it’s 2am on a friday night and i’ve had a great day. apart from my 8 and 9am classes, it could almost have been a perfect day. i got an early start, performed suitably well in my school-related functions (even if i did act like an automaton that only very nearly passed the turing test), and went home to take care of some web business. that being done i had a beautiful lunch at bollard, before launching into an afternoon of quite litera[ri]lly novellic adventures. i read the last two or three hundred pages of my latest stephen r lawhead installment in one sitting. ah, the blessed feeling of the cool breeze mingled with sunshine through an open window while turning the pages of a good adventure, each page like a movie frame that when rolled at speed produces a sequence of fantastic images.
satisfied with my lazy indolence, i ousted my sluggish self from the suite and went to wilbur to play an hour and a half of pickup ultimate. i didn’t do well, but neither did anyone else really and it was low key and fun. then to dinner and back to the room to watch gladiator with nick bott. we both love that movie to a great extent, and we took full advantage of our new, beautiful surround sound system purchased at cost and well worth every penny. i’ve already discussed how powerful the score is, and the story is just as fantastic. each on its own has the power to bring that longing tear-tightness to my eyes, and both together is a rare cinematic experience indeed.
alternating couch-sitting with physical activity, the next and most recent step of the day was broomball at the ice oasis in some as-yet-unidentified portion of the bay area near menlo park. i ran like a crazy man for about an hour and shouted generally unintelligible things in an attempt to guide our team into some sort of winning strategy; of course, nothing of the sort exists in broomball, but it was great fun anyway, and i had several very existential moments while sliding on my back on the ice, or while running full speed into a plexiglass window in order to “check” someone from the opposite team.
of course, some of you may be wondering what i’ve been up to since october the third, but i’m afraid that for now most of that will go forever unnoted in this space. in any case, nothing of terrible importance happened, and i’ve used up my allotment of allowable non-important relata for the post, so it will have to pass. you can probably extrapolate most of my actions from my various involvements (groups) and commitments (classes), because these are the things in which i’ve poured my time.
my only disappointment recently is the my seeming inability to hang out with girls. i know there are lots of awesome ones around, but i can’t figure out what people do here, so i never have any reason to call anyone up to hang out. it’s this incomprehensible lack of creativity when it comes to thinking of ways to pass the time, or perhaps it’s a standard of which ways are cool that is set far too high. whatever, the point is that i think it would be good for me to hang out with people besides my guy friends, so that i don’t go around thinking the world is all like guys and guy emotional frameworks, etc… or maybe i’m not so wise and noble. maybe i have no reasons or justification, and need none. maybe the bottom line is that it’s just super lame to sit around with the drawmates and talk about hanging out with girls, a topic which has such a frequent occurrence in our conversations that the negative implication is straightforward: we talk about because we don’t, and because it’s not a natural part of our social lives. and maybe it’s this way with most stanford guys, apart from their predatory party stalkings. whatever it is it’s stupid, and i’ve spent far too much time staggering drunkenly around an issue that’s not even clear and that i wasn’t planning on talking about.
maybe i should just shut up and try and live out existential moments like this guy.
