Humbling.
Darth Monkeybone at Mamamontezz’s place directs us to the Victor David Hanson essay, entitled “How Far We’ve Come.†It struck me as one of those pieces of writing that leaves me thinking that I ought to use this computer exclusively for online shopping and shoot-‘em-up games and stop pretending that I can successfully string sentences together in a manner that results in something that’s worth anyone’s time, including my own.
It’s not unlike those occasions when I would watch Gene Krupa, Buddy Rich, Joe Morello, or John Bohnam play drums, or Chet Atkins, Eric Clapton, or Mark Knopfler play guitar, and decide that the drumsticks and the guitar might make excellent kindling.
For me, the enjoyment that comes from reading or listening to the work of masters of their craft is sometimes tempered by the unpleasant realization that there are people (lots and lots of people) who can do the kinds of things I like to do far better than I can ever hope to do them.
I’ve never burned my sticks or my beloved Gibson, so I’ll certainly emerge from this latest inadequacy funk. However, for now, I think I’ll just use this high-tech paperweight to play a few games of Twenty Questions.
Thanks to karbonkountymoos for the Twenty Questions Link. It came in handy today.
Damn. Save a few of them questions for me Jim wouldya?
Comment by Sgt Hook — December 4, 2004 @ 12:45 pm
Hanson makes me feel that way, Lileks makes me feel that way. Tim Blair, Mark Styne, Christopher Hitchens. Hell, you’ve made me feel that way. Don’t give up the Gibson and don’t stop writing.
Comment by Mike Hill — December 4, 2004 @ 7:40 pm