Theory: Soccer as Virtual Reality

Tomorrow sees the kickoff of the 19th FIFA World Cup, which, in a way, is a homecoming.I am at home now, on this field. Belly-down on green shag carpeting, the smell of clean, perfectly clean dirt – cleaner than any kitchen cleanser. The light quiet. Muted hustling of feet. How is this not my home?I am a soccer player. Meaning?It’s strange the way identities pull themselves together and, to a degree, how little we are consulted in that decision process. We can fake interests all we like, try on new hats, explore new options in the form of recreation and career and calling, but the things that truly come to denote our lives, those things come in search of us. We can accept...

Color Winners

Really guys? I expected much weirder of you. HAha joking joking. Really. You were all so superbly superb.The race was so close it took me a MONTH to determine the winners! (<---lie)I got distracted by life. You know how it goes. The foibles and follies of L I F E. (<---half lie)I got distracted by thinking about Babies. (<---truth)To Trevor/Sherry who wooed me with 2 of the 5, I present this gift:A sweet little Iranian film about someone who never could have won this contest (he is blind). It's stunningly beautiful. A gem.To the three runner ups, but only because In Living Color: Season 1 was too expensive.Please send your most current mailing address to my email...