Saturday, June 2, 2012

Stuff that gets me pumped

Even though I've never invaded France, this gets me pumped up every time I hear it. I can't even imagine having any kind of passable moral justification for wanting to invade any part of France, but this still makes me want to do it.

Also, I identify with this. Do I relate because I am a soldier, a rider and a ghetto-survivor, you ask? No. I'm none of the above. There is, however, a remote possibility that genealogists will discover some evidence of an application for a marriage license in which my great great great grandmother identified herself as a ghetto survivor.

Also, this song.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Unusual Optimism

I'm feeling pretty optimistic today--weirdly so.

To completely fix the dents in my car would be >$1k, yet my default thought was "how great that my dents are sufficiently minor that the inconvenience of just living with them doesn't even come close to being a $1000 detriment to my life."

To get a sort of half-repair done on the huge one (they'll pound it out, but not refinish it) will cost $200. Whenever something costs $200, I compare it to my most recent, indulgent $200 purchase (my Kindle (with 3G, without ads)).

Yet, I found it just as easy to think, "How great that my favorite device can be purchased for less than the cost of a crummy-looking dent repair!" as it was to think "what a shame that I have to spend as much as I spent on my favorite device on a crummy-looking dent repair"

Perhaps it's the nice weather.

Unusual Optimism

I'm feeling pretty optimistic today--weirdly so.

To completely fix the dents in my car would be >$1k, yet my default thought was "how great that my dents are sufficiently minor that the inconvenience of just living with them doesn't even come close to a $1000 detriment to my life."


To get a sort of half-repair done on the huge one will cost $200, yet my thought was "That's the cost of one Kindle (with 3G, no ads). How great that my favorite device can be purchased for less than the cost of a crummy-looking dent repair!"

Sunday, February 27, 2011

It's going to be a long time before I can talk about cricket and not sound like an idiot

Here's a paragraph I read here:

Such was the clarity of Strauss's strokeplay and the passivity of India's attack, at 280 for 2 in the 43rd over, England were cruising towards an extraordinary triumph. However a late intervention, sparked by a reverse-swinging Zaheer Khan, left them clawing for breath as a silenced Chinnaswamy stadium rediscovered its roar, and when the requirement shot up beyond two runs a ball, there seemed no way back into the contest. However, a ballsy volley of sixes from England's lower order hauled them back from the brink, and with two runs needed from the final delivery of the match, Graeme Swann drilled Munaf Patel to cover to salvage a share of the spoils.

Going in I thought that just knowing that cricket involved bats and wickets would be enough to follow the story. After reading this paragraph six times and still being confused (and wondering if perhaps the author was putting up nonsense that sounded like he was talking about a sport), I think I'm going to bone up on my cricket vocabulary (still, I like the writing overall--it's kind of colorful or whatever).

Thursday, December 2, 2010

I'm in this show!

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Saturday, November 13, 2010

Blogging

Right now I have the most recent post in the world.

I was just looking at my girlfriend's blog. It makes me smile: I saw the links on the side and I was curious if she had ever linked to my blog (as you dedicated readers know, this blog goes dormant for months at a time). I made the cut despite my paucity of posts! Of course, the link to my blog is titled "was once my fhe group brother," which is both completely accurate and hilariously out of date. (We've been dating steadily for more than 7 months now; we haven't been in the same FHE group for more than 15 months).

I like it, though. It reminds me of one of my favorite narratives. I mean, it's kind of exciting to think that what started as a casual acquaintanceship has grown into a relationship that's pretty intimate, unique, and important to me. With the benefit of hindsight, our early, casual interactions I've seen (imposed?) new significance in (on?) our early interactions.

I love to imagine what it would have been like to write a note to my past self explaining my eventual future with this girl. You know? Like, the day that I met her and was trying to remember her name, it would have been cool to have a little foreshadowing--to know that this girl would become a real, close friend and a serious girlfriend of mine--to know that it's very important to remember this girl's name because she'll pop up in the story later. The other characters can be killed off or forgotten or whatever, but the story won't make sense if you forget this particular girl.

(Come to think of it, a note from my future self explaining my future with her from where I am right now would also be helpful.)

Of course, there's always a bit of foreshadowing--every interaction is a little step either closer or farther apart. But still--the sort of perfect information that would allow you to know instantly whom you can forget the instant you meet them and which people will end up being really important to you seems like it would come in handy . . . either that or would just result in my coming on way too strong to a girl I've just met ("Hi, I'm James. Nice to meet you, especially since we'll get married eventually according to a note I received from the future. Well, if you thought this whole note-from-the-future thing was weird, I'm sure your future self who is married to my future self would not have let me go back in time and deliver this note. I'll see you later.")

ITEM! Now I realize that I should make sure to link to her blog. I do so, but note that I almost never update this blog, so perhaps I can be forgiven for not linking to her sooner and more prominently.