It Couldn’t Be Done

I have been feeling a little overwhelmed with school recently, which is sad because my load is pathetically light compared to some of my friends.  I have been trying to tell myself that for a while, but it would appear that discouragement is not necessarily overcome by rationality.  At any rate, I remembered this poem earlier today, and I thought I would share it with you.


It Couldn’t Be Done

By Edgar A. guest.

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,

But he with a chuckle replied

That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one

Who wouldn’t say so ‘till he’d tried.

So he buckled right in with a trace of a grin

On his face.  If he worried he hid it.

He started to sing as he tackled the thing

That couldn’t be done and he did it.

Somebody Scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;

At least no one ever has done it;”

But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,

And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.

With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,

Without any doubting or quiddit.

He started to sing as he tackled the thing

That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,

There are thousands to prophesy failure;

There are thousands to point out to you one by one

The dangers that wait to assail you.

But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,

Just take off your coat and go at it;

Just start to sing as you tackle the thing

That “cannot be done” and you’ll do it.

 Wyatt Fairlead


I Like Description

In the English language there is one very specific word that says exactly what you mean.

The question is whether you know it.

-Maxim of Wyatt Fairlead


I am the sort of person who has a very active imagination.  Not in the sense that many use the term, where you think up strange things, or you start to imagine that you are seeing things that you aren’t or whatever; but in the sense that when I hear a description or I am reading about a particular scene in a book, my mind automatically pictures the events unfolding.  (Very similar to what it is like when you are remembering specific scenes from a movie, only my mind is creating it.)  I don’t think that is a particularly unusual thing to have happen to people; it is just particularly vivid in my mind.  That being the case, I always enjoy well done description in books.  Description that is well done makes it easy for you to see what the author wants you to see but leaves a little “wiggle room”, so to speak, for your imagination as well.

Perhaps another reason why I like description so much is that it allows the author to create an object, person, or environment with out the actual struggle of doing it.  That sounds somewhat nonsensical at first, but allow me to explain.  For the vast majority of my life I have been trying and failing to create the exact representation of what I am picturing in my head.  My imagination would come up with intricate medieval weapons, or monstrous citadels.  Probably the most common was an 18th century frigate under full sail crashing through the top of a wave with sea spray creating rainbows in the sunset sky.  (Believe me; that one never came close to happening.)  The problem is, I can’t do it.  I don’t have the skill to create in the physical world what is in my head, be it in drawing, building, or any other medium I try.  What description allows me and anyone else to do is create exactly what is in the imagination in someone else’s head.  Description isn’t the same as the physical reality, but it is the next best thing, and it enables us to create something that we wouldn’t ordinarily be able to.  There is something about good description that sparks the imagination and I love it when that happens.

Wyatt Fairlead

The Non-Post Post

Well, despite all appearances, I have been back from my Georgia adventure for a week now.  Life has not slowed down in my absence and upon my return I found a calendar packed with events and functions.  I don’t really consider this as a proper post, as it is no more than an announcement that I have returned and am still alive but I thought I’d put it up and say that I hope to be posting again soon.  (With a little bit of luck, in the next day or two.)

As to my Georgia campaigning experience, the world would not have considered it a success.  It was a close race but our candidate lost by a narrow margin.  That being said, I nor most of my friends and fellow teammates considered our time wasted and we were able to mark successes on multiple other fronts than the most obvious reason for our activities.  On the practical side, while our candidate didn’t end up winning the race, our team’s efforts made a significant difference.  When we started campaigning, our candidate was twelve points behind, and just over two weeks and 10,000 doors later, (literally) we lost by two points.  Also, by closing the margin of victory so small we set our candidate up in a good position if he decides he wants to run again.

On the less practical side, it was a personal success for me, simply by virtue of the fact that I gained all kinds of valuable experience that I hope to be able to use in the future.  Also, I made many new friends that I hope to get to know better as time goes on.

All in all, I consider it to have been a highly successful time for me personally, and I hope to do it again.

Wyatt Fairlead

Group Photo on our largest day with the most volunteers. The core group consisted of about twenty people.