Cursive

Amidst the doodling of the bottom half of a pointed flamenco dancer, a snowman, and a black-and-white withered tree, I rediscovered a treasure, my penmanship.  Sometime in the later years of high school, necessity for fast notes and quick attention compelled me to forsake my beloved cursive for chicken scratch print. With start-and-stop print, I can write, but cannot think; yet, with slow, long, and flowing strokes, cursive allows me to think freely, which perhaps explains why I perceive it as a consistent, aesthetic beauty.

TED

I learned of TED in the summer of 2007, and for several days and many restless August nights, I watched some incredible videos that unquestionably changed my perspectives. I remember anxiously awaiting TED 2008 to come in March, and all of the splendid videos to be later posted on ted.com. I was let down that the videos were not posted soon after, and, later, dejected that those videos never seemed to appear. A year later with another conference, I cannot help but feel that 2008 was a tour de anticlimax.

This is not to say that 2008 was bad, only that it did not have the pizzazz of the other years. Or perhaps, I have misremembered some of the 2008 videos as belonging to other years. Yes, that should be it. There certainly were some great ones. I suppose TED's past showcases of brilliance spoiled me.

Here is to another year, TED.