Much to my wife’s chagrin, I wear socks and sandals and have done so for decades. This particular wardrobe choice, for me, is based more on comfort and practicality than anything else. I like socks with sandals because the socks keep my feet warm while still allowing my feet to breathe. Also, socks with my sandals keep my sandals from becoming smelly from foot sweat—giving a bit more longevity to my sandals.
I’ve noticed over the past thirty years that socks and sandals seem to go in and out of vogue with some regularity. The practice seems to be a mainstay on college campuses; and since I am an adjunct at a university, I think the casual foot fashion is both apropos and almost expected given my position and age.
I don’t do the whole tall socks and Birkenstocks pairing though. I wear low cut black athletic socks and black Keen hiking sandals. My combination of socks and Keen sandals look like shoes at first glance or from a distance; but upon closer inspection, one can certainly see the socks showing through.
I know that socks and sandals aren’t very aesthetically appealing, but it is practical and comfortable. Isn’t that more important than kowtowing to societal fashion demands? If socks and sandals are wrong, I don’t ever want to be right.
Last night I was lying in bed, starting my regular evening orison to the Deity after reflection, when I unintentionally uttered the word Google instead of using the word God. I froze in horror and then immediately corrected myself. But it got me thinking about the reality that Google (or technology in general) really is the deus ex machina, or in the English translation of the Latin, God from the machine. I’d been reading about Chrome OS adding Linux apps before bed and I often tell my Google Home Mini (OK Google…) to play ocean sounds when I’m trying to fall asleep; so my mistake was easily dismissible as momentary mental residue rising to the surface when invoking God in simple prayer. Yet this morning, I was still thinking about the weirdness of the slip up as I was commuting to work when I saw a sign about a local 5K race. The sign read “GOOGLE IT” at the bottom. Was this some kind of coincidence? A fluke? This really got my mind to reeling. Google started off as a proper noun, became a term frequently used as a verb, became an AI, and now I confuse it with the Deity when fatigued at the end of the day when starting to pray. While this is just a random thread of thought, it does give me pause.
I’ve crossed the century mark of consecutive days of yoga and meditation. A little more than three months ago, I decided to see how may continuous days of yoga and meditation practice I could amass. It was initially difficult to get my daily practices in. I don’t go to a formal yoga class, I’ve been using the Yoga Studio app; mostly because of convenience. It was initially hard to get up earlier in the morning to get in a 30-60 minute yoga session and the subsequent 3-10 minutes of guided meditation using the “Stop Breathe & Think” app. Motivation wasn’t an issue, just physically rolling out of bed earlier in the morning and hitting the yoga mat was the real challenge. Now, over 100 days in, it has become a habit. The biggest thing I’ve learned is just how much diet and sleep impact my body. Lack of sleep, alcohol consumption, and/or poor diet choices definitely impact how I feel on the yoga mat the next day. I’ve crossed the century mark a couple times over the years, but my new goal is to see just how long I can keep this up. Maybe I can get to a full year? I dunno, but I do know that I’ve started to eat better, get more sleep, and look forward to each morning’s practice. I’ll check in again when I cross day 200 or if the streak falls apart.