God do I hate…

August 29, 2007

freakin’ windows. Gaaaaah! Using it after using a Mac nonstop for a year is like trying to gauge out my eyes.

I mean, sure, I’m using XP. And sure, I bet Vista is about 10X better. But come on, XP just sucks. Giant monkey balls.

It’s like they didn’t even try to make it functional or pretty.

Someday the rest of the world will see the light.

Until then, I’ll be stuck in the dark with my gauged out eyes.

August 26, 2007

You know, they find out Bush has been selling weapons to Iraq since whenever. We knew that. I knew that. During the Persian Gulf War, those intelligence reports would come in: ‘Iraq? Incredible weapons! Incredible weapons!’ How do ya’all know that? ‘Well, we looked at the receipt… but as soon as that check clears, we’re going in! What time’s the bank open? Eight? We’re going in at nine! For God and country and hey, he’s a Hitler! And hey, look, a fetus! Whatever you need, let’s go! Whatever YOU, the apathetic, docile masses need to get behind us, here, here’s a fetus, come on!’ ‘Ooh, look, it’s a little fetus. Look, a little fetus… I hate this man all the sudden. He’s a Hitler. He’s holding the little fetus.’

– Bill Hicks

August 26, 2007

You know, they find out Bush has been selling weapons to Iraq since whenever. We knew that. I knew that. During the Persian Gulf War, those intelligence reports would come in: ‘Iraq? Incredible weapons! Incredible weapons!’ How do ya’all know that? ‘Well, we looked at the receipt… but as soon as that check clears, we’re going in! What time’s the bank open? Eight? We’re going in at nine! For God and country and hey, he’s a Hitler! And hey, look, a fetus! Whatever you need, let’s go! Whatever YOU, the apathetic, docile masses need to get behind us, here, here’s a fetus, come on!’ ‘Ooh, look, it’s a little fetus. Look, a little fetus… I hate this man all the sudden. He’s a Hitler. He’s holding the little fetus.’

– Bill Hicks

Summer Rock(et)s!

August 26, 2007

Here’s a little video I put together of Dave’s two rocket launches, and the adventures that surrounded them. Good times.

I Wonder….

August 24, 2007

I wonder what college students before computers used to do immediately upon entering the room .

They didn’t check their e-mail. They didn’t check their IM client. They didn’t check Facebook.

What did they do?

Have a life? Probably.

This is going to be one of the priceless entries where I start off without a topic and then just kind of go with it.

Hey, one already came to mind: dealing with life. Such a broad topic. One that doesn’t need any more coverage. But I’ve got 20 minutes or so to burn, and I don’t feel like reading any more today. Socializing comes later. For now, let’s write.

I just went through the entire workout plan for this years cross country season, and let me say, it killed me. Well, crushed me would be the more appropriate term for what I felt. As in totally made me feel so not like doing this season. So many runs. So many interval runs. So many 90 minute runs. So many runs I don’t feel like doing. Walking never looked so good as it does at the end of an XC season.

All that said, I know the season is more than manageable. I mean, I made it halfway through last year [and then I screwed up my back… what a great time!]. And that was with me in worse shape than I’m in now. The difference then was… I had people that ran back with me. This year, it’s the guys… and Dave. And I’m not even within earshot of them for the majority of the longer runs. It gets awful lonely out there. And awful demotivating.

But one thing I realize about all of this, and the one real takeaway, applicable to life lesson, is that you can’t focus on everything at once. If you do, well, yeah, it’s going to seem unbearable. Because, well, yeah, it is unbearable. Doing that many runs all in one day would kill a mere mortal [and when it comes to running, I’m much less than a mere mortal]. But you don’t have to do them all at once. Just one run a day. For a total of maybe 2 hours max, usually something more like one. And then you’re done. And you have 92% of the rest of the day to spend on not running. Well, shit son, that’s a lot of time to spend not running. Not bad at all.

Yeah, very cliché, but take life as it comes. One moment at a time. One run at a time. And as a corollary to that, realize that every day won’t be like today. Tomorrow you’ll be better [or worse] than you are right now. And so on, to the last day of your life. Existence isn’t static. It’s anything but.

Well, that was quite the lame little pep talk. But it made the knot in my stomach go away, so I guess it served it’s purpose.

Time to do other things in life other than ruminate over the drama my “I” creates.

Like socialize.

Namaste.

Well, not really. But I felt the need to post something about my progress here during pre-season.

Look forward to more intellectual heavy lifting after this week. When there’s actually blood to go to my brain instead of to my heart, legs, and lungs. Those three damn organ systems take up so much energy!

