A Rozy View on Life

I am John Rozelle, hear me ROAR like a dinosaur!

Thursday, July 17, 2008

A Glimpse into the "Depths" of my Mind

You know how people have a terminal velocity? Like when people jump out of an airplane and reach the fastest speed they can go.
I wonder if grass has a terminal height. Like the highest height it can grow to and not get any taller.
The reason I ponder this is that if grass does not have a terminal height, my imagination runs wild. ( I confess that I don't know all that much about when and how the continents got populated and when, but work with me here.)
The way I see it, when the Indians got to America the grass had been growing for quite some time. I'm not just talking days, months and years here. So basically anywhere they wanted to go, they had to trek through grass fields that were hundreds of feet tall. Perhaps thousands of feet tall.
I suppose there were grass eating animals around, but surely not enough to take care of all the grass.
You see where I'm going with this? I see either two options. Either grass has a terminal height or the Indians spent the vast majority of their time forging machetes and hacking their way through grass jungles, the like of which modern society has never seen.
Yes, this is what I think about in my free time.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

I Put My Money Where My Mouth Was

I'm a firm believer that our lives should not be lived within the confines of our comfort zones. It is the times that we do the things most objectionable or scary to us that we learn the most. I feel to some extent that this idea continually drives me more to do things that are not natural.
Unfortunately, this philosophy has consequences. Like when some friends invite you to go swing dancing. Those of you who know me know how brutally awful my dancing "abilities" are. Those of you who don't know me, just take my word for it.
So in line with stepping out of my comfort zone, I went for it. Try anything once, right? And of course I knew there would be some ladies there, so that helped.
So there I am awkwardly trying to figure out the basic foot moves when the teachers keep adding more complicated maneuvers in. One of them was called the tuck and roll. Luckily it didn't involved flying out of a cannon as one might expect.
So I'm starting to get the hang of it and feeling a little more confident. We switch partners frequently which prevents any one particular female with getting too frustrated with me. I go through one session in which I'm feeling pretty good, by far the best I've done all night. My partner responds, "Don't worry. You'll get it. Just keep trying."
Of course, all I can think is, "Honey, that's as good as it gets. You want more from me?"
Needless to say, I have no plans on becoming a professional dancer, of any sort.
At least from the evening I was able to take confidence in living up to my life philosophy and stepping out of my comfort zone. Not to mention being able to dance with some nice old ladies.