What a busy week I'm having. Shock! Is this what it's like to have your schedule packed? I can't handle it. Normal people are superhuman. I can barely stay awake for six consecutive hours. This is going to be a huge problem in New York. Can someone install nap rooms or something in the city? I've read that Tokyo has these. Tiny sleeping cubicles that you can rent out for a mid-day nap. This is something we need to transfer over right away.
By busy I mean I've had two fantasy football drafts, a few friends popping in, Georgmeer here in San Diego, a last run of going to look at people's computers and giving them important music, and minor work messes to sort out. Plus I've picked up a spare project here or there -- btw I'm starting a web/blog design company, spread the word -- and I've been writing on deadline. The last thing sprung out of nowhere and in the span of a few days I went from writing purgatory to cranking out lots of words. What this has taught me is that I'm pretty sure I'm only motivated by deadlines. All those writers who write because they just have to do it, otherwise they'd shrivel up and die inside, those people are true writers. I only write when external pressures come calling.
"Write for yourself." Possibly overrated.
Also our cousin (and aunt) are here for a squash tournament, and she's usurped George's room. Early bird gets the comfy bed I guess. My cousin is gonna be a senior and will be using squash to leverage her way into her preferred college. I've noticed that people will talk to my cousin for a good ten minutes before rewinding to say they don't actually know what squash is. For the record, it's like racquetball but predominantly played by old Jewish people. It's the sport of the Upper East Side.
I've been reading over T's practice ACT writing bits and trying to help her improve them. The classic 1-3-1 school essay -- thesis, three points, conclusion -- really does a tremendous disservice to learning to actually write. It just makes writing so formulaic and boring. No wonder most people hate writing essays. It's entirely pointless within the confines of 1-3-1. It just becomes Mad Libs, or math. There has to be a better way to show that you "get" something.
A good friend of ours got surprise engaged over the weekend and he announced it over GroupMe. No phone call, no text, no email. GroupMe. For a group of close friends, we're all incredibly secretive about dating situations. I don't know if this is something abnormal or if most people just like to keep their shit private.
I'm pretty sure George and I are part of the root cause of our group's ____ mentality. We love secrets way too much and have a penchant for gossiping. Everybody's business is our business. That's like the family motto. However, this means people are reluctant to divulge things to the group as a whole and nobody actually knows anything except through guessing and hearsay. So when someone is about to pop a question -- or in this case, the question -- we find out after the fact and not before. It's like people don't trust each other or something. Cheers, to friendship!
You would think someone would have asked me for my pre-engagement advice by now. But no, they have not. Not one single person. Even some of my bestest friends. "Hey Jon, I'm about to marry so and so, what do you think?" Although perhaps their not asking me proves their wisdom.
When I told my friend about this sudden engagement, she asked if the couple was happy. I hadn't even considered that. I mean, is that even relevant anymore? Who knows if anyone is happy? Just say yes to the dress.
In other news, I spent a Monday morning driving around San Diego, helping JMZ sell off his beloved BMW M3. It's been sitting in our garage for a few months and nobody is around to drive it. The guy who came to look at it loved it from the jump, and the buddy he brought along was a huge BMW geek. They wanted to get matching M3s and he'd been looking for one in good condition for months.
Riding in the back, cruising up and down the freeway to get the carburetor warmed up, I spent a lot of time listening to their conversation about every aspect of the car. Having never participated in a used car purchase before, I realized that I'd likely be swindled pretty easily. When dealing with things that cost thousands of dollars, it's best to have some skepticism. This guy though, he was a super stand up guy and he and this car belonged together. Plus, as we discovered, him and JMZ had the same birthday. It had to be fate.
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