kis·met \ˈkiz-ˌmet, -mət\ - noun; often capitalized
1. fate.
"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language.
That may be the measure of our lives." - Toni Morrison

"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown

21 July 2009

there is hope

oh yes, there is hope.
I just watched Lance charge up the side of a mountain, pass rider after rider, and catch Alberto Contador.
It was reminiscent of the Tours of yesteryear.
Now that's the Lance I remember.

The commentators (and myself for that matter) can't stop freaking out about it. It was beautiful. They keep calling it a "most impressive chase" on the slopes of the col du petit st bernard.
It is much, much prettier when they say the name of the mountain pass in their beautiful French accents (because they all speak French) as opposed to my horrid butchering of the name in my ever so lovely Southern, American accent...
{oh, how i heart those Brits.}

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