on monday night dick vitale was honored as the namesake of a new basketball court at the university of detroit. i only heard about this because someone at work who was going to the game mentioned it. i tivoed it and watched his interview at halftime (they didn't show but a few seconds of the ceremony itself). he's a wonderful embodiment of passion -- passion for the game of basketball, passion for the battle against cancer, but also wonderment -- a prime joy of watching the game is wonderment at the feats of athleticism, just like with the olympics, etc. while looking at his wiki page i saw that one of his oft-repeated phrases (i'd forgotten about) is "it's serendipity, baby!" i like this a lot. grace notes, synchronicity, call it what you want, but i might just start a habit of exclaiming, when i notice one, "it's serendipity, baby!" but i may forget, just like i often forget vonnegut's advice:
"i urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'if this isn't nice, i don't know what is.'"
he had a wonderful way of expressing great ideas. looking up the above led me to remind myself of another of his, in answer to "why bother?" like me asking myself "why bother writing lj entries?" he wrote: "many people need desperately to receive this message: 'i feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. you are not alone.'"