"Life comes in phases, take the good with the bad."
"Sometimes life, it seems to stall, but never be ungrateful, y'all."
A couple of quotes from songs by the Beastie Boys, arguably my favorite music group due to their playful humor, diversity of musical genres, and occasional bits of wisdom (such as the above) to be found as nuggets throughout their songs.
Anyone who's been keeping up with me lately knows that there has been a decent amount of negativity in my life lately, much of it admittedly brought on by myself. Hey, I never said I was perfect, and just as every single one of us (unless you're God) must do, there's always room for improvement and making progress.
And speaking of making progress, I was hired today to join a project at the Philadelphia offices of one of the 15 largest law firms in the world. I interviewed with one of their associates just yesterday, and today I got the good news that they want me on-board. Of course I said yes. As is the nature of these projects, there will be an end date. But that's not a bad thing by any measure. In emotional terms, it gives me some purpose on a day-to-day basis, and brings me into daily contact with other people; perhaps I'll even make some new friends. In financial terms, of course I'll be earning more by working than what I'd been receiving in unemployment benefits (as not insignificant as they - surprisingly - were), and even better than that I'll be making even more than I was making at the end of my last project. Looking at the bigger picture, though, the greatest benefit to this project is that it takes the edge off of the urgent pressure to fulfill one of my top two pre-eminent new year's resolutions: to begin a career track (the other resolution being to be a better communicator, as that has hurt too many people, including myself). Don't get me wrong, even though I got this job, there will continue to be a certain steady determination to begin a career track. I already have a good idea as to what I would like to pursue, i.e. where my unique skills and personality traits best suit me to work. At the superstititious risk of jinxing myself, though, I'll keep these dreams and aspirations in reserve until I at least begin to make more substantive progress in real, material terms to achieving those goals. As with any true resolution, I know that I have to consciously focus on making progress toward fulfilling the objective that the resolution represents.
Anyway, I'm here at Good Karma cafe, typing these very words, and hoping that I can begin to soak up some good karma. As I wrote in an email to my friend, Lisa, in Dubai, earlier this evening: the Eagles are feeding off of the cautious optimism of the city of Philadelphia, an optimism that is no longer dulled by cynicism as it was in the past, due to the Phillies' breaking the championship ice just a few months ago. The cynical, self-defeating edge to past optimism has been largely defused by the Phillies, so now there's just the good energy of truly "believing". Let's all root for the Eagles, and for the growth of that positivity in the city of brotherly love. E-A-G-L-E-S, go Eagles!!! And may we all turn the page to a positive, happy and healthy new year.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
6.2 earthquake in Costa Rica
Just this past Thursday, a 6.2 earthquake struck Costa Rica. The epicenter was located 10 kilometers east of Volcan Poas. My Tia Tere lives just a few miles from Poas. Fortunately I received an email from my cousin Yorlen yesterday saying that they had spoken with Tia Tere, and although there was a lot of structural damage to the homes and buildings where she lives, everyone was safe and sound, thank God. Yorlen said that in San Jose, the capital city (where she lives), the earthquake felt strong and lasted a long time.
Last time I checked on the website of La Nacion, there are at least 15 dead and over 100 people missing as a result of the earthquake. Several people, including a couple of tourists, died at a waterfall: Catarata La Paz. Last time I was in Costa Rica, in August 2007, we drove past that waterfall through some really treacherously winding roads through the mountains of la Cordillera Central. I can only try to imagine what it must have been like to be there at the time of a strong earthquake; the roads are scary enough when the ground is still.
In fact, here's a photo of my Tia Sula standing in front of Catarata La Paz, August 2007:
Please keep the people of Costa Rica in your prayers; may God save those who are missing, pray that they are found alive.
