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I’d like to meet someone who isn’t their own worst enemy, just so I could take lessons from them on how to get the hell out of your own way. That would be really, really cool. I mean, if someone wrote a book titled, How to Get the Hell Out of Your Own Way, I’d read it and hope that it wasn’t all full of crap.

The greatest criticism of the U.S. Military is that we’re always seeming to want to fight the last war. Hell, we’re even seeing this in Iraq: Afghanistan worked with airpower + special forces, so … that’s the new formula, right? Wrong. But if smart military people can make these mistakes over and over again—and military types tend to be huge history buffs, so the old saw about those who fail to learn history are damned to repeat it is a bit off, eh?—I guess I can’t have too much more hope for myself.

But yeah, I’m always wanting to fight the last war, too. Sometimes, I change tactics to appropriate ones and things go better, but most of the time, I stick to those early guns and go down in flames. For someone who’s supposed to be smart, I can be spectacularly stupid at times.

I fear that the biggest mistake I repeatedly make is to not step back enough to get a little perspective. I think that’s the unstated raison d’etre for the Sabbath—yes, worship, but also some perspective. Of course, worship is perspective—if you try to live as if there’s more than self, you don’t get so wrapped up in self.

Maybe I should just declare for the NBA draft so I can talk about myself in the third person more often. Geof would like to do that. Geof may be short, fat, and white, but he can hit the mid-range jumper.

[Sorry, this is probably one of those entries that only makes sense if you're rattling around inside my head. Unlike other times lately, I'm not going to get upset if you make erroneous speculation. Comments are open, and the INBOX and cell phone are always receiving ...]