Somewhere, Mike NTPB is doing a mat drill.Indeed, Beck is Back (those are the opening chords / riffs to Back in Black for you less musically inclined folk, aka not Frank) after a long two week Nyet-atus. I spent yesterday futilely attempting to clean up the apartment in preparation for her arrival and instead enbded up doing some other miscellaneous work and going to play Ultimate* in Waltham with the illustrious BUDA Spring Hat League. Greg and Meghan were kind enough to pick Beck up from Providence to facilitate my junkie disc habit, and we rendezvous-ed post-game at a Cambodian Restaurant called The Elephant Walk in Waltham Center. Hot damn! Fun times; caught up with the iL2B and even got to watch an Incredibles Pixar Short taboot. Babies catching on fire can, in the proper context, be funny. Trust me.
- Ultimate went surprisingly well - I got there early and warmed up for a good long while then stretched, so when I played everything more or less held together. I was definitely taking it easy (75% speed or so), which is probably a good thing given the level of the league and such. There is, FTR, nothing more frustrating than committing a turnover because a newbie faked a cut, or turned the wrong direction, etc. But it was good to get out and run again, even if every white-fibered muscle in my body is screaming today.
So Beck and I headed home and caught an episode of Lost. It is, needless to say, great to have the Beck back! Wahoo! And we will have the official Where We Will Go Next Year Summit / Pow-Wow before too long, so I humbly request that all interested and / or nag-tendencied parties refrain from dropping not so subtle hints. Your cooperation is vastly appreciated.
Today at school was good - tutored anatomy early in the AM and watched the rest of an Incovenient Truth (I will write a faux review at some point in the near future - SITS that Gore has scared my entire class out of their collective dome). And that was more or less it - no tutoring this afternoon for one reason or another, so after a brief meeting with our Learning Resource Specialist on a couple of students, I left the building. And realized it was OPENING DAY!!!
I have a long-standing personal habit of going to a restaurant, eating a burger and watching the Cubs on opening day. Call me a glutton. Of two sorts. The Cubs always play the Reds on opening day, and ever since Tuffy Rhodes hit 3 HRs in the first game a few years back I always enjoy catching the season opener to to hear things like "on pace for 486 HRs." I even stayed up till four in the morning to catch the opening game in japan while in college! Anyways, i got out of school early and had a couple of hours to kill before the 2 o'clock gametime, so I headed over to Black Diamond Coffee and grabbed a latte and Harris's The End of Faith to while away the couple of hours. As it turned out, they were playing a lot of crappy pop music, and then the waitress started chatting up a guy who's a professor at Harvard and lives at Grafton. They were discussing some online ethics course she's taking, so between that and John Mayer I couldn't really concentrate on Sam Harris's Opus. So I listened as she gave bizarre statements about how you can't really apply 19th century ethics to the modern internet age because "they didn't even have intellectual property back then." Sorry, she was actually bringing up a lot of interesting points and seemed like a smart and cool gal; I just heard that and off in the distance a record scratched to a stop. But the real important effect that I was caught by how cool it was, the 60 some odd year old professor hanging at the suburban coffee shop and chatting up the cute counter girl about ethics in the internet age. Very inspirational in a transcendence of the everyday kinda way. Maybe a small glimpse of being able to see myself doing that down the road. Hope so.
Have to say I was buoyed by that kind of good feeling for the bulk of the day - I've been listening to a lecture series called How to Listen to and Appreciate Jazz, and though there's a lot of overlap with the previous Jazz lectures series I listened to, it has enough of a different focus that it's been very fun. Music closely examined is EXTRA worth listening to, methinks. Anyways, a solid soundtrack of Miles Davis's "Walkin'" made for a great mood / day, and the little professorial encounter only accentuated this. Good times.
Good times, until, of course, i headed to the local sports bar to watch the Cubs and their 95 million dollar 2007 roster get their caviar eating butts handed to them. Embarrassing - the Reds won 5-1 with ease. Worse yet, Zambrano, a member of my fantasy team, was wild and all over the place, plus he gave up about a 460 foot HR to Adam Dunn. Ugh.
I headed to the gym to catch a bit of the Sox game during a biking / weights workout, and they (and their 120 million dollar lineup against the Royals lineup which scrapes in at 47.3 million) were losing 7-1 last I checked. Bad day for the homeboys. So it goes.
Just got finished running dinner and a coffee up to the Beck in the ER, and now will settle down to read a bit before I check out the NCAA Basketball Finals tonight. I opened with a retold joke, so I'll close with one, too: I think Florida's gonna run back the opening kickoff for a touchdown.
Until next time...
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