...our new Justice Sotomayor. It takes courage to be the first of any group to climb into a highly visible position.
...the rescue of the two reporters from North Korea, not with force but with strategy and charm.
...Paul McCartney riding city buses (from "Paul McCartney Keeps It Real", The Week magazine)
My own boldest move this week was pretty small: I rewrote my intro copy for my blog in a more revealing and pointed way. (soon to come)
What was your own boldest move in the last seven days? What's it going to be for the coming week?
3 comments:
I don't think I've made any bold moves lately, unless it was writing about my husband's foibles on my blog.
I went to my black and white photography class even though I know that the teacher is annoyed because I don't know as much as the other students. The class was billed as "beginning darkroom" though, and that said to me that I needed no prior knowledge to enroll. Still, I hate to be the dumbest kid in the class!
Kenju, will check in shortly to find out about your husband's foibles. Husbands are prone to foibles, I think.
Your photog. teacher is probably just annoyed about digital cameras and Photoshop, Mamie. That's enough to keep a photographer mad for quite a while. Cool that you went anyway.
In a school in Cuernavaca, I was once placed in an intermediate Spanish class where I should not have been, and the teacher got the idea that I was the one who complained to the management that he was going too fast. But it wasn't me, it was the second slowest person in the class, a guy whose job required that he come home fluent. My week there ended before I'd figured out a good way to handle the situation.
Post a Comment