The Future is Whenever
Hello,
What's occupied me/us/meus during the remainder of my first month as a middle-aged man:
- I ran a 1-mile street race (pictured above), came in 2nd for my division, 5th overall. The field of 160+ racers was padded with school children who doubled as moving hurdles. By that, I mean they fell to the ground and had to be jumped over. Another type of school children, high school boys in track uniforms, were also in the mix and made me feel much better about myself.
- We've begun to cut each other's hair with razorblades (also pictured above) in an experiment based on the principle of, "It couldn't look any worse." And it really doesn't!
- I was threatened by a small group of shaved-head Mexican thug types ouside my home. When I deprived them of the opportunity to strike at me directly, they took their jollies out on our car's tire by knifing it. And so I'm left wondering why, if I appear weak enough to invite this sort of behavior, why did they feel it necessary to involve an armed gang?
- Using a download service, I've attempted to get "caught up" on what music white kids are listening to these days. The results have been mixed; while I like the directionless energy of most of it, a middle-aged man who basically rules at life just can't relate to music about teenage whining. But I can understand it's appeal to a certain type of person, which seems genuine enough and is more than I can say for people who suffer through indie/hipster nonsense well into their 30's.
- Liz has done some remarkable things with ground turkey these days. Good eatin'.
- We've come past the day of knowing each other for 4 years, and sincerely can't recall what it was like before that day.
What's occupied me/us/meus during the remainder of my first month as a middle-aged man:
- I ran a 1-mile street race (pictured above), came in 2nd for my division, 5th overall. The field of 160+ racers was padded with school children who doubled as moving hurdles. By that, I mean they fell to the ground and had to be jumped over. Another type of school children, high school boys in track uniforms, were also in the mix and made me feel much better about myself.
- We've begun to cut each other's hair with razorblades (also pictured above) in an experiment based on the principle of, "It couldn't look any worse." And it really doesn't!
- I was threatened by a small group of shaved-head Mexican thug types ouside my home. When I deprived them of the opportunity to strike at me directly, they took their jollies out on our car's tire by knifing it. And so I'm left wondering why, if I appear weak enough to invite this sort of behavior, why did they feel it necessary to involve an armed gang?
- Using a download service, I've attempted to get "caught up" on what music white kids are listening to these days. The results have been mixed; while I like the directionless energy of most of it, a middle-aged man who basically rules at life just can't relate to music about teenage whining. But I can understand it's appeal to a certain type of person, which seems genuine enough and is more than I can say for people who suffer through indie/hipster nonsense well into their 30's.
- Liz has done some remarkable things with ground turkey these days. Good eatin'.
- We've come past the day of knowing each other for 4 years, and sincerely can't recall what it was like before that day.