I'll be the first to admit that my friend making skills waver from mediocre to atrocious. I can easily tell you the names of 10 people who are better at being a friend than I am.
It's not that I don't like having friends or making friends, it's just that I am a combination of:
1) not very sympathetic/sensitive to people
2) not a bend-over backwards nice guy (in fact… if you said I was a jerk, I wouldn't blame you)
3) somewhat introverted
In fact, when it comes to friends, the fewer the better, I (selfishly) think because then I can spend time with the few that I have and still have time leftover for, well, me.
If you've read this far, you're probably disgusted that you know me or, if you don't know me, disgusted that I exist. Or, perhaps, you realize that 159 words don't really give a full picture of anyone because it's the internet.
In any case, I read this:
http://diveintomark.org/archives/2010/05/28/of-course
and loved it. For all my connectedness (or disconnectedness) with the internet, nothing can replace those friends that I have who I don't need Twitter, Facebook, email, Skype, telephone, post, pigeons, or ESP to know and love. Not that these things are bad; in fact, they are helpful in keeping me connected. But there's something reassuring and rare about friends that I've made that don't need these things to stay in touch, and that makes me thankful for old friends.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Hot Chocolate
I love hot chocolate. I love it so much that I had briefly considered marrying it. I'm glad I didn't but I still love it: I am lactose intolerant, yet I will gladly drink a high-quality hot chocolate without my milk pills just to enjoy that smooth, slightly bitter chocolaty goodness. The weird thing is that chocolate's not even my favorite flavor. I think my favorite flavor is burrito. Hrm. I should think about that.
I remember trying to create a chocolate soda by mixing some cocoa powder in a Coke. I got a really bad stomachache after that. This reminds me that I need to write about a chocolate soda I found here (short version: it sucked).
What I'm really trying to say is that this article:
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/12/23/DDQF1GQK90.DTL
makes me want to go to San Francisco right now. Except it's 2:09 am and I should be sleeping instead of blogging and writing emails about relationships.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Writing
I started blogging a long time ago. Not like four years ago. I mean like 1999. It started with making a web page. In those days, web pages consisted of <html> and <strong> and <p>. If you got fancy you tried to use <img> with an image of an envelope orbiting the earth. If you were cool you had some sort of black background and you used a lot of green text. We started web page for Saddam Hussein, who wanted to be a professional wrestler. I remember laughing so hard. Those were the days.
Before blogging was called blogging, I began updating a website about how frustrated I was in lab. I'd complain about how I shorted my board. I lamented my lameness in wrapping wires on a breadboard. It sounds lame, but it was pretty fun. And by 'fun' I mean cathartic.
I do like to write, but I rarely update. Part of it can be attributed to my busyness: I've got school, some leadership responsibilities, hanging out with new friends, work. But if I'm honest, a big piece of not writing comes from being vain. I'll write and write, re-read, edit, rewrite… The end of that process usually yields a paragraph or so. I'll read it once more and decide that it is insufficient in showing the world how awesome I am.
But maybe that's the lesson: I'm not that awesome. I am a missed comma, a misspelling, a clichéd phrase. I am confused about capitalizing Chinese (or is it 'chinese'? I mean it's the name of language right?) I am superficial and unwitty. I lack deep significance and am unable to improve the lives of people who read this. I repeat myself over and over and sometimes I say the same things more than once.
So those two things, busyness and vanity, are what contribute to the dearth of posts. This isn't a piece about wanting to write more, though I do want to write more. I write a ton: I write agendas, party plans, minutes, newsletters, customer service replies. It's different to write in this space, because I'm not responding to some obligation. Instead of wanting to write more, though, I'm finding that I'm desiring to write freely.
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