A year ago on Round and Square (22 September 2012)—Academic Autobiography: Working the Field
Two years ago on Round and Square (22 September 2011)—Endings: The Sense of an Ending
|[a] Many RF|
|[b] Lots RF|
A bunch of stuff.
You see, in baseball, as in much of the "real world," one-thousand is a lot. I will not pause long here to consider that Mr. Kelly's overall record (which included two world championships, for which he will always be remembered) was 1000-1093 on that spring morning. Even when he retired, he had lost about a hundred games more than he had won. It is worth considering that a record that juts under the .500 marker (the fiftieth percentile) says a lot about a life that is regarded as a success by just about everyone.
That deserves a blog post of its own.
And it shall come later.
For our purposes, Tom Kelly's thousand wins over a fifteen year period was a very big deal. It was a lot of wins. And this got me to thinking. When I am not pondering baseball history or fine red wines or professional cycling...I spend a lot of time studying Chinese history and culture. And that made me think about the character 千. It most definitely means "1,000." It certainly can mean "the number one reaches after counting to 999." On the other hand, one of the first things I learned when studying Chinese was that 千 could mean exactly one-thousand or (and far more frequently and even "importantly") a lot of stuff.
|[c] Thousand RF|
And that brings me to today's point.
Round and Square celebrates its one-thousandth post today. That's a lot—and not just in terms of posts. It's a lot of time, too. Somehow, some way, this has all been easy and "fun" so far. My wife, Pat (Zody), sometimes says that writing blog posts every day has calmed me down.
Think about that. "Calmed...down..."
Anyone who has ever met me would probably question the characterization (my colleague, Ellen Joyce, replied "Hmmm. 'Calm.' Is that what we're calling it these days?). Pat has a serious point, though. She reminds me that in late-July and August of every summer that I have known her, I started to miss the classroom. I had developed the bad habit of using, say, our meals together, to "teach" various lessons in social and cultural theory or Chinese historiography.
She is far too kind to say that it was oppressive, but it is with relief that she talks of my "calm" these days.
A post a day keeps the ennui away.
Since 2011, I have enjoyed normal family meals, and "calmly" posted my blog.
And that is what has been happening on these "pages" for the past two-plus years. It is a sea of calm—a thousand, mostly thousand-word—posts meant to probe the little backwaters of our shared cultures and histories.
If you do the math, it's a little scary (a thousand...times a thousand...equals...a whole lot of stuff).
And one-thousand...is just the beginning.
"We're" just doing it...over and over.
That's the whole point.
|[d] Whole bunches RF|