Question of the Day

"Is it possible to love someone too much?" -- Ryan Adams

Question of the Day

If an ambulance (w/ sirens on) collides w/ your car while driving through an intersection, would the EMTs stop to help you, or continue on to their destination? I almost found out yesterday on my way to work.

Question of the Day

If you're married, what song was playing when your wedding party entered the reception? What song played during your first dance as spouse/spouse (tryin to be PC here). If you're not yet married, what songs do you want?

Question of the Day

What's the greatest place you've ever lived, and what made it so memorable?

Things I Suck At

Around Thanksgiving, I fell into a reflective mindset and blogged about what I do well. Now that it's a windy, rainy mid-winter day in Boston, I'm ready to discuss what I do poorly.

Multi-tasking- My boss said I have the opposite of ADD, in that I focus solely on one project and totally neglect everything else. This has occurred since I was a child, when I'd refuse to eat dinner until I'd finished constructing my latest lego spaceship. I don't think being focused on one task is always a bad thing, unless you're hooking up w/ two girls at the same time.

Snapping My Fingers- I can't do it, OK? Next!

Bagging Groceries- While at Trader Joe's the other day, I realized my bagging skills are atrocious. I always put too much in one bag, forget to double bag, or put eggs on the bottom. I tend to get very disoriented whenever I'm in a large store or different country. I'm really good at keeping raw meat separate from other groceries, though. E. Coli can be a bitch.

Reading Signals- No, I'm not talking about air traffic control. Seriously, I need a girl to flat-out tell me, "No, I'm not interested in you" or "You're too tall and I think you smell funny." Ladies, please understand most men would much prefer you to say, "I'm just not into you."

A basement? Who knows?

I spent five days in San Antonio and I never even attempted to see the Alamo. I saw the riverwalk, the convention center and Market Square, but no Alamo. I can’t say that I really care. I think.
Last night I thought about what I would tell people who asked, “Did you see the Alamo?” Inevitably someone would (and several have). While it doesn’t bother me that I didn’t see it, I do wonder if I will ever be given the chance to see it again. Will I ever go back to San Antonio? Do I care if I ever go back to San Antonio? Not really.
But do you ever wonder, as you stand in a certain place in a certain time, will I ever be here again? It doesn’t matter if it’s a good place or a bad place, or whether it envokes a good feeling or bad one. It's all the same. Our experiences in life are all so short, so finite.
There’s my deep thought for the day. That’s what happens when you eat much Mexican food.