Ok, now that Luxlee has finally gone pink I just want to say thank you and post something in gratitude to my amazing friend Acacia, who has been an incredible and wonderful light in my life for many years.

Thank you, doll.








And since it's Superbowl Sunday I have been thinking recently about the whole jock/nerd dichotomy and how it seems almost universally true that those who are popular and athletic in high school are usually the ones who never leave their hometown, marry someone local and have dull, uninteresting kids and do nothing of interest with their lives, while those kids who were different or picked on go on to do all SORTS of interesting things. And a lot of people think it's because of karma. Because we in America have a fast-food idea of karma. And, what do I know? That might be true. But also consider this:

In high school the worship of athletics naturally elevates those who are participating in events in which they CAN excel. A lot of people are good athletes when they're young! They're fast. They're strong. They have stamina and endurance. AFTER high school it takes work to maintain that. But when you're in those high school years it's natural for a lot of people.

But after high school those jocks go from participants to spectators. And they get a little rounder around the middle. And they have nothing interesting to talk about because they are no longer DOING, but watching. So they watch with their friends in bars. And they high five. And they remember the time when they were the local legends.

ON THE OTHER HAND, the life of the nerd has the exact OPPOSITE trajectory. The nerd starts out as a spectator. They're into comics, or movies, or books. Or music. Or whatever. And it's only when they grow up that they can participate in their passions. The interest of the nerd actually REQUIRE life experience to make them interesting. It's only later in life that they can actually begin to show who they really are and what they have to offer.

And while we're on the subject of athletics, have you ever noticed how grown men who wear sports jerseys with the name and numbers of young men on the back are essentially participating in cosplay? They're dressing up as their hero! The difference, of course, is that the hero of the grown man is a living, breathing person who makes a lot of money off the sale of his jersey.

I just think that's odd.