Can’t talk now, unfortunately, because the spirit of cleaning has gripped me with a vengeance, and I’d best heed its call while the going’s good. A vacuum cleaner simply demands a lap or two occasionally, you know?
Japan to me is like a mystical conduit, through which the familiar is transmuted into improbable iterations. I’ll need to ply you with a video tonight, courtesy of the Cat, and keep in mind this is what happened when Jeopardy was ported to the Far East. I’m just kidding. I’ll take Dissembling for $500, Alex.
Tennis began in earnest this weekend, with the inaugural two-set match closing at 6-2 and 3-6, and although performance was less than ideal–think a Wimbledon designed for clumsy, legless burros with access to racquets–the will to continue playing pulses fiercely. I woke at 7:30 yesterday, ante meridiem, to engage in this “physical activity” mentioned in certain circles, and I’m all the better for it. There’s newfound stamina. Energy. Insomnia. That one will need to be fixed. The next outing is scheduled for 7 sharp tomorrow, so we’ll need to adjourn now.
Tomorrow: the perils of Christian media!
We adjourned yesterday without a single mention of downloadable media, a travesty that requires immediate remedy. If you’re craving a 25-hour role-playing epic, flush with terrible dialogue and menus and unicorns and peregrine falcons, you’ll want to look elsewhere. But if you’re like me, afflicted with a recent inability to sit still for more than 20 minutes, this is your ticket. What this entertainment lacks in difficulty, it compensates with charm.
Self-betterment plans are seemingly designed to explode as soon as they’re hatched, with a timer wired to go off in but a few days. The key to extending the shelf life and making any meaningful progress, at least for me, is to package the plan around a very human tendency: the need to gather stuff, to amass things. The difference here, though, is the commodity isn’t tangible, and in place of money, or movies, or delicious raspberry candies is mental capital. Skills. Knowledge.
A guitar session might involve collecting another chord or, perhaps in the following lesson, I’ll try to find a good strumming pattern. An afternoon of tennis could be spent on regaining a serve. Maybe the goal for next month will be to reacquire some violin basics, driven by inspiration from one of the greats. Remember when this happened? Well, I won’t have to reacquire the violin itself. 1-0, Yo-Yo.