As some of our loyal readership are no doubt aware, I have a nephew who is the sum of all things precocious and adorable. On occasion, when people fawn over his impish grin and dazzling deep blue eyes, they suggest that he takes after his uncle, which is how I discovered what being flattered feels like, that sense of being praised or honored beyond one's merit. That's rare for me, because no one thinks higher of me than I do.
Flattery feels great, by the way, like being surprised by awesomeness you didn't know you had. It's intoxicating to watch the little bundle of delight charm entire rooms with his winsome ease, and then think that I might have in some way contributed to that. Having met both of his remarkable parents, though, I think it's both more likely and more fortunate that he is the harmonious blend of their distinct brilliance. Without feeling the need to claim responsibility, there is a particular trait that my nephew and I share which I would like to discuss today.
We are both obsessed with counting things.
I don't think we're alone in that regard. As a culture, we seem to have become enraptured with the quantification of quality.
Well, after a long time not bothering the web with my often inane musings on the social impact of our current sporting culture I have decided to add a sports section to this website. I have to admit that some of my motivation is just another avenue to keep my fingers hitting keys in the hope that they might stumble upon something worth being written, or worth being read. In a perfect world, I might discover something that was both. It would be dishonest to claim that as the entire reason, though.
The reality is that I love sports. In fact, I have a high degree of affection for quite a few athletic competitions, but there is something about the Sport, team versions in particular, that grips me in the kind of emotional catharsis that I can no longer access in a religious vein. While I have long thought that athletic team culture might grow into the heir for our collapsed religious meta-narrative, I would like to hold most of those thoughts for a later date, because at the moment the entirety of my intellectual and emotional resources are allotted to this delightful football tournament in Brazil.
Thoughts on culture, community, and development.