i, robot

I sent that bastard Chris Beth an email three days ago and I haven't heard boo from him yet. See if I ever say "fuzzy p-e-n-e-s-s" to him again. I've caught up with him, AK, and Phil in the past week and told them all that I've decided. And each one seems to be encouraged by the life decisions we've making out here.

Sarah said something to me today about how when she spoke to people that knew me, they always knew that I had played music, but that they were slightly confused by the whole physics thing. (Even more confusing is the grain of rice I just found in my glass of cabernet sauvignon, but nevermind that.) I just (right now) had the realization that I have never connected with anyone regarding physics. Shit. What's that all about? I've been doing this stuff for how long? The entire time I was studying it as an undergrad, I thought I had a scoop on my professors because I was always open to the possibility that there might be more going on than just a bunch of equations. Can we really manifest our own lives? Would that parking spot really havre been there if I hadn't thought about it so much? Any of that airy-fairy stuff is almost by definition non-falsifiable. It's almost like science addresses only that part of the universe that we cannot control, but that there might exist a realm in which we really *do* create our lives, where we really can just imagine something as being and it comes to pass in such a way that the laws of physics aren't violated. Or something...

I had the best experience today with headphones. It started with a bad headphone experience. Sarah and I have started going to a gym. I was on the elliptical machine with the iPod and these headphones that look really cool and go right in your ear. The entire time they kept falling out and I couldn't hear a goddam thing. Whatever. I kept myself entertained by barely hearing Faith No More, Smashing Pumpkins, and The Smiths and by watching the closed captioning on the TV in front of me. Later on during the day I got to wear Sarah's super-duper kickass Bose headphones around town and Oh-My-Freaking-God do they sound so amazing. They're big and make me look like I've got that whole Princess Leia thing going on, but Jesus do they sound amazing. (In fact, they sound so good that I'm putting the damn things on right now!! Ahhhh... Stevie, I love ya...) So I duffed around Davis, California, wearing these Princess Leia headphones on and listening to George Michael and, my god, it was great. The headphones actually cancel out noise from the outside world so 99.99% of all you hear is what you are supposed to. I didn't even care that I stood in line for fifteen minutes only to find out that the credit union wouldn't do sharebranching on Saturday. (We're still banking with the credit union in Portland.) I went to pick up lunch at the Himalayan place and couldn't care less that it wasn't ready that I got there because I got to listen to "I Want Your Sex". Life don't get much better... Okay, maybe that's a little crazy, but you get my point. I hope.

No stereo can ever truly substitute for the listening experience that comes from wearing headphones. There is no better way to absorb music so completely. You can pick out the individual position of different instruments to within inches. Nothing quite compares. I wonder how many people have really experienced music through headphones. Jesus. (How much can a person really say about it?)

How bizarre. I don't know exactly how I did it, but I just had this flashback to living in Boston. Winter. Totally cold, walking to work at Starbucks on Harvard Avenue in Brookline and listening to Stevie Wonder as I walked there. I don't remember having a a CD player so I'm curoious as to how I listened to it exactly. No matter. One of my favorite Stevie songs at that time was "Livin' For The City". There was that one part that would get stuck in my head for days. The nonsense syllable part that was basically the chorus. I thing I actually sang it out loud while I was walking down the street, so long as there was no one around. Or maybe I didn't actually have a portable music player. I could very well just have sung the entire song to myself. I kind of muss riding the T. That was fun.

I don't remember Chris Beth ever coming to visit me while I was in Boston. What's up with that? How did that happen? Weird. I imagine he was at Maine Maritime Academy at that time. He would have been in his second year of college there. Had he met Flood yet? Don't know. Can you believe it was nine years ago? Holy freaking moly.

Why "I. Robot" you might ask? Sarah, Xander, Z and I just finished watching it. I don't know. I didn't think of anything better to write as the subject. But just in case you are wondering, my foot *is* asleep.
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Boston. Jim and Helena. Holy shit what happened to them? Jim is in the Marines. The last time I talked to Mike Dilios he said that Jim wanted to teach history. Kudos to him. Helena remarried. She lives in Bath. She has a house and another kid named Xavier. I hope she is happy.

AND THEY ARE ALL SUCKERS BECAUSE THEY LIVE IN PLACES WHERE IT GETS COLD IN WINTER! HA!! SUCKERS!!

California is so weird. How the hell did I get here? And how is it that I don't have to scrape off my windshield in the morning? Why is it that I don't have to shovel snow? Why? Because I live in Californina! HA!

This is kind of random, but did you know that Shay (used to be Dubar but married Matt) Bellas owns a professional women's football team? How funny is that? If you don't believe me, look here.

Okay. I've had it.