I am hazard

This past year, I've done probably 25% of my eating while driving. I call it efficiency.

I've concluded that eating while driving is definitely more dangerous than talking on a cellphone. I can name three occasions off the top of my head when eating put me relatively close to an accident - far more so than talking on my phone ever did -

1. A burrito exploded on my lap
2. A bowl of ramen burned my tongue
3. Donut glaze crumbled all over me

What's the basis for outlawing things while driving? I don't really think it's the most distracting thing. Food is so volatile and varies in shape and form, while people on phones are mostly static in their use. I'm just surprised in hindsight that eating is still allowed... though quite thankful.

Change of plans

I've always maintained that if/when I have kids, I would want sons. First-born? Male. Second-born? Another male, so he can have a playmate and foster a healthy sense of competition and drive. Third-born? Not going to be an issue.
(I'd want to top out at 2 children for 2 main reasons -
1. I wouldn't want me and my baby mama to be outnumbered
2. I wouldn't want to drive a minivan. See: Turk. )


And then when they come of age, I would in no particular order:
-teach them how to play sports
-coach their soccer teams
-talk to them about girls and how there are plenty of fish in the sea
-awkwardly tell them about the birds and the bees
-drink beer with them
-show them how to be strong yet sensitive
-take him backpacking and camping
-watch basketball together
-demonstrate lessons with tough love
-other masculine things

But today I realized that there are things that are associated with daughters, and just women in general that I might find more endearing and useful in my elder years - namely a far stronger emotional connection to their parents, which I can already see manifesting in many of my friends. Maybe continuing my family line and producing an heir become secondary later on. It's much easier to imagine a daughter caring for her sick father than a son.

A simple comparison of overall utility - daughters will be more useful and involved than a son would be, especially with my mix of Asian (communal, yet distant and respectful relationship to parents) and Western (individualistic) cultures. Also she can join girl scouts so we can get hellza cookies.

ROD BENSON!!

Me: Hey! Rod Benson, right? Mind if we get a picture?
Rod: Sure thing, man.
Me: Damn, how the hell are you so sweaty?
Rod: I think the real question is how the hell are you NOT?
Me: Fair enough. Thanks for the picture!
Proceed to awkward high-five/handshake from someone that's 6'10.

Excellent.

That was underwhelming.

I finally figured out the word I've been racking my brain for for the past 3 days.

Labradoodle.

George Gray

This poem is told from a dead man's perspective, in reflection on his life. In surrounding yourself with only comfort and familiarity and avoiding risk, pain and adventure, you miss out on the things that give life meaning.

Abstract: Make mistakes. Be uncomfortable. Expand your horizons. Live life!

George Gray

By: Edgar Lee Masters

I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me –
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire –
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.