Last time I checked on the website of La Nacion, there are at least 15 dead and over 100 people missing as a result of the earthquake. Several people, including a couple of tourists, died at a waterfall: Catarata La Paz. Last time I was in Costa Rica, in August 2007, we drove past that waterfall through some really treacherously winding roads through the mountains of la Cordillera Central. I can only try to imagine what it must have been like to be there at the time of a strong earthquake; the roads are scary enough when the ground is still.
In fact, here's a photo of my Tia Sula standing in front of Catarata La Paz, August 2007:
Please keep the people of Costa Rica in your prayers; may God save those who are missing, pray that they are found alive.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Books and quotations
I'm reading the book Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein. I'm almost halfway done right now. It's not a particularly well-written book, if compared to Hemingway or Baldwin or Morrison or Dos Passos or numerous other well-acclaimed authors. But the book is serving its purpose. There is a suspenseful plot that keeps me turning the pages and it's a nice escape from everyday life. After recently reading a heavy history book, this is exactly what the doctor ordered.
I'm not too sure yet what I want to read next. Not that I have to decide for about another week, but right now I'm leaning toward either non-fiction regarding immigration issues, or some philosophy by Marcuse, or more likely than not, another good fiction work, probably a classic, like something by Cather. We'll see; I'll keep you posted.
Now, some random quotations from books that I've previously read:
"I think that humans are the products of struggles and difficulties, that problems gradually mold a person in the same way that a lathe shapes a piece of material -- in this case, the matter and spirit of a human being." -- Fidel Castro, Fidel: My Early Years
"When do we say that a man has put his life in order? It is when he has achieved an understanding of his life and conformed his conduct to what he believes to be true." -- Albert Camus, Between Hell and Reason: Essays from the Resistance Newspaper Combat, 1944-1947
"don't try to cloud my healthy eye with your melancholy breath!" -- Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
"Each of us must be tempered in some fire. Nobody had more to do with choosing the fire that tempered me than myself, and instead of finding fault with the fire I give thanks that I had the metal to take the temper and hold it." -- Jack Black, You Can't Win
"Man lives only to learn. And if he learns it is because that is the nature of his lot, for good or bad." -- Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge
I'm not too sure yet what I want to read next. Not that I have to decide for about another week, but right now I'm leaning toward either non-fiction regarding immigration issues, or some philosophy by Marcuse, or more likely than not, another good fiction work, probably a classic, like something by Cather. We'll see; I'll keep you posted.
Now, some random quotations from books that I've previously read:
"I think that humans are the products of struggles and difficulties, that problems gradually mold a person in the same way that a lathe shapes a piece of material -- in this case, the matter and spirit of a human being." -- Fidel Castro, Fidel: My Early Years
"When do we say that a man has put his life in order? It is when he has achieved an understanding of his life and conformed his conduct to what he believes to be true." -- Albert Camus, Between Hell and Reason: Essays from the Resistance Newspaper Combat, 1944-1947
"don't try to cloud my healthy eye with your melancholy breath!" -- Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
"Each of us must be tempered in some fire. Nobody had more to do with choosing the fire that tempered me than myself, and instead of finding fault with the fire I give thanks that I had the metal to take the temper and hold it." -- Jack Black, You Can't Win
"Man lives only to learn. And if he learns it is because that is the nature of his lot, for good or bad." -- Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge
Ridiculous
Reality television can really suck you in because there's always a lot of drama. But usually after watching a couple episodes in a row, you feel dumber for having watched it. That's how this whole situation has become. This is my last post on this topic, because it has gotten past the point of ridiculous.
To lie: to make a statement that one knows is false, esp. with intent to deceive. Keep this definition, straight from Webster's Dictionary, in mind as you read the following.
From the time I met Diana until I returned from my trip, I made statements based on how I felt at the time: Diana was a fun girl, she showed me a lot of attention, and we seemed to have a connection. I emailed her every single day during my trip to southeast Asia. Did I have to do that? Not at all. As the cliche goes, actions speak louder than words. During a trip to the other side of the world, where every minute of my time was precious, where I could be doing plenty of other things, every single day I emailed Diana. And not only that, but I called her on the telephone from southeast Asia more than I called my own family. Don't anyone dare call me a liar.
