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Now that I finally decided to go for a digital television subscription, for only a little more than ten euros a month I can get something like 277 extra stations via the cable.

Don't you think that so many available stations is a bit exaggerated?

I can zap my way from the first to the last station and it takes me about an hour, especially since switching stations via the settop box has a slight couple second delay longer than the regular television (bummer).

Ignoring the many German, Italian, French, Russian, Polish and other foreign channels, there are some useful and interesting stations I like, namely: History Channel, Golfer's TV, North American Sports, Discovery Science, Discovery Civilization, TCM, MGM International and SciFi.

Time to become reborn as a good old couch potato, I say.

Could it be that as of lately I am hitting the ball so fast, so far and so true that more often than not I am unable to see quite exactly where this sweet shot of mine has actually landed?

More likely it was a combination of an overcast day and my less than optimal eyesight that has been causing me to lose the exact trajectory somewhere near the apex.

Once I get my swing going more consistently I should be able to focus better within that narrow funnel through which the sweet shot will be traveling with pure gusto.

Isn't golf a truly amazing sport?!

Now in addition to my nice driver, I am also the proud owner of Benross v3 and v5 fairways woods.

Now all I need is a new set of irons, which will more than likely either be Titleist Forged 704 or Ben Hogan Apex Plus.

First I need to practice some more, work hard to earn extra money, and then when I feel certain I can spoil myself even more.

Can't wait.

While growing and learning golf, I had this natural slice that for the life of me I could never shake.

Now that I am much older, I have somehow slightly overcompensated this tendency with a very predictable draw.

Actually I still feel comfortable with fading it to the right rather than drawing it too far left and verging on hooking it out of bounds.

I took a mighty swing on the driving range and the head of my five iron flew off into the distance tumbling in the air and landing about one hundred yards ahead of me.

I was hoping to put off buying a new set of clubs until I had been able to practice for a couple of months first, but it appears that my thirty year old golf clubs of yore have reached end of life and are breaking up while I hold them in my hands.

Time to save up some extra cash, look around for a good deal, and treat myself to a nice set of clubs.

Although I haven't touched a club in more than two years, I decided once and for all to take up the wonderful sport of golf again (under the recent constant urgings of my wife to go out and do something fun for myself).

The closest golf course is about 15 minutes from here on the way to Rotterdam and it is called Golfbaan de Rottebergen.

Since it is a fairly popular place, the waiting list is about 10 - 11 months. The membership is quite expensive, but the investment is more than worthwhile if it makes me feel better by getting me out in nature and meeting new and interesting fellow golfers.

In the meantime, I will practice, hit balls and see if I can saddle myself up with a nice new set of clubs. The set I have dates back to when I was a kid, so it is time to upgrade to the new technology.

I will keep my good old Ping putter though.

Last week I took my youngest girl out for a quaint father-and-daughter squash match in the evening. I started out easy on her, thinking that it would not be very nice as a father trying to prove how great I was.

However, by the end of the forty-five minutes she had completely whipped me: 3-1.

She's only fourteen years old, can you believe that?! I guess the fact that she is playing top level field-hockey here in The Netherlands, can hit a golf ball one hundred and fifty yards with a smooth fade, and aces me on occasion at the tennis court, improves her athletic abilities and eye-hand coordination.

Although I might have lost to someone thirty-four years my junior, I feel pleased to have been able to raise her to the stage where in certain regards she is already starting to pass me by.

Is that my little girl?

Perhaps this year around I will finally have to give in and attend my class reunion. You know, check out all the old acquaintances, reminisce about the good old days, and catch-up on lost time.

Too bad that Maarten's birthday will be at the same time.

I will have to make a difficult choice, though I already know that my son's birthday is a thousand times more important than some old folks get together.

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Favorite memories: "Jogging in the foothills, firing golf balls with my 3-iron down Donnor hallway, the epic journey, Neil Young, Dr. J, the Oasis, getting into SAE, getting rejected from medical school."

Student activities/clubs: "SAE fraternity, golf, beer-drinking, ad infinitum."

I'm Marlies (my webpage here), and Kiffin asked me to write something in his blog. So I'll tell you what I think about Kiffin!

Now kiffin is sitting next to me on the other computer, so I'll tell you only the nice things what I think about him...

America is Kiffin's fatherland, and I'm proud of it that I'm also half American. So this summer we went on vacation to America. If you know Kiffin well, then you can really notice he has a much better mood there, then usually in Holland.

Kiffin also has a very nice website, very big. If you want to know something about him, don't ask him, but just look on the webpage, and you can find everything about him. Actually, if I read his blog, I'm also more up to date about Kiffin. He really wright more in his blog, then he tells personally.

Today we went Golfing in "Moordrecht". If you compare the golf course with golf courses in America this one was very small, but for here in Holland it was a nice one. It was fun, Kiffin bought golf shoes and a golf glove in America, and he also brought his golf clubs back from America, so he was all set.

I don't really know more things to write so that's it!

~~~Written by Marlies Gish

There is this old blue rusting chest in my mother's garage covered with years of dust. It contains a bunch of my old stuff when I used to live here many years ago. The usual teenage items of sentimental value which I have never had the heart to throw away. Long diaries, old letters, tickets from the World Series, my third place award at the Monterey County Athletics Association, souvenirs from the Big Game, golfing paraphernalia, my Stanford graduation tassel, high school awards, ad infinitum. I have left it all here to age in silence and darkness, because I just have not found the time nor the energy to go through it all when visiting during those short and frantic sojourns. This in order to see what I want to throw away for good and what I want to save and take back with me. The time has come to do this once and for all, decide what to have destroyed forever and ever, and randomly pick out those items which will survive with me to the grave. While rummaging through my many old things, I discovered a collection of poems I had written back in the days when I thought I was a future famous philosopher poet. Just for fun, here is one of my favorites. It is untitled and goes like this:

UNTITLED

Whenever I have money
I always waste it
So today I bought a
Rocky Road.

- Kiffin, (way back in) 1978

Isn't it funny how some things never seem to change? Too bad I gave up the lucrative path as a future famous philosopher poet.

I cannot believe it, but just heard that George Harrison died today. He was the lead guitarist of the Beatles and died of cancer at the early age of 58. Just in case you do not know already. When I told my son, he asked me: who's that? When I mentioned the Beatles, he asked: who were they? But for millions of folks all over the world just like myself, his music will be long remembered. I remember playing at the swimming pool at the Stockton Golf and Country Club in sunny California during the summer of 1965. I was only eight years old back then. Someone's radio was blaring out the song "I wanna hold your hand". My parents kept saying what awful hair the Beatles had and that they should go to the barber. Can you believe that?! Their hair wasn't that bad at all.

George Harrison once said: "I think people who can live their life in music are telling the world: 'You can have my love, you can have my smiles. Forget the bad parts, you don't need them. Just take the music, the goodness, because it's the very best, and it's the part I give most willingly."

Life goes on and it is up to us the living to carry on the tradition of the dead.