Here is a varied set of observations and frustrations and
frustrated observations of the past few hours, days, weeks since my last
post.
First, my attempt to write on a regular basis has become not
a base nor regular by any means. I
write, in my head. Many
intelligent and even non intelligent people confuse this as thinking, which
everyone does all the time, and therefore is not a measurable or meaningful
goal to achieve. Sometimes I even
think about writing. But that’s
not writing either.
Second, my redundant attempts, whenever I reinitiate my blog
after a long hiatus, to ironically refer to my inability to write more
consistently.
Third, my claims stating the non-science of fantasy football
as pure luck, while spending at least 5.8 hours every week adjusting line-ups
and formulating hypothetical trades.
Fourth, my obsession with football, both real and fantasy,
is highlighted by my apathy and disinterest in playoff baseball (I have not
watched a full baseball game all year).
I finally understood the controversy concerning Stephen Strasburg, and
the Nationals’ decision to permanently
shut him down for the whole season.
The reason why you want to protect him and keep him healthy is so that
he can help you, in the long run (presumably) he will help you win a World
Series. Nationals, you’re in the
playoffs now. He can help you win
now. This makes no sense, and you
just lost to the Cardinals.
Fifth, I cannot take pictures of people because I assume
that they assume that I’m being creepy and probably crazy. This is a dumb fear because everyone
likes attention even if they don’t know it or not. I’m thus realizing that taking pictures of facades of
buildings can only take you so far.
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| A facade of a building. |
Sixth, I want to watch more documentaries because I’m
curious and I like to learn about new things, but then I also don’t like
investing a lot of time because I don’t like it that much. That’s why
documentaries are perfect. I can
learn everything I need to about a certain topic in about 100 minutes and be
done with it. Finally, got around
to watching Hoop Dreams and it was
great. But, sadly and surprisingly
I did not cry.
Seventh, I love lists because like documentaries they feed
my hunger for learning while short and to the point. I believe that the origin of this love came from VH1’s 100 Greatest Rock Artists of
All-Time, which premiered while I was in high school. I decided that opinion and democracy aside, that it’s quite
clear that the Beatles and the Rolling Stones are a definitive number one and
number two (order can be left to your own discretion) and anyone who would
suggest otherwise would deserve to be fought.
Eighth, saw movies The
Master and Looper. I say meh to the first (which is a big
deal because I absolutely love all of Paul Thomas Anderson’s previous films)
and the other is quite good and I’d high recommend it. However, there are much better films
hiding in each and its unfortunate when a film refuses to live up to its
promise. I’ve come to realize
though, that I find it difficult to be overly impressed with a movie after
first watch. Second dates are always necessary.
Ninth and finally, LCD Soundsystem has recently been on
rotation. I rediscovered Sound of Silver, which I had listened to
years before but never got into it.
Such a fact only reinforces my inability to delete any music from my
Itunes as I believe that in some unknown deep dark recesses of my subconscious the
song will reenter my life in the most opportune moment and bless me infinitely
more than my initial listen. Sort
of like my rebellious, annoying expensive child who ends up being a
professional athlete. Yeah, I guess
I’ll feed him tonight, jeez. I
still steal music. A lot.
