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While vulnerable in Wednesday naptime, I was drugged by some vile personage and was therefore not responsible for any Latinized shanties I might have been singing that evening, nor in fact anything I said, particularly anything about radians, nor any actions seemingly undertaken by myself.
Last year, I might have felt caught between caring for friends and respecting their choices. Now already I can take refuge in the future, knowing that momentarily this particular present will be confined to yearbooks, reunions and a few fond memories. I hope, however, that I won't depart all my life's periods with such indifference.
posted on Saturday, October 16, 2004
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Affection, jealousy, lust all pass through me much as people pass through the world, occasionally significant but generally mere conduits for the next batch. Something will matter again, eventually.
Like when I get my SAT scores back -- the irresolution is agonizing.
Actually, utterly unlike that (though I do want my scores back). Snowboarding might be close to the mark; I've recently been haunted by a profound and ineffable desire to snowboard. Last time I went I reached a major personal milestone, switching from heel to toe without falling while moving at a decent rate. For the moment I'd settle for snowboarding.
But there has to be more to life than snowboarding. And I really doubt that it's skiing.
posted on Monday, October 11, 2004
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I had a paragraph going, but nobody, not even me, is interested in a dozen variations on the theme of "I don't care."
The grass in our front yard is so lush and dewy -- it kinda makes me wish I were a cow.
posted on Tuesday, October 05, 2004
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Friday afternoon and Saturday night encompassed Quiz Bowl's expedition to T. Jeffy High in Virginia, where RCHS team A clawed its way to third place, despite treacherous watch alarms, a certain individual's gastric instabilities, and inept improvisation of plumbery. The hotel's indoor swimming pool was a big plus, though unfortunately I was the only one who thought to bring apparatus.
Had words with Michael after church today, as usual. Though his beliefs are strongly fixed, he's admirably open to reason, far more so than most people of whatever persuasion. It seems an unstable combination.
It's reasonable that the practice of evangelism is irresistible to Christians, who believe themselves to be saving souls; but it's equally irresistible to athiests, to whom it offers little other incentive than egotism. I know that my ideas aren't likely to brighten anyone's day, yet sometimes I'm just looking for an excuse to make my case.
Some girls, walking by, generate an olfactory bow wave that washes over with the wind of their passage.
posted on Sunday, October 03, 2004
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