It was pleasantly surprising to step outside this morning and find that it was so warm. The high today is supposed to be above freezing!
I got a response to my ad today from a guy whose goes by the handle "chicagodood":
Hey, my little sisters galfri end wants to chat with you but I wont let her send from my account I just wanted to make sure that you knew that I am not a fag or anything trying to contact you. haha. Anyways, She is a hot little piece of as though, I must admit. I don't have any chance at all since she is my sisters friend. She wanted me to pass this along to you. Said to write her there anytime. sodarnfine81 at yahoo. Good luck man! When the time comes, make sure to hit me up and give me all of the details. haha.
Oh yeah, I'm all over that.
I went to meet with a few godless heathens like myself last night. We were to meet at the Victor Allen's on University but it was closed. So I hung around a bit to see if anyone else showed up so we could head to an alternate location. Our new organizer, Crystal, was soon to be found standing out in front of the dark cafe. So I got out of my car and introduced myself. We chatted for a while before a few others showed up as well. We decided to go to the Thai restaurant just down the strip.
I'd met Kelly before but Crystal and the other two guys that made it were all there for the first time. Over hot tea and food, we went through the introductory motions. Crystal is a grad student studying trees. Ben in a chemistry grad student. Matthew(?) had a degree in bio-chemistry, I think, but was working with computers at Epic. Kelly has a Masters in physics and is an engineer. Quite an educated bunch of godless folk. Sipping at tea, we talked about where we're from and what we were going to do for the upcoming Xtian holiday. Kelly gave a spiel on a similar group that meets at the Unitarian church on University. Crystal asked about our family backgrounds and whether or not our families knew that we were unbelievers. For her part, she hadn't broached the subject and was scared to do so. What a shame. Perhaps I am in the minority. Perhaps a large number of atheists have religious families that do or would heap endless amounts of grief upon them for their lack of faith.
Along these same lines, my mother called me earlier this week. When I told her that I was reading The Life of Pi and about its thematic content, she was shocked that I might be "spiritual". Honestly, I'm not sure what means to be spiritual. I am godless yet I am engaged with the human condition. Does that count?
There's an article in today's NYT about the Salon du Chocolat. It's a 5-day affair in Paris that involves lots of choclate consumption as well as presentations such as "The Role of Soil in the Gustatory Expression of Terroir". Oh, that's just capital. In other culinary news, it looks like PollackFest '04 is on for this Saturday. I'm trying to get a hold of The Pollack to get the details but no luck so far. Hopefully Mr. Z will be there to give him a lot of crap.
Normally it's easy to tell what mood I'm in by the music I listen to. If I'm listening to Neil Young or Jay Farrar/Son Volt, I'm probably in a state of melancholy. If The Wall, The Final Cut or Roger Waters solo albums are in my CD player, then I'm manic depressive. If I'm happy, I'll probably listen to some Genesis or Jethro Tull, excepting Minstrel in the Gallery and The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway. If I'm ecstatically joyful, then I'll probably put on some blues.
Lately it's been virtually nothing but IQ. "Born Brilliant" is playing now.
deceptive and a fraud,
don’t need to keep attention,
I hate to be ignored,
the soul of no discretion,
belligerent, won’t think outside the box,
I’m critical and careless,
my open mind is shut and firmly locked
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