What is a skill that you would most like to improve or develop?
Previous Question:
What is a skill that you would most like to improve or develop?
Marc answers: The skill I would most like to develop or improve is my Cornhole playing and I already have started my quest to do so. Before this 4th of July I would play each year a few times during the summer but after watching that Cornhole Pro Invitational held in Brooklyn on ESPN after the hot dog eating contest (no shot at hitting the big time in that. Though I did once win a Chicken Wing Eating Contest on spring break back in the Grunge Years by eating 75 Breaded (yes much more challenging) Wings in some ungodly suicidal time period) I joined a local league and started playing three times a week. Now I may never get to be good enough to play at a pro invitational… but I at least hope to improve enough to win prize money at local tournaments and of course be the King of Cornhole each summer at my family get togethers.
[[Ed note: Good luck Marc!]]
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What era do you think you would have been best suited to live in and why?
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“Beautiful Strangers” was released two years ago this Saturday. I’m not entirely sure how to phrase this, but it’s as close to what feels like an anthem for our time (or, my experience of our time) that I’ve encountered. I listen to it several times a day. Sometimes, it makes me want to hug a stranger, sometimes it makes me want to curl up in a corner. Mostly it helps me put one foot in front of another.
If you ever hear that sound now
If the door gets kicked in here, they come now
Think of others, be their cover
I am what they're not
Pray for Paris
They cannot scare us
Or stop the music
You got a sweet voice, child
Why don't you use it?
If I die too young, if the gunmen come, I'm full of love
So release me, every piece of me, up above
(Up above)