I went to the Avenue up in Forsyth again today. I spent about 90 minutes at the Avenue Starbux reading the August/September 2009 issue of Military History magazine. The Letter from Military History begins with the comment that “While it is something of a truism that ‘amateurs talk tactics, but professionals talk logistics’—a line attributed to various generals—it is a longstanding truth that armies cannot campaign successfully without adequate supplies.”
When I first read those words, I thought to myself, one could also say that “optimists talk tactics, but cynics/realists talk logistics.” Ponder a few minutes, if you would, about how many times the little leaguers or the Girl Scouts or the Twilight Fan Club members have excitedly shouted:
– “We’ll win regionals, and then divisionals, and go to the state championship game!”
– “We’ll sell more than Troupes B, C, and D combined and win the prize!”
– “And then we’ll have enough signatures and we’ll win that trip to see the making of the third film!”
And in the mean time, someone is reminding these bright whippersnappers:
– “Okay, but with what uniforms and equipment?”
– “Where would we find sponsorship?”
– “How will you get all these signatures if everyone who would sign the petition won’t be reachable?”
The professional, the cynic/realist doesn’t rain on anyone’s parade–not in my opinion. He merely emphasizes that there must be a means to an end or else there will be no end.
I took 141/Peachtree Parkway north to the Avenue. En route, just before I had reached the John’s Creek Borders area (likely after Abbotts Bridge), I looked in my rear and side-view mirrors to see how close was the car behind me. I noticed a trio of motorcyclists. I took a few pictures. When I got home and looked at them, my jaw took a plunge.
I think it’s a very well-taken photograph, oh but the subject of the picture. The words that immediately came to mind: I think I’m in love.
But that’s silly, isn’t it? I’m not sure if I want to be in love… So then, what is it that I felt coursing through my lungs and brain as I looked at the actual pixels of this image? Something similar to what Pygmalion felt for the statue he had made and named Galatea. I have zero intel about this man, where he came from or where he was going; if his heart or soul is already claimed by someone else–but I must meet him. If any of you recognize him from his helmet or his motorcycle, please leave a comment or drop me a message at the email address you can find in the About Sitting Pugs page.
When I told one of my friends about the motorcyclist, she sent me to the music video of Paul McCartney’s song about a girl that loves a biker icon. I like the video, but the song itself isn’t melodically enamoring (enough) for me.
More pictures of my day:
If only I had a dining room that had this POV.
If this boy were real, what would his name be?