off to bed
I always seem to forget how grumpy I can get when I haven't had enough sleep. And even realizing that the lack of sleep is causing the grumpiness doesn't seem to make the grumpiness go away. So yeah. It's time for bed.
I always seem to forget how grumpy I can get when I haven't had enough sleep. And even realizing that the lack of sleep is causing the grumpiness doesn't seem to make the grumpiness go away. So yeah. It's time for bed.
My last night in Amsterdam, after having Indonesian for dinner and seeing that Ewan McGregor movie whose name I can never remember, I played soccer for the first time in, err, at least three years. Let's just say I had concerns about how much I would suck.
I tend to struggle with conversing with new people. Part of it just comes from my shyness, but an even bigger part, I think, arises from a lack of common ground. Good conversation is based around topics that all the participants have some interest in. When you're among your peers, it's normally not too tough to find something to talk around for at least ten minutes or so. It can be more difficult when you're talking with someone with whom you have no obvious connections.
I haven't been blogging much lately. It's not that I haven't had things to say... instead I get ideas only to have them slip away before I write them down. Or sometimes I just can't develop them. My mind's bouncing around.
Last week local sports radio muckraker Angelo Cataldi, after hearing of the food policy at the Eagles' new football stadium, said that he expected the security guards to be wearing swastikas. For his comments Cataldi was suspended by the station for two days.
A few possible instances of racism were discussed at work today. It's one thing to theorize about racism (as many have), but to actually confront it, I think you need to look at racism in the real world. In both cases discussed below, co-workers of mine believed that the relevant statements were not racist. After some thought, I have to disagree.
I've had a few days to reflect on it now, and I've decided that the whole 21st birthday thing isn't all it's cracked up to be.
You're free to disagree, of course, but I really believe there's nothing more exciting in sports than the bottom half of inning in a game that's gone to extra innings, bases loaded, two outs. Throw in a 2-2 count and I can guarantee the crowd'll be on its feet.
If so, you should have a dark and stormy... a glass of ginger beer topped off with a shot or so of black rum. That was one of several of my drinks last night at my 21st birthday party.
A friend (whose identity will be concealed) works as a photography intern at an undisclosed major art museum. In recent weeks, she's noticed that a painting by one Pablo Picasso has been lying around the office she works in. No alarm system, no rail, no glass. Pure, unadulterated Picasso at her fingertips.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I made my first-ever half.com sale. One might think the decision to list things on half had to do with me turning 21 tomorrow (25 minutes and counting) and wanting to clear up my life and belongings. At the very least, that's the kind of conclusion I'd reach if I were looking back on that evidence and writing about it (please forgive the solipsism). But that really isn't what's going on... at least not on a conscious level. I was up in the attic looking for something and noticed a stack of books that I really have no use or desire for anymore (the reasons, I suppose, could go in another entry, but I don't think they're very interesting).
I've finally got around to putting my pictures from my recent trip to the Netherlands online. Start with this picture of the Rijksmuseum. There's no thumbnail page, as yet, because, frankly, I don't know of a quick way of lowering the size of all the pictures.
Disney's already decided to make a sequel to Pirates of the Caribbean. I, for one, am already excited. You see, the makers of Pirates accomplished what they set out to do, make a campy, absurd, and raucously enjoyabl pirate movie. Seeing it was the most fun I've had at a movie in a long time. There were no pretensions of art here, they simply excelled at what they were going for. We should all be so lucky.
Work drained the hell out of me today as I tried, mostly in vain, to distill Kamp and Reyle (hereafter K&R)'s From Discourse to Logic: Introduction to Model-Theoretic Semantics of Natural Language, Formal Logic and Discourse Representation Theory into a few pages.
I know that cycling isn't the most exciting sport to watch. But every so often it, well, is.
In the past, I've never been much of a beach person. I've whined whenever my family took trips to the Jersey Shore, mouthing off about how boring it was, how I never understood the attraction.
I've still got a bunch to say about my trip to the Netherlands... hopefully I'll get to it in the next couple of days.
I've uploaded the photos from my trip that I'll be putting on the web, but I haven't put all the captions in for each page yet. That'll happen some time in the next few days, but in the mean time, here's a picture looking at the Rijksmuseum from the south.
I knew beforehand, of course, that almost everyone in the Netherlands speaks English. Still, I couldn't help but be astounded at just how good their English is. Case in point: there were at least two people that, had I met them randomly in some non-Netherlands environment, I would have thought they were native speakers of English. You just don't find Americans who reach that level of fluency in a foreign language. It's true, of course, that I was mostly exposed to well-educated people, but still.
I'm back in the sunny, humid confines of Philadelphia. But oh how much I have to say about Amsterdam. Stories, observations, thoughts, the works. It'll take a while to write about them all, but here's something to whet your apetite. In the past six days I've done the following:
Perhaps an inauspicious start for the new site, but I'm off to Amsterdam for a week or so. Stories once I get back.
So this is the new site for my blog. What do you think of the design? You have a preference between this and the old one? I'm open to suggestions...