Perhaps it was the Champagne, but a small part of Ben felt the ghosts of all the players that ever kissed the Cup might just be able to body-check his cancer into oblivion.
-Narrator, One Week
Faramir, man of Gondor, son of Denethor:
… War must be, while we defend our lives against an enemy who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend … and I would have her loved … not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.
-The Two Towers, J.R.R. Tolkien
I like to read. I’m a reader. Not the voracious, abiding, tome-devouring reader, though there’s nothing wrong with that.
While I love books, I do better with non-book prose, like that found in magazines, essays, long-form journalism, newspapers, web sites, and (yes) blogs. So 2010 was not a spectacular year for me in the book reading department. I have read parts of lots of books — picked ’em up, put ’em down, buried ’em under stacks of other books I haven’t finished.
In 2010, I finished one book. Just one. And that was a book of essays, so it probably doesn’t even count. If you’ve read Malcolm Gladwell’s other books, The Tipping Point, Blink, and Outliers, as I have, and enjoyed them, you’ll love this read. But it’s much more like having his essays compiled in one place. Exactly much more, in fact.
What the Dog Saw: And Other Adventures
by Malcolm Gladwell
image: Flickr: superdan
My favorite movies of 2010, in no particular order:
Albums I bought that were released this year, ascending in alphabetical order.
A video montage of the dozens of baptisms across Mars Hill Church campuses last Sunday.