I haven't really experienced much leisurely activity in the past five weeks.
I'm reaching the fifth week into the quarter "losing the plot" feelings that always creep up when it seems like I have more on my plate than I can possibly handle. It doesn't help when Creative Directors make me feel like my future will be no less stressful and then I start questioning why I ever chose such a profession. These feelings eventually subside when suddenly there seems to be a little light at the end of the tunnel and all of the hard work manifests itself into a nice, neat tangible pile of projects.
I think I ended up here because of a vast need to communicate in some way. I love the idea that a message can be enhanced by it's own appearance. I can remember being facsinated with type when I was five years old. Type, like shapes seemed to be the foundation for everything. I remember wanting to have something to do with that. I'm entirely too melodramatic when it comes to honesty but now I've developed a way to incorporate my perception into the world and I guess it makes me feel a little bit more understood. Maybe it just helps me understand myself.
But for tonight I have decided to put down my work. To clear my head. I'm going to read a book. Due to my apparently low attention span these days I'm choosing to reread one of my favorite novellas.
"Pafko at the Wall"
"The Shot Heard Around the World"
Bobby Thompson's pennant-winning home run in the bottom of the ninth inning
October 3, 1951
New York Giants vs. Brooklyn Dodgers
This book is actually the first chapter of a much larger novel by Don Delillo. Due to it's popularity it was turned into a seperat novella.
He makes you wonder if
Frank Sinatra, Jackie Gleason and J. Edgar Hoover
were really all in attendance together that day.
Russ Hodges' famous words
"There's a long drive.
It's gonna be.
I believe.
The Giants win the pennant.
The Giants win the pennant.
The Giants win the pennant.
The Giants win the pennant."
Like I used to hear when my brother watched old MASH reruns.
Flawless.
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