Went Disc-golfing yesterday with Brian, Richard and Jeff. It's always nice to see different techniques... I had never tossed with Jeff before, and he uses what we call the "gangly snap" method. He winds up so tight and releases so quickly and gangly it's surprising the disc actually stays on the course... he was actually quite good! The score total for the day was: Brian, Jeff and I with 38, and Richard with 39. I had to leave after the first nine, but I think they stayed for the remaining links.
We went and picked up Andrew's friend from the airport in Greenville (an hour-and-a-half drive) and got stuck in terrible traffic! We u-turned and ended up winding through Saluda, looking for a way out. The scenery was nice... the town was preparing for "Coon Dog Day", which I guess has been going on for many years now: a day to celebrate the relationships between men and their dogs.
I've been concentrating on some philosophical issues recently, paying special attention to identifying Pride in myself. I use a capital letter here to indicate it's power over my sub-conscious. I'm not talking so much about the obvious pride when gloating or bragging... more the Pride when one is right about something (or thinks he is right about something) and feels the need to make sure everyone knows. It is unnecessary to let someone know I am right when it doesn't make a difference either way. I find myself battling with this all the time. Is it necessary to defend truth? Or am I simply showing an example of the Enemy I've mentioned in this very blog post?
Proof is nothing more than a convincing explanation, depending on who you're talking to.