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I'm Sam, 31, I live close to DC. I like arty stuff, pop culture, good food. I wish I had more time to read. I wish I traveled more. I need to drink more wine. I don't get to listen to enough music. I'm trying to catch up.Some amateurish pictures I've taken myself are here .
Collecting interesting articles here .
I rarely get personal.
But I like email (probably a generational thing): sam88mph at gmail
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Days like this, I wish I was at home, napping with my dog in the sun.
…being responsible, dependable and financially stable are all desirable qualities - instead of the liabilities they used to be.
Doesn’t make up for the hair loss and back pain, but it’s something.
Where she tells me about her new girlfriend. Wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
I thought the chest pains were from my broken heart. My doctor decided it was heartburn. I hate to admit it, but the Zantac worked.
Lately I find myself drawn more and more to intellectual fields that are well outside of my own personal experiences and skill-set. Especially art, but also economics, psychology, even medicine - I’m fascinated not only by the ideas and concepts, but the logistics: how do you write a book, work an ER shift, do research for a paper, put together pieces for an exhibit… I’m lived too long in the world of Engineering (shh, don’t tell anyone!), and while I love what I do for a living, I need to see more. Maybe I’m bored, or looking for distraction. Or maybe this is real growth. Maybe this is why I’m hooked on tumblr. If only it would translate over more into my real life.
Austin Grossman, Soon I Will Be Invincible
(I enjoyed this book, but thought Dr Horrible covered a lot of the same ground in a much more effective way)
… that’s the last stage of a break-up, right? Denial->Bargaining->Acceptance->Hatred… right?
“So… what’s she like?” She was looking straight ahead, avoiding eye contact. But her tone was playful.
“What is she like? Well, you met her, you tell me.” I still wasn’t sure how much I wanted to reveal.
“She’s pretty. Really pretty.” She was looking at me now, smiling.
“Yeah, she is. She reminds me of a girl I had a crush on in college.” I paused. “But I don’t know. It feels like we don’t have a whole lot in common. I find myself hesitating. Hesitating to be myself around her.”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah. It’s chemistry. When it’s there, it’s like you’re completely in sync with someone, like everything is perfect. She just may not be that person.” She looked away again, towards the counter in front of us. “You and I - we were like that. Sorry she’s not cool like me.”
She laughed and started walking ahead of me.
Yeah, I thought. She’s not a liar like you either.
…by issuing a prescription for a powerful narcotic for humans, instead of the canine antibiotic that he needed.
Getting over my initial outburst of rage was easy (in retrospect). A few licks, a few tail wags, and all is well.
New personal record!
Just my luck - this is going to happen right after I come back from NY.
“Here’s a test: let’s say a meeting, originally scheduled for Wednesday, has been moved forward two days. What is the new day of the meeting? If you think it’s Friday, you imagine time as something you move through. If you think it’s Monday, you think of time as something that passes by you.”
I chose Friday. The conclusion of the later parts of the study (linking the choice to anger), isn’t nearly as interesting as the original question itself… but maybe that’s because I’m an angry person.
