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    1. We should get out of the habit of saying that anything is once-in-a-lifetime. We should stop pretending we have any idea how long a lifetime is, or what might happen in one. And yet, I strongly suspect that our long day in Iceland really was once-in-a-lifetime.

      I like this sentiment.

    2. the weight of expectation

      I touch upon this in one of my prospective questions, viz., "Has anyone ever recommended anything to you really intensely — ‘You have to try this!’, ‘You have to listen to this!’, ‘You have to watch this!’, et c. — and did it live up to your expectations? Did the fact that someone recommended it to you predispose you to like or loath it, and if so, did that have more to do with what was recommended, or with the person giving the recommendation?"

    3. "In Greeland it is always icy," she said, "but here in Iceland the weather is quite mild. They should call Iceland Greenland and Greenland Iceland."

      I first heard this quip back in elementary school. Seems to be a popular one.

    4. my beloved team

      I love how he went from near-total ignorance of the Icelandic men's handball team to 'die-hard' fandom. Another example of extremes.

    5. the only time I'd seen any public celebrations of a national event was in 1999, when the U.S. Women's National Soccer Team won the World Cup

      My folks were in Spain the night that country won the World Cup, and my dad stayed out drinking for an inordinate amount of time. (It actually pissed my mom off quite a bit.)

    6. I felt exultant. I loved Iceland. I loved Reykjavik. I loved these people

      Another extreme of emotions. (This, I believe, is where the despair of Green's hangover starts to break.)

    7. some great wave of human experience

      I like this phrase, and should incorporate it into one of my questions (e.g., "Have you ever found yourself in what Green called 'some great wave of human experience'?).

    8. "Maybe," Laura said, "they're all watching the same thing on TV?"

      How astute! I love how Green singles this sentence out for emphasis in its own paragraph.

    9. entirely too loud

      Is it really that loud, or is this again the hangover talking? Starting to think that perhaps there's some unreliable narration going on.

    1. We were both in thefugue-state that exhaustion throughrepetition brings on, a fugue-state I'vedecided that my whole time on tenniswas spent chasing, a fugue-state I as-sociate too with plowing and seedingand detasseling and spreading herbi-cides back and forth in sentry dutyalong perfect lines, up and back, ormilitary marching on flat blacktop,hypnotic, a mental state at once flatand lush, numbing and yet exquisite-ly felt.

      I love his description of this state --- 'a mental state at once flat and lush, numbing and yet exquisitely felt'.

    2. Butterflies are primarily a condition-ing drill: Both players have to get fromone side of the court to the other be-.tween each stroke, and once the ini~tial pain and wind-sucking is over,assuming you're a kid who's in absurdshape because you spend countlessmindless hours jumping rope or run-ning laps backward or doing straightsprints back and forth along the per-fect furrows of bean fields each morn-ing, once the first pain and fatigue ofbutterflies are got through, if bothguys are good enough so that thereare few unforced errors to break upthe rally, a kind of fugue-state opensup inside you and your concentrationtelescopes toward a still point and youlose awareness of your limbs and thesoft shush of your shoe's slide andwhatever's outside the lines of thecourt, and pretty much all you knowthen is the bright ball and the octan-gled butterfly outline of its path acrossthe court, and at Hessel Park the courtwas such a deep piney color that theflights of the fluorescent balls stayedon one's visual screen for a few extraseconds, leaving trails.

      Damn, I think that's the longest sentence I've read in this essay thus far. Why run on?

    3. Tornadoes were, in our part of CentralIllinois, the dimensionless point atwhich parallel lines met and whirledand blew up.

      Another allusion to hyperbolic geometry?

    4. The result was not aGreek x or even a Cartesian axis butan alchemical circling of the square.

      'Circling of the square'? I usually hear squaring of the circle. I imagine a similar impossibility proof applies as far as ruler-and-compass construction is concerned.

    5. Like all serious wincls,they were the z-coordinate for our lit-tle stretch of plain, a move up from theEuclidian monotone of furrow, road,axis, and grid.

      More math.

    6. Tornadoes were a real part of myMidwest childhood, because as a littlekid I was obsessed with dread overthem.

      Shit, I'm an adult, and have never lived in a tornado-prone area (unless you count the fluke that touched down in Salt Lake City years ago), and they still scare the hell out of me.

    7. If there was an actual Warningwhen you were outside away fromhome, say at a tennis tournament insome godforsaken public park at somecity fringe zoned for sprawl, you weresupposed to lie prone in the deepestdepression you could locate.

      Again, didn't know this. Hope I'll never have to put that knowledge to use.

    8. my township,in fact all of east-central Illinois, is aproud part of what meteorologists callTornado Alley

      I was wondering when he'd get to the tornadoes.

    9. These tarps, developed by somewindophobe in the early 1970s

      Is windophobe actually a word? (Doesn't matter, really; I know exactly what he means when he uses it.) (I looked for it in Merriam-Webster and couldn't find it.)

