Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Today, as I stood on the threshold of the 4th harddisk reformat in 6months, I too have decided to go Black Turtleneck and buy a Mac.
I am appropriately humbled. And am grateful that the Man spent but a mere 17 minutes cackling in glee over his unconditional moral superiority over his serf. Gracious even in victory -- 'tis why he is the Man.
Friday, November 16, 2007
My adolescent years were spent training, ninja-like, in polishing my eye-hand coordination to a blinding gleam. I've gone from Duck Hunt (1984 -- remember? if not, see above) to its natural progression to trying my hand at a shooting range.
I know nothing of firearms, save the direction I do not want to be standing in when one of those are nearby. But that doesn't deter me. Just like Milton Bradley's "Operation" is a good indicator for success in Med School, my NES (not the Super kind, but the original one) will likely provide an adequate backdrop to the real thing.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Our kids workout at a local Tae Kwon Do school, 9 hours or so a week. While the kids get primal and knock each other about, us parents hang out on the other side of the plate glass window. We do so, rain or shine, because we enjoy the fresh air. There's a bar kitty-corner from the school, where distinguished patron-patriots follow the law and do their smoking outside. As they say in the French countryside, one must have the courtesy not to spoil the exquisite bouquet of freshly tapped Old Milwaukee.
It's hard to distinguish facial features in the grayish haze, but we can discern voices now and then. Yesterday, for example, we heard a heated discourse on the merits of various flavours of tobacco.
"I take lots of little drags so I'm not really inhaling as much. That's why I don't need lite cigarettes."
"Makes sense. If ya ask me, Menthol is my fave."
"Menthol? I thought you're only supposed ta smoke those when you're sick!"