Asymptomatic

Some overexposed photos of people drawing things with sparklers.

Oh, but you can’t tickle yourself.

School tonight is our first real memorized rehersal of our lines from our first scene.

I should probably have had Berta run though it with me, but… I don’t know. This particular scene feels funny.

I’ve listened to a few podcasts over the past few days, and they’ve all left me with a “bleh” feeling. The ones that seem to be popular all fit a certain mold. You either have a couple of guys yapping about technology, or a guy and his girlfriend talking about nothing anyone cares about.

Brian had always said that he has no interest in blogs, since he really doesn’t care to know what some random person he’s never met has to say about what he ate for lunch that day. I’ve since been trying to stick to issues that are not lunch-related in posting here. For example, I would only tell you about the ham and cheese sandwich I had for lunch if there was some other story around the ham and cheese sandwich that might be of interest. Because really, ham and cheese is not all that interesting to me.

But these podcasts, I don’t know. They start with a pretty firm idea, but then they roll off on tangents so wild that I wonder if their presenters really have a care for their audience. It’s a strange thing, putting the microphone in the hands of the people. Sure, you get a raw feed of the people, but it’s often so raw that it’s worthless. I think it’s for the same reason why you see a lot of girls flash for handheld video camera - the magic of being in front of the camera loosens clothing like it loosens the lips of podcasters.

As I mentioned on Friday, I had cooked up a scheme to win a medal in a yearly race that I have not trained for nor had any real interest in prior to learning of it on Friday. And so yesterday, I got up at 5am, showered, and walked up town to register for the 5k America Walk at Good Neighbor Day.

I was understandably groggy in the dim light of 5am, and didn't make it out of the house until 5:45. The park where the race starts is in teh middle of town, so I really had to move to get there. I took my GPS with me and kept track of my pace, which was about 4.0 miles per hour. I arrived at the registration tent at 6am.