S.A. Garcia's Mutterings, Whimpers and Rants

S.A. Garcia's Mutterings, Whimpers and Rants. World Domination by 2020. Or 2025. Probably never.

Monday, September 5, 2016

Hail Labor Day

I see Google has changed their logo to praise laborers. That's wonderful.

The thing is I don’t see any writers or artists in the celebratory logo. Do we not labor? Do we not stress our minds?

We do, on a constant basis. Physical laborers leave their job and return home. They complete their task. Of course they might go home and work around the house or work on the side.

The thing is just because a writer isn’t tapping away at their keyboard doesn’t mean they aren’t laboring. Our minds are like hamster wheels, always thinking, seeing, seeking the next twist and turn. A writer’s mind never shuts down. I’m sure I’m like others who write themselves to sleep, working on a block in a story until it breaks apart.

Writers labor. Oh do they, to the point of depression, pain, and sadness—and madness.

On Labor Day, never discount artists and writers. We might not lift heavy physical loads, but damn, we lift heavy mental loads.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Why I Adore Rafa Nadal

Sept 2, 2016; New York, NY, USA; Rafael Nadal of Spain returning a shot between his legs to Andrey Kuznetsov of Russia (not pictured) on day five of the 2016 U.S. Open tennis tournament at USTA Billie Jean King National Tennis Center. Mandatory Credit: Robert Deutsch-USA TODAY Sports ORG XMIT: USATSI-326036 ORIG FILE ID: 20160902_ads_usa_154.JPG

Legs of steel and massive arms…this old lesbian does appreciate supremely hot tennis players. Is it a little sexist to regard them as works of breathing art? Apologies. Trust me, I also appreciate their amazing talent.

I adore Rafa Nadal. He’s a warrior, a powerful force of nature, an inspiration. Sadly, just as his fans feared, his muscular playing style is breaking down his strong body. His knee, his shoulder, and lately, his wrist—they have started failing him. Nadal’s 30th birthday did him no favors.

But he comes back and triumphs. Oh does he. Fine, Nadal didn’t medal in the men’s singles at the Rio Olympics, but he scored doubles gold. He played multiple matches each day. He fought, displayed humility, and class every inch of the way, and showed the world he’s not finished.

He’s battled his way into the round of 16 at the US Open, playing tennis like the champion he is, clean and lethal. After this, even if he doesn’t win his next match, he’ll be ranked third in the world.

Nadal will always be number one for me, along with my faves Rafter, Edberg, and the brilliant Bjorn Borg.

It’s the thigh muscles. Be still my fluttering heart. I am a thigh slut.