Sunday, January 30, 2005

To begin...

1/30/2005

What to say in a first blog... Well, "blog" reminds me of
"glob" which is what one of my first math teachers used to
refer to anything unknown, usually part of a picture.
"There is an edge between 'x' and 'glob' he would say. But
he'd write GLOB so it kind of scared
you. Like it was some kind of monster from the deep.
How personal do you get on blogs? I guess you walk the
fine line between expression/catharsis and having
friends/family/ex-girlfriends reconsider their relationships
with you. I've always wondered what it would be like if
everyone were totally and brutally honest with each other.
My guess is that some of us would get tougher skin sooner
and be oblivious (or perhaps impregnable) to assault, and
that others would be able to process the criticism and
improve much faster than through the circuitous routes we
take today. I just found out today that an ex-girlfriend
thinks most of my pants are too tight. Damn it, she's
right! I might have learned this in 3rd grade...
I'm trying to design a decent website, after being humbled
by that of my classmate Tom 7 . I know I
can't compete with his web virtuosity, but he's certainly an
inspiration. I'm lucky enough to have a web-stud friend who
helps me via copious email correspondence. Hopefully the
folks at CMU will invite her to be a member of our
scholarly/creatively/innovatively studly department .
I went to a yoga workshop today entitled "Designing Your
Home Practice". It's absurdly difficult for me to practice
outside of yoga class, but this class gave me inspiration.
Mostly because all the other students there were having a
hard time too. I have extra incentive, seeing I have a
100 inch
(sic!) yoga mat. This is the Ferrari
of yoga mats. I (6'3") can lie on my back with my arms
extended over my head and still fit completely on the mat.
Yay!

"The older I grow and the more I abandon myself to God's
will, the less I value intelligence that wants to know and
will that wants to do; and as the only element of salvation
I recognize faith, which can wait patiently, without asking
too many questions."
-- Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose