory of Moral Sentiments (Part I, Section III, Chapter III)
“Complaining affects us. It shames us. It exposes us… It reveals the hardness of our hearts. It narrows our focus to rest only on ourselves. It blinds us to who God is and to what our true needs are.”
Ronnie Martin, Stop Your Complaining
I hate to listen to others complain incessantly. It may grates on me. It wears me out. I hate it more that I’m a complainer. I hate it when I realize that I’m bending someone’s ear to drone on and on about my own imagined insults and slights. I hate what complaining does to me, to my heart and to my relationships with others and with God.
Saw it. It was good. Not as good as Avengers: Age of Ultron – by a long shot. I would go see Avengers: Age of Ultron in theaters, again… for the third time!
Shoes – I want to know who made those shoes Bryce Dallas Howard wears. Amazing! She makes it across the entire island without breaking a heel, and never stumbles. If that company makes a black combat boot, I’ll order them tomorrow!
I have this problem – a cheese pizza is a sin against pizza. It’s like someone started a pizza and got distracted with the laundry. It’s like photographing the sky without clouds. It’s like rain without wet. A pizza is a place to hold your toppings while you eat them. Picking the toppings, though…. a pepperoni pizza is just a place to start. The art in making a great pizza is knowing when to stop and what all needs doing in between. I give you my “Jody’s Other Pizza.” Perhaps some day I’ll divulge the recipe for “Jody’s Really Good Pizza.”