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Reflections from the Bell Curve: Humbled by History

Two thousand years from now, it's easy to envision anyone standing in front of Sagrada Familia here in Barcelona having a reaction similar to mine when I approached the Roman Aqueduct in Segovia a few days back. 

This marvel - the vision of Spanish architect Antoni Gaudi - began construction in 1882 and is now nearing completion. When it's finished, it will be the tallest church in the world. As is almost always the case, the picture below is inadequate. Visit Wikipedia - link is underneath the picture - to get a more complete sense of this indescribable modern wonder. Then follow the links from Wikipedia to learn the full story. I promise you will be amazed.  

What a treat it has been to go from being humbled by history via the Roman Aqueduct to feeling as though I'm living history via standing in front of Sagrada Familia. And both over the course of a few days. 

Sagrada Família - Wikipedia

Eat the World in Adolescence

Although the project we dubbed Eat the World has gone in fits and starts over its fifteen-year history, today's birthday feels special for two reasons.

1.) Unlike every March 23 since the inception of this project in 2011, today we are actually in a country outside the U.S. as we sample its cuisine. Put aside the fact that we'd already eaten dishes from Spain before we got here on Thursday because...

2.) The food here is so outstanding it does not matter that Spain was already included on our list of 102 previously sampled cuisines. I'm prepared to say the meals we've had thus far in Spain have been the equal of those we had when visiting Greece in 2019 and nearly the equal of those we had on our 2012 visit to Italy. Those of you who have visited Spain: Did you have an equally first-rate experience with Spanish cuisine when you were here?

Any complaints, you ask? Well, unlike Greece or Italy, vegetarian fare is not as routinely offered here. I'm coping just fine, thank you. 

Reflections from the Bell Curve: World Traveling Via Food (To Be Continued)

Humbled by History

What were the circumstances connected to the most recent instance when you felt humbled by history? Did something you read in a book perhaps connect you in some powerful way to the distant past? Maybe something depicted in a film about ancient times elicited a deep awe in you? I've certainly had experiences like that.

The vicarious thrill that books, film, or stories about history have delivered to me cannot compare to the buzz I felt today. As he began speaking of the Roman aqueduct we were approaching, I listened intently to our guide. But my attention wandered as my mind's eye tried to imagine this structure when it was first erected here in Segovia Spain over two thousand years ago. The last time I can recall feeling this humbled by history was when our guide interpreted the Native American petroglyphs in some of the remote caves of Death Valley on a visit we made there a few years back. I'm comfortable using the word transcendent to describe moments like the one I had earlier today while standing beneath the aqueduct pictured above.

I welcome hearing a similar story from your life. 

Infused with Gratitude

Awaiting our flight to Madrid, I'm infused with gratitude. 

* I'm grateful my wife and I have built a life that affords us the opportunity to travel extensively.

* I'm grateful my wife enjoys experiencing new places as much as I do.

* I'm grateful we're both healthy enough to continue travelling.

Although that partial list doesn't tell the full story, I hope anyone reading will feel inspired to join me by sharing a few things that make you grateful today. 

As always, the amount of reflecting I'll do between now and our return home on March 29 depends on how reliable the WIFI is in our locations while travelling through Spain. As previously requested by readers, I'll try to include a pic or two. Given my technological ineptitude, I make no promises.    

From a Committed Incoming Senior, Blogosphere U

In September of 1970, I began my 16th continuous year of formal schooling when I started my senior year as an undergraduate. Tomorrow begins my 16th continuous year of blogging. What has this incoming senior at Blogosphere U learned over fifteen years?

* Write it down immediately. What I write in my blog notebook frequently comes to nothing. But many tiny fragments often facilitate the assembly of something. And when I don't write it down immediately - whatever "it" is - I usually have more trouble retrieving it when it's needed.

* Be ready to accept help from anyone. I was almost finished with Blogosphere Grammar School before fully internalizing this lesson. Since wising up, I've made use of many sharp insights, several grammar tips, and a few potent challenges. It has all helped me as a thinker and writer. The feedback has come from faithful readers, frequent commenters, occasional lurkers, anonymous critics. Thanks to all. 