There are only two more days left in preseason. And they’re probably the easiest of the the entire week. But there’s the tiny little difficulty of being completely emotionally, physically, and mentally spent. So that 30 minute run even gets to you. Even after that 90 minute run.

But yeah, I’ve learned from this camp how mentally week I am. Again. Not that big a surprise. I like things that are big and shiny. And easy. Luckily for me this far, that’s been the world of school. Otherwise, well, fuck, I don’t even know. But put me out on a XC course with 15 other guys and have me run way behind them, and I realize real quick how much of a physical wimp I am. I can’t keep up with the slowest guy. Forget the fastest. He’s lapping me.

But none of that matters. Just got to ‘do your best.’ And I have. Better than last year. But still not good. But I imagine doing something I’m not superlative at is probably good for my character. And as long as I don’t die [probably from some sort of horrible foot infection from the giant area of raw skin on the inside of my foot], I’ll leave camp stronger. With good memories. Nothing to complain about there.

Yeah, the thoughts of quitting fill my mind. Especially when I consider my litmus test for activities: do I enjoy this as much as reading. Lame, sure, but that’s probably how I judge just about everything in my life. Because one of my top all time favorite activities is just laying down with a good book and forgetting anything about my biological existence [at the moment, Ms. Rand is doing an excellent job of that with her Atlas Shrugged]. But even that gets old at times. And then I guess I just have to get out there and run.

Though that brings up another point. One that I thought about on a long run because, well, there was really nothing else to think about. Namely, that I don’t have any competitive drive at all. And I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I mean, I love achieving. But not against other people, per say. If I do something, I do it for myself and myself alone, and not to prove it to someone else. And yet cross country seems so much more about beating the guy ahead of you. But not really. I think I’m just making up excuses for why I’m not as hardcore about running as other people. There’s nothing wrong with not being hardcore about running. Different strokes for different folks. Athletic competition isn’t for me. I’d rather go on a nice walk.

I don’t see any nice walks in my future though. Not with the way my legs and feet are treating me.

Just two more days. And then school will seem like such a relief.

I hope everyone’s move back to college goes well.

And now I should wind down for sleep.

But the sooner I fall asleep, the sooner tomorrow morning comes. Oh, the trade-offs of preseason.

Namaste.

Dude! Free, Legal Music?

August 23, 2007

So, I’ll be sure to post some more pertinent stuff to life and such in about a day [especially about a sweet conspiracy film I found on Monday], but for now I have to get this out of the way!

Go to Deezer, and check out all the free music at your disposal. OMG, like, this is totally cool! I’m listening to Down with the Sickness by Disturbed right now, but I’ve also got Nirvana, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Trapt on my list of stuff to listen to. They have a ton of music. Only part of some Tool albums, but considering Tool isn’t even on iTunes, I’ll take it.

I don’t know how long this thing will last, but be sure to enjoy it while it’s still here. It’s kind of like Pandora, but you get to pick all the songs. Suweet!

And it’s based out of France. Yet another thing the Europeans are better at…

Namaste.

Well, sophomore year has begun in earnest. Well, not in earnest. But in a meek sort of sheepish start.

I moved in today. I really love the new dorm. And the new room. And just about everything about my current living arrangement. I don’t care that some people call this building the ‘nursing home.’ I’m even becoming oblivious to the fact that it’s called ‘New Hall.’ I just really like the Spartan-esque setup. And the really high ceilings. And the fact that I can design my living space from the ground up. I really love designing my living space from the ground up. So much better than moving into some half-filled room.

And I love this chair. The top moves back. It’s like leaning back in your chair, but without the chance of falling. Bitch, I’ll keep all four feet on the ground and lean back!

Cross Country preseason starts tomorrow. Aw yeah, with a 5K time trial. I think I’ll pull of something in the 24 to 25 minute 5K range. Not really that great. But hey, I haven’t been running as much as maybe I should have. I learned the hard way, for sure this time, that my legs don’t especially appreciate anything harder than a trail. Concrete? Forget about it!

This week will absolutely fly by. I know that for a fact. And then school begins for real. And soon enough, it’ll be time for Fall Break. This shit it crazy.

The only thing I need right now it something to read. I kind of neglected to bring any reading material, forgetting how much free time there is during preseason. But luckily the library will amend that in a shockingly quick fashion. And until then, I’ll either write or, well, write.

I have a good feeling about this year in my gut. That doesn’t happen much. But I’m liking it.

Oh, and I love not being a freshman. Yay for no awkwardness!

Namaste.

A Good Review of Superbad

August 19, 2007

Just in case you wanted to know what all the hype was about.