Month: February 2012

A part of me has been vaguely curious about why I’ve been so emotionally invested in Michigan State basketball this year. I mean, I’ve always been a fan, and never more so than the past few seasons when we’ve had some exceptional victories. Being a Spartan is a way of life as well, so I wouldn’t expect that impulse to…

I played poker tonight and almost won $40. I say almost won because I went all in on the last hand and lost it all. Everyone was going all in, something dictated that I also go all in. I wish I know what that something was so I can find it and kill it. I suspect its name is “peer…

I read And the Pursuit of Happiness by Maira Kalman this evening after finishing the last of the Sin City collections. Juxtaposition, I tell you. The physical book is actually a collection of her New York Times blog posts, written in 2009 as a reflection on ‘merica’s past, present, and future and finding the joy in all three. It is…

I read that Hunger Games book that all of the people are raving about. I’m not sure why they’re raving. It’s just another in the seemingly endless stream of young adult dystopia novels. Admittedly, a good example, better than most, but far from Harry Potter levels of world-building and character mastery. The, to my mind, crucial set-up section of the…

I love tv series with seasons that last ten episodes or less. Maybe twelve, max. Anything beyond that and I get intimidated, scared to dive in when I know I’ll have to slog through a handful of filler episodes somewhere around the middle. If I were watching tv on tv, maybe then I wouldn’t mind long seasons. But when I’m…

When you live on your own in a big empty apartment with absolutely no prospects for immediate female companionship, Valentine’s Day pretty much falls by the wayside. I can’t say I miss the holiday, but I do miss the ladies. For thr sake of the day, I’m going to assume they miss me too.

I haven’t delved into the boring details of my life in a while. Secretly, I consider these details all “accomplishments,” something that is surprisingly effective at bolstering my reserves of self-confidence. Curious, but I dare not question it. – I have 50 books on hold at the library, most of them suspended so they don’t all come in at once.…

Reading through several weeks worth of Wall Street Journals on Sunday mornings is something of a ritual now. I ball up in the sun, spread out my thick stack of papers, and delve in. The Weekend Edition was especially plump this morning, requiring nearly an hour to parse through. Perhaps this was due to the fact that I actually bothered…

Friday evening really wasn’t anything notably special – It was just a condensed version of all that I wanted from the weekend. I took part in interesting conversation in Bleu Haus kitchen, was greated heartily by a number of old friends, drank a forty or two, played Settlers (and almost won, very slyly), wandered into a mostly unknown house party…

Curious how I’m more likely to update when nothing is going on than when actual, interesting events are taking place. Times like these I wish the ol’ memory box weren’t so shot. Or full. Whichever may be the case. “Executive coach” sounds like a pretty sweet draw when traveling. A large, decked out bus with leather seats and couches and…