Asymptomatic

There must be intelligent life down here

Understanding People
May 31, 2005

I have met a few people that I have been sadly unable to classify or fit wholly into my worldview. It comes as more of a surprise that these people are people that I’ve known for a long time; long enough in some cases to think I know them well.

I find myself wondering why certain people under certain circumstances seem ingenuine. for example, when confronted with someone else’s hardship, one of these people might spill out condolences in a fountain of sympathy that even the recipient feels is unneccessary. It’s almost embarassing.

Fallen Tree
May 30, 2005

I moved into the house I’m living in now when I was 10. It was my parent’s house then, and it’s mine now, but regardless of whose house it was, a huge tree in my neighbor’s yard has provided shade on my home and yard for all that time. Until Saturday.

Changes Beginning
May 29, 2005

Now you may vaguely notice the change. If you haven’t noticed the change, then Welcome! If you have noticed the change, then what I’m curious about is if you would come back to read more or whether that’s all you were here for. Either way, I hope you stick around a while longer. Photos of the tree (or lack thereof) are imminent today.

There is more change yet to come, even if I have to dig it out slowly with a wooden spoon.

Mulling a Conclusion
May 28, 2005

I started thinking about this earlier this morning when checking email and found a few curious things that had come over the wire. And I did more thinking about it this evening after watching Star Wars Episode III for the second time, first time in the theater - wondering whether I should be spending more time doing things like that.

Whether it’s for certain or not, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll change my mind tomorrow. Heaven knows that in my free time I haven’t been able to think of anything but this for a few months, and over the past two or three weeks it’s gotten much worse. I told Berta last night at an ultra-rare child-free dinner that I was sorry that I had nothing else to talk to her about because my life had become so consumed by it.