- The older I get, the more forgiving I am of spelling/grammar/usage errors in non-professional writing settings like this. I’m a long way from perfect in this regard. Just see how I struggle with commas. I also recognize that really excellent writing in a technical sense is a kind of privilege, and many haven’t had the rigorous education needed to master it. So, write what you feel and I’ll never judge. EXCEPTION: if you can’t figure out how to put line breaks between your paragraphs, I hope birds eat your liver.
- Fall baseball and soccer start for Danny this weekend, and I’m assistant coaching both, and I can’t wait. I don’t actually know squadoosh about soccer, but I think my role as assistant here involves tracking player time for AYSO fair play rules and being High Energy Dad. Can do x2. Let’s get out there and sportsball.
- I’ll be in Joshua Tree in 13 days. I am about 20% prepared for this trip. Gotta get humping. Was planning to hit REI this weekend but Citibank detected fraud on our main credit card and shut it down, and if I use the backup, I won’t get the miles. (How many first world problems can we cram into one entry?)
- I’ll be running a half marathon in Milwaukee in 70 days. I am about 1% prepared for that trip. Morning training now is all in the dark, which I hate, and evening training impinges on my beer drinking time, which I hate. And these fuckers at work won’t let me go during the day. What is that bullshit, anyway?
- This might require more room, or not, but I’m quite convinced we’re witnessing the beginning of humanity’s final act. One way or the other, we’ll render this planet uninhabitable soon, long before we’ve figured out how to leave it, thus ending the story. Bizarrely, coming to terms with this makes it easier to live in the moment and appreciate what/who is around you. It makes for a poor motivator to conserve resources, though, which of course builds a feedback loop toward ensuring the inevitability of the initial assumption.