Don’t mock me and my vocabulary-studying ways:

• You beat me in Scrabble
• You beat me by ten points on the SAT

Signed,

What Happened In 1993 Is Still Very Important To Me (Although Not Quite As Important As 1976-1992) 

Last May, right after my first day at My Summer Job, I attended the wedding of some family friends. I still haven’t posted all the pictures. But, to break up the text, here’s a picture of Fei and her brother Wilson.

I dare you to spend one hundred minutes with these kids and not find yourself plotting how to hang out with them again.

An ex of mine has knocked it out of the park* with his new video for Justice’s ‘Phantom Pt. II’ called The Greatest Gift.

I’m kind of into it, but I wish he’d make the video with the girl at the dentist’s office already.

* Note to dude playing center field: watch out for a flying pickup truck

Instead of doing my taxes or accomplishing any of the other rainbow of matrixed tasks I was supposed to pay attention to today, I finally uploaded my pictures from fellow JE Spiders Rob & Linda’s wedding this past November. I am so grateful for the chances that I have to reconnect with old friends, to immediately re-spark the chemistry of years past, and to feel entirely comfortable behaving like an asylum escapee without fear of judgment or insult.

Wait, what? What was that you just said? You in the back? Oh, that I always feel entirely comfortable behaving like an asylum escapee without fear of judgment or insult?

Well, there’s that. But it’s more fun when I’m surrounded by other peeps who feel exactly the same way.

Here’s a few of my favorite pictures off of my cammy-ra:

Meet my big sister, an outraged woman!

Words don’t capture my pride.

I returned from Aruba late Wednesday night and have been packed to the gills with les choses pour faire since.  I got a lot of good thinking time in, between snorkin’ and gobbling up beach reading (devoured two books while there, reminding me of childhood summers).  I read over some of my writing from the last time I was in Aruba and am happy to report that I am markedly less insane than even just a year ago.

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Seneca kind of had it right but the thing is, that which is meaningful to me in life is not that which can be metered or measured or reduced and quantified.  As much as I like to count repetitions, dole out errands, monitor my net worth …

Mostly I like to live, and that has nothing to do with graph paper or hash marks or rulers.

Which leads me, perhaps entirely tangentially (side note:  why does tangent get all the love?  what about cosecant?), to the fact that I’m going to miss my friend Mr. X., who is leaving NoMu (his appellation for North Murray Hill) and moving to Italy (in a manner of speaking).  I’m going to miss everything I already know about him but more importantly, I already regret my missed opportunity to salt & pepper him with all the questions about him and his life that have been squirming in my brain since he accidentally left his suit jacket at my place after a party I held in mid-December.

Mr. X.:  I’m sorry I’ve been so shy all this time.  Maybe you’ll let me make it up to you some day.  I miss you already.

I know she’s busy watching American Gladiator right now, but I just want to HOLLA to my girl P., who is hooking me up big time in my march towards world domination.

More to come.

The cord that connects my cammy-ra to my mock-puter has been MIA since mid November. (<– two spaces. Hey man, years of Typing Tutor are hard to unlearn.) So while a number of pictures that I’ve taken are locked away in my D70, there’ve been some classic shots from the official photographer of the wedding I attended in Florida a couple of months ago.

This one has to be my favorite of the bunch so far.

I love learning about my friends, and even more importantly my acquaintances-becoming-friends, through the books they read and what they say about the books they read.

Quoting ANP:

So much of my life and navigation of the world is informed by my early love of reading and, more broadly speaking, my knowledge lust. I do not fundamentally understand people who do not caress pages of books, breathe in their words and allow themselves to be shaped by text.

Go check out GoodReads today.  And if we’re friends in real life, let’s be friends on GoodReads too.