So it’s come to this
My blogging has come to an end. Over the past year I had a lot of posts queued up, but now the well has run dry. Much of my writing for this blog has been in bursts of inspiration, writing anywhere from 3 to 12 posts at a time, and then periodically publishing those posts over time. Now I’ve run out of posts.
I could easily say that I don’t have time to write more, but more often than not when people say they don’t have time what they really mean is that it is just not a priority. And so it is with my writing. I have plenty of ideas of things to write about, but I simply have other priorities. If there were 26 hours in a day, I could easily spend the extra time writing for this blog. But with only 24 hours in a day, the blog has been taking a back seat.
It has been nearly three years since I began this blog and I wanted to thank everyone who has read my ramblings and for all of the comments, especially those that keep me in check because a blog can easily become a soap box if no one talks back and tries to at least correct any mistakes and make counter-arguments.
Nick Saban
While there have been many college football coaches who have won multiple national championships, I cannot think of a coach who has won a national championship with two different teams other than Nick Saban.
Wish You Were Here
I’ve heard the song “Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd hundreds and hundreds of times, and I’ve played it probably as many times on the guitar over the course of over 15 years. But the amazing thing about the best music is that even after countless times listening to it, it can still reveal new aspects of itself.
The verse and chorus of “Wish You Were Here” is made up of four chords: G, C, D, and A minor. As noted in Wikipedia, “minor chords sound darker than major chords.” What I’ve only just discovered is that in the lyrics of “Wish You Were Here,” the words “hell,” “fear,” and “war” all occur on the change to the A minor chord, the “darker” chord in the song.
By no means is this revelation earth shattering, but it is one of the little things that makes music so fascinating.