* Manage expectations via the lament of notable writers. Accepting my continued toils in obscurity has been made easier by learning of writers I admire who ponder their legacy. If folks like these - whose work is widely known - have these wonderings at least I'm in good company when feeling sorry for myself. 

Committed to blogging? Since I've now been at it for almost 20% of my life, that's safe to say. I am aware, however, that the verb committed has multiple meanings. Oh well. What practice are you committed to? How long has your commitment endured? What has that commitment taught you?

Help with a Reprise

The most gratifying thing about being asked to reprise one of the music courses I first began doing in 2014 is just that - being asked. It's additionally satisfying because each time I reprise one, my delivery of the content gets tighter. And from a mercenary viewpoint, each reprise brings me a bit closer to minimum wage, given the inordinate amount of time I devote when developing these courses.

It's been several years since I last had the opportunity to reprise Jazz 101 (and a Bit Beyond), one of my earliest creations and a class of which I'm particularly proud. It's such a gas watching participants get ignited when I introduce them to a new artist or a fresh interpretation of a song. Consequently, I'm really pleased I'll be reprising this specific course late this year because my tweaks to this one will reflect some recent discoveries I've made.

Reflections from the Bell Curve: Passing the Torch

After listening to the YouTube clip of Samara Joy imbedded in the post above, I have a favor to ask. If you've run across a newcomer to the jazz scene - i.e., a singer or instrumentalist who has broken through within the last five years - and you think that artist is in Joy's league and could've escaped my attention, please share that name with me, either in a comment here or offline. My search for jewels like Joy is never-ending. 

Thanks in advance.

Book Healing

Near the top of any list of highlights from my post full-time work life has to be the many book discussions I've had with others, both in clubs and in ad-hoc meetings with several reading soulmates. It would be difficult to overstate how much these discussions have enriched and energized me. Since joining my first book club less than two months into Act Three, barely a month has gone by over the ensuing sixteen years without a discussion or two awaiting me on my schedule. 

In addition to the enrichment and energy these discussions often provide, the fellowship can be equally satisfying. Relationships with people I initially meet via book discussions sometimes deepen. Just as frequently, when meeting a reader in a different setting, I encourage them to join my book group, which in turn sometimes strengthens those ties. It's a virtuous cycle, all connected by books. 

On occasion, a book discussion comes along just when I most need it. Like today. Leaving my club's discussion of Destiny of the Republic earlier this evening, I realized how healing it is during this difficult period of my life to simply be with others who love books. To all my fellow bookworms: Thank you!

Reflections from the Bell Curve: What If?

First Impression 6.0

I'm confident asserting that the fundamental aspects of my personality - especially my temperament - haven't shifted much over my lifetime. How about you? Putting aside behavioral changes you've made to help you better navigate the world, would you say you've remained much the same person over your lifetime? Or would you claim you're fundamentally different? In what way? 

Still, assuming I am - as I believe - much the same now as I've always been, I'm just as confident saying that the first impression I make on others has shifted radically over my seventy-six years. And in my case, that's been a good thing. How about this element of your make-up? Has the first impression you make on others changed a great deal over your lifetime? If your answer is no, I'm guessing you either don't care about the first impression you make on others or, you've been largely satisfied with how things have gone for you in that respect and have stayed the course. 

But if like me you've decided - perhaps more than once - to change course in this respect, I'm curious to know what prompted your shift. Was it feedback someone close to you was good enough to offer? Was it adverse reactions from new people you met that persuaded you? Was it something you read or a conversation with others about this important skill? Was it watching others who struck you as being particularly inept - as I've often been - at making a good first impression?

Based on recent experiences, I'm considering iteration 6.0, first impression-wise, an average of a new one for each decade of my adult life. My latest tweak is not - as have been most of the changes that drove me to discard earlier iterations - being driven by an embarrassing incident or pleas from people close to me. I guess that's at least good news, right?