Returning on a jet plane...
Tomorrow I jump on a Southwest Airlines flight headed straight for Raleigh/Durham and with it, I face the challenge which will shape the outcome of the rest of my life.
Success - and I write my own ticket. Failure - and everything I worked for is lost.
I will finish reading Guns, Germs, and Steel tonight (thank god!) and will try to get to Akhil Amar's treatise on the double. My PDA, the Ipaq hx4700 will now govern my every move for the next 4 months.
Meanwhile, I have a DJOPA article still on the docket, and I need to schedule a ton of meetings for Project SKY.
I had a good and heartfelt talk with Toren. Everything is right there for him, if he would only choose to take it. He has the intellect, the reason, and the passion: but he refuses to embrace his greatest strength. His innate capacity for leadership - that all-encompassing devotion inspires - he never wishes to develop. He thinks his own greatest strength is a tool of trickery, a deceptive manipulation of perception.
It's a strength nearly every other man on this earth would kill for.
Mixed feelings abound as I had back into the lion's den. If I were to achieve all A's for the next 4 years, I could still graduate Summa Cum Laude -- a tall order if I ever pronounced one. Yet, the thought leads me down a path where I must realize a fundamental truth - I am going to college to learn, not to hone the other skills I so wish to sharpen.
I'm going to do both more and less in the coming semester - and let the more be great acts, and the less be last-semester's wasted hours. I will succeed - I have to succeed.
I also have to break to Samson that I'd rather pursue Soarsoft.org than The Honor Circle (though if he surprises me, then I will join him in the writing).
That's it for now. Duke beat the Maryland "Not our rival" Tarpins or whatever they are, today. Poor Carson Palmer may have lost his promising career in the NFL.
And I continue down my own path to nowhere.
Success - and I write my own ticket. Failure - and everything I worked for is lost.
I will finish reading Guns, Germs, and Steel tonight (thank god!) and will try to get to Akhil Amar's treatise on the double. My PDA, the Ipaq hx4700 will now govern my every move for the next 4 months.
Meanwhile, I have a DJOPA article still on the docket, and I need to schedule a ton of meetings for Project SKY.
I had a good and heartfelt talk with Toren. Everything is right there for him, if he would only choose to take it. He has the intellect, the reason, and the passion: but he refuses to embrace his greatest strength. His innate capacity for leadership - that all-encompassing devotion inspires - he never wishes to develop. He thinks his own greatest strength is a tool of trickery, a deceptive manipulation of perception.
It's a strength nearly every other man on this earth would kill for.
Mixed feelings abound as I had back into the lion's den. If I were to achieve all A's for the next 4 years, I could still graduate Summa Cum Laude -- a tall order if I ever pronounced one. Yet, the thought leads me down a path where I must realize a fundamental truth - I am going to college to learn, not to hone the other skills I so wish to sharpen.
I'm going to do both more and less in the coming semester - and let the more be great acts, and the less be last-semester's wasted hours. I will succeed - I have to succeed.
I also have to break to Samson that I'd rather pursue Soarsoft.org than The Honor Circle (though if he surprises me, then I will join him in the writing).
That's it for now. Duke beat the Maryland "Not our rival" Tarpins or whatever they are, today. Poor Carson Palmer may have lost his promising career in the NFL.
And I continue down my own path to nowhere.
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