    10. thePeter Principle

      What's this? (According to Wikipedia, it's the observation that 'people in a hierarchy tend to rise to "a level of respective incompetence": employees are promoted based on their success in previous jobs until they reach a level at which they are no longer competent', which makes sense from the context.)

    11. I experiencedthe same resentment toward what-ever children abstract as Nature thatI knew Steve Moe felt when a sound-ly considered approach shot downthe forehand line was blown out bya gust.

      I love the callback to the wind gusts --- except that, this time, he's on the receiving end.

    12. I could hitcurves way out into cross breezesthat'ddrop the ball just fair; I had a specialwind serve that had so much spin theball turned oval in the air, curved lefrto right like a smart slider, and then re-versed its arc on the bounce.

      I particularly like his description of his serve. He makes it sound like a magical art.

    13. I had, by thirteen, developed asort of Taoist hubris about my abilityto control via non-control.

      As something of a Taoist myself, I love this description.

    14. Butto say that I did not use verve or imag-ination was untrue. Acceptance is itsown verve, and it takes imaginationfor a player to like wind,I and I liked wind.

      Excellent points!

    15. I couldn't begin to tell youhow many tournament matches l.wonbetween the ages of twelve and fif-teen against bigger, faster, more co-ordinated, and better coached op-ponents simply by hitting balls un-imaginatively back down the middleof the court in schizophrenic gales,letting the other kid play with moreverve and panache, waiting forenough of his ambitious balls aimednear the lines to curve or slide viawind outside the green court andwhite stripe into the raw red territo-ry that won me yet another uglypoint.

      Great description.

    16. It drove somekids near mad with the caprice andunfairness of it all, and on real windydays these kids, usually with talentout the wazoo, would have their firstapoplectic racket-throwing tantrum inabout the match's third game and bythe end of the first set would havelapsed into a kind of sullen coma, bit-terly expecting to get screwed overby wind, net, tape, sun.

      A few things here: 'real windy' is decidedly colloquial (grammatically, it should be 'really windy'); and 'apoplectic racket-throwing tantrum' is such a delightful turn of phrase.

    17. Because the expansionof response possibilities is quadratic,you are required to think n shotsahead, where n is a hyperbolic func-tion limited by (roughly) your oppo-nent's talent and the number of shotsin the rally so far.

      Another nerd alert. Lots to unpack here.

    18. competitive tennis, like money-pool,requires geometric thinking, the abil-ity to calculate not merely your ownangles but the angles of response toyour angles

      More math.

    19. the Ro-totiller, a rented, wheelbarrow-shaped,gas-driven thing that roared and snort-ed and bucked and seemed to propelits mistress rather than vice versa

      Having used a Rototiller before, I love this description, particularly the part about it propelling its handler (because that's certainly what it did to me).

    20. Most of mymemories of childhood,whether of furrowed. acreage or a' harvester'ssentry duty along R.R.l04W or the play of sharpshadows against the Le-gion Hall softball field'sdusk, I could now reconstruct on de-mand with an edge and protractor.

      More mathematics.

    21. the gleaming Peo-ria kids whose hair nevereven lost its part right upuntil their eyes rolled up intheir heads and theypitched forward onto theshimmering concrete

      More class warfare?

    22. The wind wouldjust die, some days, inAugust, and it was no re-lief at all; the cessationdrove us nuts. We real-ized afresh how muchthe wind had becomepart of the soundtrackto life in Philo. Thesound of wind had be-come, for me, silence.When it went away, Iwas left with the squeak of theblood in my head and the auralglitter of all those little eardrumhairs quivering like aT drunk in withdrawal.

      Nice imagery.

    23. gentleswells and declivities that make thetopology a sadistic exercise in plot- .ting quadrics

      I love how he introduces mathematically technical language into this essay from time to time. Also, what's a declivity? (It's a downward slope, which is what I suspected from the context.)

    24. a weird pro-clivity for intuitive math

      I was always jealous of folks who had this. My mathematical talents manifested themselves in the formal arena, and I was never all that good at intuiting shortcuts (with one exception: the ARML relay competition, where I did spot the warp whistle, so to speak).

    25. At four-teen I was ranked seventeenth in theUnited States Tennis Association'sWestern Section ("Western" beingthe creakily ancient USTA's designa-tion for the Midwest; farther west werethe Southwest, Northwest, and Pa-cific Northwest sections), fourth inthe state of Illinois, and around onehundredth in the nation, having flownin 1976, at the regional association'sexpense, to the U.S. National JuniorHardcourt Championships in Kala-mazoo, Michigan,'where in the secondround I got my rural ass handed to meby a California kid named Scott Davis,who's now a marginal figure on thepro circuit.

      Damn, that's impressive!

    26. I cut my competitive teethbeating up on lawyers' and dentists'kids at little Champaign and Urbanacountry club events

      A touch of class warfare?

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