Monthly Archives: June 2004

The Way Harder Means Brittler, Not Stronger

I think that most guys around this time of year pull a Pablo Francisco in New York, in this area at least, when the weath­er real­ly starts to go up and a lot of girls are anx­ious to show off their new sum­mer clothes. I sup­pose that I can admit to doing the same thing at some point, but I’ve sort of lost the feel­ing, so they say.

So many are in hal­ter tops and capris (ugh, capris), or oth­er skimpy, tight clothes, and it all just seems so bor­ing now. I might get dis­tract­ed if a girl dress­es with some more fuck­ing per­son­al­i­ty instead of dress­ing to show skin, but over­all hiz­zot­ness just does­n’t do it for me any­more. There’s got­ta be a lit­tle more, a lit­tle some­thing extra to real­ly keep my atten­tion.

Hopefully, that means I’m grow­ing up, not get­ting more super­fi­cial.

Visual Cue

I always walk into cloth­ing stores with my head­phones on but my music down. I keep the vol­ume low so that I can make sure I’m not in some­one’s way. I keep my head­phones on so that I can ignore any­thing that the sales­peo­ple say to me. People work­ing on com­mis­sion can be very annoy­ing.

Dinner With Sonas

I had the chance to hang out with Sonas on Wednesday night. He brought over some wine and cig­ars just as a chance to relax. He grad­u­at­ed last month and is look­ing for a job before he looks for a law school. The thing is, he’s not tied down by any­thing at all. His girl­friend is in Seattle, fin­ished her stud­ies and work­ing as a phar­ma­cist, but he has no plans on mov­ing there. He’s per­fect­ly fine with mov­ing back home, out west, or even over­seas to find a job. I have to admire that kind of free­dom, espe­cial­ly since he’s in a rela­tion­ship. There’s a trust there that real­ly goes beyond most of the oth­er rela­tion­ships that I know. We end­ed up order­ing in and hang­ing out on the bal­cony. I can’t relate to him very well because I don’t know much about him, but I can def­i­nite­ly say that he’s an easy per­son for me to talk to, which is a rar­i­ty in itself.

Yesterday I had the chance to hang out with Pat, and just kick back with some Soul Calibur II. We were pret­ty even­ly matched, although I had the upper hand because I actu­al­ly own the game and have a steady char­ac­ter. We’d real­ly learn each oth­ers moves, so it end­ed up being a game of reflex­es and feints, instead of but­ton mash­ing like it is against most peo­ple. He’s the only per­son I know who used to be a hard­core gamer the way I used to be, so it was great to be able to talk about fight­er styles and relate on that lev­el.

The Zarathustra Sessions, Part 1: Anthropomorphizing The Image Of The Self

I should believe only in a God who under­stood how to dance.

—Of Reading And Writing, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

I don’t cur­rent­ly believe in a god, but if I did, I would imag­ine that he, being a god, would under­stand all the things that I hold as impor­tant. I could­n’t imag­ine a god with­out a great sense of humour, a good sense of musi­cal taste, or a nice bow­el move­ment or a reg­u­lar basis.

And how mega­lo­ma­ni­a­cal is that?