Tyland
My all-asian Fall League team, Tyland: final record, 3-1 at the tournament, after a 2-0 regular season (give or take 10 or so forfeits due to attendance). Still the most fun city league team I’ve ever played on.
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Big Red
The cute, short-haired girl behind the table at my local farmer’s market shot me a quizzical look as I perused her samples. She pointed at my shirt and sheepishly asked, “What does that mean? Lie-ko-what?”
Lycopersicum esculentum.
“Huh? What’s that?”
It’s the, um, scientific name for the tomato.
“Oh,” she said. “That’s cool. Where did you… where’d you get that shirt?”
I work at the Field Museum, and I guess we kind of get these for free, every now and then.
“Wow, that’s pretty cool.”
This would be a neat story, perhaps an illustrative moment that marked the tentative, awkward start of a lasting friendship, that she was charmed by my quirky nerdiness and I was taken by her inquisitiveness, except that as I paid for my goods and walked away I couldn’t help but be a bit unsure as to how somebody who worked for an organic tomato farm and salsa cannery could be in the slightest way confused by my shirt.
Happy Halloween
Every now and then, I remember why my job is awesome.
Oh, That’s Right.
I played ultimate for the first time in almost three months.
It was glorious. I remembered why I loved, and still love, to do this.
Untitled
Remember how you used to tell me how riding your bike was your favorite way to clear your head?
“Yeah.”
Well, I tried that a bunch of times, these last couple months. It never works.
“What do mean?”
Makes it worse. Think more. End up thinking so much, sometimes I argue with myself on the ride. Me, the crazy guy on an orange bike, talking to myself.
“That’s pretty funny, Dave.”
Yeah, the opposite of clearing my head.
“Well, I kind of meant—it gave me a lot of time to think things through. You can just ride and ride and its just you and your thoughts for a while. I mean, you can concentrate, think and then it’s done, and you can stop thinking.”
Huh. Never thought of it that way. Didn’t seem to work like that for me. I’d just end up thinking some more, afterwards.
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“You and me, we’re just both thinkers.”
Huh?
“We both really need to understand the reasons why things are, and we both think things over thoroughly until we know for sure.”
You know, you’re right, but—but it was pretty much a huge source of trouble for me with her, though. It would’ve been a lot easier to not think, ever.
“Yeah, but that’s just who you are. You can’t help being who you are.”
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