I’ve always said the Canadians and the French are the two most insecure groups of people on the planet. I’ve decided that I’ll have to add soccer fans to the list. Don’t ever say anything remotely derogatory around a soccer fan. They won’t hurt you, but you’ll want to kill yourself after listening to them bitch about how you just don’t understand soccer, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Also, don’t ever accidentally bump into a soccer fan, because they might fall down and writhe around in pain like you just shot them with a crossbow. Monkey see, monkey do.
I’m almost halfway through my summer and I’m already horribly dropping the the ball on my summer resolutions, which include: brushing up on my piano skills (but I barely had any to begin with), brushing up on my french, and going to open mics at least twice a month (to those of you in Boston I’ll be at Grandma’s Basement on thursday). Oh well.
They really ought to give us our grades before they make us register for next year’s classes. I guess I should just chalk that up to the “makes too much sense” law.
My wife is finally on Twitter. Follow her: @tyrableek. Also, seriously, I really wanna eat. If you know someone who needs a wedding or portrait photographer (senior pics, family photos!), then please tell them about my wife. She’s actually quite good. TyraBleek.com
I’m enjoying being able to read for pleasure again. I’ve already caught up on my back issues of the New Yorker and have read Into Thin Air, and The Happiness Project, which was good, but not great. I’m just about done with The Fountainhead. Next I’ll be reading Predictibly Irrational, Eating the Dinosaur, Born Standing Up, Celebration of Discipline, and something by N.T. Wright. I also hope to re-read Fooled by Randomness. I never re-read books; it was just that good. I impore you to add it to your summer reading list. You may have heard of the author’s more popular book, The Black Swan, but Fooled by Randomness is the superior book.
I was wearing this shirt in the Cambridgside mall the other day, which says, “Theologians think it through.” I noticed a lady staring at it as I was riding up the escalator (she was riding down opposite me). As we passed, she said, “Ehh, that’s not really right, they believe something,” as she pointed to her head. Lady, from one stranger to another, thanks for setting me straight.
Ryan Bleek
