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Oh, The Places You’ll Go!
by Dr. Suess
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head,
you have feet in your shoes,
you can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look ’em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any
you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you’ll head straight out of town.
It’s opener there
in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen,
don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.
THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so
but, sadly, it’s true
can happen to you.
You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump,
you’re not in for much fun.
is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And IF you go in, should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads
at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles
across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear,
toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place.
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.
With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t.
Because, sometimes, they won’t.
I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
’cause you’ll play against you.
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go
though the weather be foul.
On you will go
though your enemies prowl.
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl.
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.
On and on you will hike.
And I know you’ll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
A Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,
you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!
Author’s note: This post was first published January 25th, 2011. I obviously have been on Twitter for some time now, but found this post entertaining nonetheless. Please feel free to comment. As I am busy climbing a mountain now, I’ll respond to all comments when I return. Thanks!
I’m in! I’m now one of the crowd. I took the dive: I started a Twitter account–and yes, it was as easy as pie. And the funny thing was, it didn’t hurt at all. No. Painless as an ice cold margarita on a Saturday afternoon.
With all this technology and progress, I sometimes like to look back a little bit. I don’t know if it’s genetic or simply the age I grew up in, but I’ve always felt like I was reincarnated, as if I lived in the Forties and was born again–literally–in 1968 after a long hiatus. I know in my heart that this is fanciful thinking, but it carries a certain reality for me, and I often wonder how much this affects my writing…?
Simply said, past ages fascinate me. What was the pace of life like back then? How did it compare to today. Was writing a novel a completely different experience without all the world’s information and resources at our fingertips in tools such as Google?
I think about the people who populated those eras. I puzzle and stare too long at the pictures of writers we all admire, wondering what floated through their transom on any average Tuesday, and how that train of thought might compare with my own. I play games in my head. For example, wouldn’t it be fun to imagine some of our favorite authors–some now long since dead–tweeting?
If you too have wondered these things, then today’s your lucky day. Behold, with a little modern magic, some Photoshop and a little elbow grease, we can see what a few of the best known writer’s might have tweeted, if given the chance.
Off the bat, I can see it now: good old F. Scott sitting around with Zelda, jotting off:
Or Hemingway, laying it on thick:
And who knows what kind of crazy stuff Lewis Carroll would come up with:
I can imagine good old Charlie Dickens adding his voice to the conversation:
What about Herman Melville?
Of course we can’t leave the ladies out. Jane Austen might have expressed herself thusly:
No doubt Charlotte Bronte might have quipped:
Standing in the shadow of these literary giants, I am indeed humbled, a condition in which I have spent most of my life, well in advance of the Twitter Age. Thus, and I understand the meagreness of my offering, upon opening my account today, I could but manage:
If you’d like to come join me on Twitter, feel free. You can find me here. Rest assured, I’ll see if I can find a way to be a tad more interesting.
Time has been flying by lately, as we hurtle toward a New Year with ever increasing abandon. I can hardly believe it’s almost October. Much lies in our future; a move back to the United States; retirement for me after 20 summers in the Navy; a whole new life to start again. It’s thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
But time also flies, as they say, when we’re having fun. Though I’ve been missing from this forum as of late, much has happened in real life, and the last six months have gifted us a veritable cornucopia of memorable moments. It’s easy to be thankful, and I thank my luck stars every day. 😀
So, on this Friday afternoon, I’m feeling somewhat reflective. I thought I’d share a few recent life events with ya’all, just for fun. Consider this fair warning: I may wander into Facebook territory a time or two, but rest assured we’ll return to our regularly scheduled programming soon enough.
The first thing I can report–and the biggie on this list, is we have a new member of the family.
Chip (his Blogosphere Codename) was born June 11th, 9 lbs, 10 ounces, healthy–and happy, as was Momma and sister Muffin. He’s a big laugher already; we’ve taken to calling him Gigglebox among other nicknames.
Sister Muffin is in love with her brother, and needless to say we are all thrilled. I guess if I had to have an excuse for not blogging too much, this is a pretty good one.
Other news from around here: Etna’s been acting up, which has made for a few photo opportunities.
Caught this pic on an early morning run one day.
This one was taken from our yard. No reason to be nervous. We’re miles away, and on a hill to boot!
I took up running again, which I am finding energizing and refreshing. It’s been right hot here in Sicily through August, but I managed OK. I went out for the 9/11 Commemorative 5k, which was a blast–and such great weather!
As part of the run, they handed out slips of paper with the name of a 9/11 survivor on it. We safety-pinned them to our T-shirts and ran in their honor.
A great event all round. (you can find out more about Babita Guman here).
We also capitalized on the abundance of fresh produce and other products made from fresh ingredients available on the economy. When it’s hot, there’s nothing better than sitting down to a cold dinner of fresh peaches, cucumbers, peppers, prosciutto, cheeses, bread from the bakery down the road (panneficio in Italian), the list goes on. Mmm mmm, good!
Finally, you may recall way back when that one of my goals for 2011 was to climb Mount Kilimanjaro, in Tanzania. Turns out it’s not gonna happen in 2011. BUT I will head off in January 2012 to do the deed. As a result, I’ve been doing tons of hiking and other climbing-related fitness activities in preparation, including this recent climb to the summit of Etna.
Boy, was that a blast! But enough about me. What fun non-writing stuff have you been up to lately? Please, do tell!
I’ll wrap it up now, but not before I play you into the weekend with a song that’s sounding particularly apropos to me right now. Have a way groovy weekend!