oworker (everyone there is, in fact, french) and in walks an almost-bald somewhat charming-looking man about 6 feet tall (probably less, but I was sitting). I stared at him curiously because at this point my coworker was bumbling about trying to help him find exactly what he needed (information for his friend who just moved to town). Little did I know, this being is some sort of futbol god to french. He won the 1998 FIFA world cup for her country (Soccer is huge in europe). This is him: (see bald guy in middle).This short-lived memory really got me thinking about sports, arts, and the overarching theme of interests in general. For example, if Madison met Bob Fosse we might have to put her in an insane asylum. If I met Baryshnikov or my dad's long-time hero Jackie Chan, we'll call it a very-good day. However, give me a famous soccer star like Frank Leboeuf or an All-Star quarterback and good luck getting so much as an 'oh that's...cool' from me. (If I met michael phelps i'd probably eat my hand. fact. )
Were it basketball or hockey, I might blink my eyes in pseudowonderment, but football...really? Even UCLA players like "Pat Cowan" who is apparently a quarterback? for our team gets people pretty shakey. Not I, said the cat. (ulch collegiate athletes)
I suppose it remains that people should always remember that their interests are never the same, and what might be a scientist's gem for some could be just another Picasso for the uncultured. ...especially during his Blue Period. (perfect outro!)
Kim bar lee
mad eye son
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