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Calculating WAR Using RE24 | FanGraphs Baseball

Steven Bisig-USA TODAY Sports On August 7, Randy Arozarena slashed a double to right. He came into second base at a trot, so evidently safe that he didn’t need to sweat it. As the camera focused on him, he turned and hyped up the dugout. There was nowhere else to look; there had been no runners on base and thus no other action to follow. Things weren’t so sunny 10 days later. Arozarena batted…

Calculating WAR Using RE24 | FanGraphs Baseball

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If you don't have a clear passion and somebody blithely tells you to go follow that passion, I think you have the right to give that person the middle finger. Because that's like somebody telling you that all you need in order to lose weight is to be thin, or all you need in order to have a great sex life is be multiorgasmic: That doesn't help! I'm generally a pretty passionate person myself, but not every single day. Sometimes I have no idea where my passion has gone off to. I don't always feel actively inspired, nor do I always feel certain about what to do next. But I don't sit around waiting for passion to strike me. I keep working steadily, because I believe it is our privilege as humans to keep making things for as long as we live, and because I enjoy making things. Most of all, I keep working because I trust that creativity is always trying to find me, even when I have lost sight of it.

Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear

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Whatever you do, try not to dwell too long on your failures. You don't need to conduct autopsies on your disasters. You don't need to know what anything means. Remember: The gods of creativity are not obliged to explain anything to us. Own your disappointment, acknowledge it for what it is, and move on. Chop up that failure and use it for bait to try to catch another project. Someday it might all make sense to you-- why you needed to go through this botched-up mess in order to land in a better place. Or maybe it will never make sense. So be it. Move on, anyhow.

Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear

[sarahspy]

People are mostly just thinking about themselves. People don't have time to worry about what you're doing, or how well you're doing it, because they're all caught up in their own dramas. People's attention may be drawn to you for a moment (if you succeed or fail spectacularly and publicly, for instance), but that attention will soon enough revert right back to where it's always been-- on themselves. While it may seem lonely and horrible at first to imagine that you aren't anyone else's first order of business, there is also a great release to be found in this idea. You are free, because everyone is too busy fussing over themselves to worry all that much about you.  Go be whomever you want to be, then. Do whatever you want to do. Pursue whatever fascinates you and brings you to life.  Create whatever you want to create-- and let it be stupendously imperfect, because it's exceedingly likely that nobody will even notice. And that's awesome.

Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear

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Where am I going? Anna had nowhere to go and no reason for the going. Everywhere I go is nowhere. This was true. But her own ennui annoyed her and so she dismissed it.  The sky was so clear it shone. Anna crested the hill and sat on the bench at a curve in the path. Her bench. One of the most familiar things to her in all of Switzerland. She gazed at the autumn constellations and wished she knew their names. Above her hung the moon. I have nothing to say about the moon, she said to herself and in saying that she had nothing to say, somehow said something.

Jill Alexander Essbaum, Hausfrau: A Novel