Aight, I’m gonna try to make a go of this blog again. I think the epic fail that were my playoff predictions are what did me in this time. I’m not even going to comment on both sets of Conference Finals except to say that so far they’ve been pretty amazing.
So soon I’ll be back to weekly posts of things that are on my mind. Tonight: a brief reflection on the one year anniversary of a very eventful week in my life. On 5/20 nearly all of my predictions for Oregon’s May primary ended up happening and the things that happened that I didn’t predict ended up being better than I expected. A year later, nearly every candidate I wanted to win in May has either been a complete disappointment (Sam Adams, and not because of the scandal necessarily – although that story seems to get uglier and uglier each day) or has underwhelmed…..mostly because even though I knew the economy had the potential to get dicey last May I had no clue it would get to the point where local governments would have to undertake the deep cuts in basic services that look all but inevitable at this point. Its time for this state to take a good hard look at not only at its tax structure but at its basic identity.
And theres no f’ing way an Major League Soccer franchise is the answer to anything at this point.
The day after the Oregon Primary my Grandpa was taken in the hospital and the day after that he was handed a cancer diagnosis, less than five months later he was dead. This Saturday the family will be taking a trip to the cemetery to scatter some of his ashes at his grave. I haven’t been the same since all this has happened – and thats not necessarily a bad thing.
But Life remains awesome for me. I have the perfect marriage. Professionally things have never been better in terms of the money and recognition that I’m receiving – although this economic crisis may put a wrench in both of our career paths – but thats the risk you take when you choose your career based on how much you’ll be able to serve the community. If my only complaint is a lack of summer concerts on the itinerary (Patterson Hood in July will be sweet, but I need to see Bruce, Ted and my five favorite guys from Seattle before the year is over) then I’m doing pretty well.
Go Nuggets! Go Magic!
Blake
