On my way home from work tonight (it’s weird calling what you do work if you love it), I picked up a book at Borders, and then stopped into Newbury Comics to browse the comic book racks. I read a little bit of Ultimate Iron Man, which is Sci Fi writer Orson Scott Card’s re-imagining of the story of the Marvel Comics character Iron Man.
There was a scene at the kitchen table where Tony’s dad tells Tony what he did was stupid because it tipped his hand to his opponent. It was somehow memorable to me amidst the other 3 issues of the same comic and 7 other comics that I browsed while in the store. Something about the fact I felt like I’d gained a little nugget to consider for business seemed to glow in my head’s little oven for a moment.
And then, not 20 minutes ago, Jeff mentioned something to me in a quick email comment about tipping one’s hand.
I’m not a religious person. Instead, I have preacher friends and laypeople that I hope will help sort my soul out. But for whatever reason, I believe strongly in moments like this, these little “echoes” that make me think, Now you really have to pay attention to this.
But then, what’s in my hand?
I’m listening to Iron Man and Jeff Pulver, but I’m going to have to figure out what, if anything, I’m tipping. : )
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