Thursday, May 23, 2002

My dad keeps a sawed-off baseball bat under his bed. I can see no other purpose for this object than as protection for the family if someone breaks in. I've never been a big fan of hand-guns (sorry Julian!). I just think they might be too dangerous. I understand gun-safety locks and lock boxes and all the other equipment used to secure the family from a gun accident. I can understand why some people may want to have a gun in their house for protection purposes. It's just not for me.

So I decided: I want a samurai sword! No fancy display case for it. I'll keep it under my bed.

Wednesday, May 22, 2002

Our wedding is ten days away. Everything is kinda hectic right now. The school year is ending. I'm beginning summer school next Tuesday. I think I'll breathe easier once I get work out of the way, then I can focus more. But right now, I'm just frazzled. Last night, I got sick. That wasn't pretty. It's amazing that such a beautiful moment in my life could be prefaced with stress, sickness, and stomach cramps.
According to Serendipity:

Wow. Words to live by. (Inspired by my batchelor party last Saturday)

Thursday, May 09, 2002

The ubermensch is dead as well.
I've received a lot of e-mails lately from random people asking me if it's okay for them to use a next-wave article for their website or a class they are teaching. I find this to be a tremendous compliment to what next-wave is attempting to accomplish. But at the same time, I don't know if next-wave is really "pushing the envelope" as much as it could. We've become a little tame. Is there a way to create interesting discussion and light some fires? Can we find the point of disagreement and play along those lines? And can we do it, in a way that is genuine? Not upsetting people merely to watch them get angry. And can we get angry, while still listening?

Wednesday, May 08, 2002

We're discussing the "coming-of-age" genre in literature. We're reading A Separate Peace. Today, I decided we'd watch the film The 400 Blows. Then each student must write a complete movie review. I think it just gave me an excuse to watch The 400 Blows several times in one day. That'll change your day.
Recently, I've rekindled my love for comic books. I blame the Spiderman movie. But let's face it: I've always been a geek. And during most of junior high and high school... I geeked on comics completely. After awhile, someone taps you on the shoulder and says, "It's not normal to be emotionally involved with the X-Men at 18." So I quit. But now, I'm 25. It's weird, sure. But now, I don't care. As long as I don't embarrass Melissa too badly, I'm cool.

It's been fun to journey through my collection. I'm still looking for a few issues here and there. If anyone finds this comic (pictured below), let me know. I'll give you $10 for it!

I just signed up for my defensive driving course. I was driving 78 in a 70 mph speed zone. I took my ticket to a lawyer and paid him a bunch of money. The judge decided not to dismiss my ticket. So instead of paying what I would have had to pay (about $85), I know had to pay $140 (money order, not check) and take a defensive driving course. Wonderful.

Anyways, the internet defensive driving course is not that bad. It could be worse. I should have taken it last month. I 'm feeling particularly poor this month.

Friday, May 03, 2002

My mom and I drove around Arlington running errands. We had to pick up the invitations for the rehersal dinner and buy the shirts for my best men. I went home and tried on my suit for the first time with the shirt and tie. It looked really good. To say "I am excited" would be an understatement. Melissa had a job interview yesterday-- that supposedly went very well.

(Back to my mom and I driving around...)
Mom told me one of her favorite students died of a heart attack yesterday. The girl was in my mom's class a few years ago. She had the heart attack as a direct result of anorexia. Technically, the girl is still being "kept alive" for awhile longer so her organs can be donated, but she's been brain dead for sometime now.

I don't feel like making any deep observations about death or anorexia or society right now. My mom and I talked for some time on those subjects. But I would like to say, I think the key to happiness is gratitude. Those who are grateful-- enjoy life. Those who never appreciate what they have, or who they are, will be miserable.

Thursday, May 02, 2002

Yesterday, for my birthday, I drove to Dallas to view a tapping of the Mark Cuban Show at Cuba Libre Café. On the way there, I called my favorite radio talk show. We talked about Melissa. (that's a story all to itself) I waited about two hours. Ate a meal. Enjoyed a comfortable booth. As it happened, I was selected to sit on stage behind Mark Cuban. I was sitting on the couch with one of the Mavs dancers. So if you watch the Mark Cuban Show this Saturday, you'll see me there. Happy to see myself in a TV monitor.

After the show, I drove to community group. They had a picnic for me in the courtyard of Carriage Hill Apartments, which was fun. Then we went to Bentley's and wrote random poetry. Reading it and applauding each other's efforts. I went to bed way too late and suffered for it this morning-- crawling out, fighting the morning responsibilities.

Wednesday, May 01, 2002

It's my birthday today. I'm 25.
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