Tue, Jan 26 - Senior Rings
A discussion about the not-so-cool dying trend of guys with class rings. Also a defense of the superficial.
'I am simply stating that people develop preconceived notions because of a generalized perception of truth, which may or may not be ultimately true.'
Wed, Jan 27 - The Finger Snap
The celebration of an archaic yet still extant gesture amongst peeps of various ilk. Also included is a quote from Romeo et Juliet, but it isn't my favorite line: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? (II, 2, 976)*.
'I haven’t grown to think that this is childish just yet, though I do try to keep my finger snaps private as much as possible.'
Thu, Jan 28 - Shopper at Walmart - m4w - 22
A missed connections (a la craigslist) stylized entry where I caught a girl do a stereotypical guy move.
"'I had passed you while going to electronics the first time and you looked at my face, and then you did the thing that most guys normally do, that is look down and check the package.'"
Fri, Jan 29 - Do You Know This Song?
An homage to my favorite group from the South: UGK. I was frustrated that I couldn't find one of their songs.
'There’s nothing like Pimp C’s nasty lyricism ('Take it off, chick, bend over, let me see it...') which are rapped country-style in tune to some bad-ass old-school beat.'
Sat, Jan 30 - I'sa Playa
I find the title of the track, but I start to realize that I am not entirely of the opinion of the rappers. Is it misogynistic to listen to misogynistic music?
'How can I be the man I want to be when I listen to music which are not of my values?'
A comparison of temperature control in the Northeast vs Down South. Also a brief exposition of my time in NYC.
'Apartments with central temperature start at 2 million, because the ones that cost 1 million are still 600 sq foot sh-tholes.'
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Thoughts that didn't quite make the cut to be blog entries:
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I woke up this morning, and the thermostat read 50! Not Celsius, but Fahrenheit, the temperature scale of the greatest country in the world. So what if nearly everyone else uses Celsius? They're just wrong, because as a rule, Americans are always right! Cue up Proud to be an American. Sorry, that's a bit of North Texas brainwashing for you.
I thought about using Calculus to calculate the rate of temperature change in my apartment, but realized it would be incredibly nerdy of me. I'm pretty sure it is possible to do so. If you're thinking about the numerous variables like the 1 millimeter thick insulation or the shoddy non-weather-proofed windows, then that would be very intelligent observations. My answer to that? Simply bundle all non-critical variables into a catchall 'C', for constant, assuming that all those variables are constant. The actual contribution of each variable doesn't matter; you're simply concerned about the effect of all the variables in relation to the temperature. Physics and Calculus are very beautiful, elegant, and paradoxical sciences: though they analyze some things in such minutiae, they're remarkable at ignoring a bunch of other things. I think I would have liked being an astrophysicist, since I enjoy talking about things that matter not a bit to the rest of society. I apologize for the headache.
I have such a crush (mostly platonic) for Colbie Caillat. I don't know, but I think I may be fallin for you... She reminds me of Sheryl Crow. The music video is a bit wrong as it would purport that supplication works. It doesn't (reference: 22 years of my life).
I've stylized my name to be the lowercase 'g'. So if you ever see a book signing event and see just a lowercase 'g', well then that would be moi (still working on my French in desperate hope of meeting Melanie Laurent).
The bits about my night out 2 weeks ago at Ra Sushi: those are en-route. I'm still working on them, because they're bound to be packed with pretty heady stuff, as deep and philosophical as I am (which is to say, not so much).
Darkness Consumes You. That is the title of my book about my entering into the PUA (pick-up artist) society after reading The Game by Neil Strauss. I'm starting to believe that the stuff works; I've already come up with some openers and routines which I will field test on my next break. Unfortunately, as I am a private person (when it comes to personal relationships), you won't hear anything about it. Darkness Consumes You won't sell, because the topic (the not-so-secret PUA society) is played out.
My Droid phone is draining all my free time. When I see it's green LED light flashing, I have no recourse but to satiate my curiosity, even though I know it's just another email from Buy.com, Overstock.com, or Amazon.com. The bundled Facebook app isn't helping either.
A friend from NYC tagged me as an MIA in her 6th grade class pic. The problem with that is I was still in Houston in 6th grade. It was a pleasant picture (because I wasn't in it) nonetheless, and a few of my acquaintances added me on FB. If you're reading this, Hello!
I've come to the realization that I'm a degenerate, but I'm proud of it. I've forgone video games and women and society and alcohol just to get to this point: a doctor (of pharmacy) at 22. I'm cashing in my chips and walking out of the casino while I still can. Maybe in a different life, things would be different, but as I can't travel between parallel universes, you're stuck with this version of me.
It is extraordinary how a week can fly by without a person doing anything productive. And it takes a a very smart person to realize that wasting time is a decidedly delightful choice. If you haven't done it, try sleeping for 16-24 hours straight, and you'll understand what I mean. The REM-ing is magical. (When you wake up after 8 hours or so, just visualize a hot summer afternoon in Madrid or a cool breezy dusk on the French Riviera, and fall gently back to sleep).
Did I mention Melanie Laurent? I think I have, but I'll talk about her again. She has officially supplanted Marisa Miller as the object of my idolatry. Oh if I could but tap into the French bastardry of my ancestry. Those blue eyes... Were that I never saw her face in Inglourious Basterds...
No need to roll your eyes or make a face of disgust at the last paragraph. As always, I am just kidding.
And finally, don't place glasses of water on the carpet when you can't find a coaster (or are too lazy to look for one). Otherwise, you might relive the wet carpet feeling you felt post-Hurricane Rita when the wind nearly blew your roof off. 'Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.'**
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*I forgot how to cite literature that isn't in NEJM or JAMA or Arch Intern Med. I'll relearn eventually.
**Douglas Adams
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