From the moment I met Diana until well past my birthday into mid-December, I did not kiss another girl, I did not so much as touch another girl. Again, actions speak louder than words. I respected and cared for Diana so much that I remained faithful to her for every minute of our undefined and short-lived relationship. I have nothing to hide and nothing to be ashamed of. So don't anyone dare call me a liar.
Part of living life means sometimes trying to figure out how you feel, even when you can't put your finger on what it is that's making you doubt or feel ambiguous. At some point toward the end of my trip (I cannot pinpoint the exact date), I began to have doubts about my relationship with Diana. Am I allowed to have doubts? Am I allowed to change my mind? I'm human, so of course I am. Any mature person understands this.
Unfortunately, after returning home, by around Thanksgiving, I had come to the conclusion that my doubts about Diana were just too big to ignore; and I knew that I had to back out of the relationship, I tried to do that as gently and respectfully as possible. Because I respected and cared for Diana, I did my best not to hurt her, although there was obviously no way to avoid all hurt.
Do I feel badly that I changed my mind? Yes, because I hurt her, but No, because I know that I made the right decision. I never wanted to hurt anyone, and I never did so intentionally. If there was one mistake that I made, it was coming on too strong out of the gate. This is precisely the mistake that is causing all the caustic reactions on the part of Diana. The bottom line is that I created expectations that far exceeded what reality ended up being. For that, I sincerely apologize. It's a mistake that I know I must learn from.
Finally, I just want to address two points that Diana mentioned in a recent text message. First, her accusation that I lied to myself all along. That is absolutely not true. This would be a good time, dear reader, to refer to the definition of lie above. From beginning to end, I was honest with myself. When I felt very optimistic that the relationship was good, I expressed those feelings openly and honestly with Diana. Towards the end of the trip, when doubts started creeping in, I talked about them openly and honestly with my good friend Paul, with whom I was traveling. And when I came back and realized that those doubts became substantiated, I changed the way I was expressing myself to honestly reflect the way I was feeling: I was not going to lead-on Diana any more than I already unintentionally had. I never made any false statements to myself, nor did I ever make any false statements to Diana.
Second, Diana asked me how she has been immature in all this. I'll answer this question by giving an example from Diana's own life to illustrate. [deleted at the request of a reader].
And just as Diana went through a period of self-reflection [deleted at the request of a reader], that is just what I've done here: I went through a process of figuring out my feelings for Diana, and I made a decision to stop continuing a relationship with her. The difference with me, though: I never cheated on her. I never lied to her. I never lied to myself.
As far as all the juvenile insults flung at me by Diana's friend, they rolled right off my back. They don't even warrant a response.
I'm now done airing my dirty laundry. Look forward to future posts about football, travel, comical stories about my friends, and other nonsense. Thanks for checking in, friends!
To lie: to make a statement that one knows is false, esp. with intent to deceive. Keep this definition, straight from Webster's Dictionary, in mind as you read the following.
From the time I met Diana until I returned from my trip, I made statements based on how I felt at the time: Diana was a fun girl, she showed me a lot of attention, and we seemed to have a connection. I emailed her every single day during my trip to southeast Asia. Did I have to do that? Not at all. As the cliche goes, actions speak louder than words. During a trip to the other side of the world, where every minute of my time was precious, where I could be doing plenty of other things, every single day I emailed Diana. And not only that, but I called her on the telephone from southeast Asia more than I called my own family. Don't anyone dare call me a liar.
From the moment I met Diana until well past my birthday into mid-December, I did not kiss another girl, I did not so much as touch another girl. Again, actions speak louder than words. I respected and cared for Diana so much that I remained faithful to her for every minute of our undefined and short-lived relationship. I have nothing to hide and nothing to be ashamed of. So don't anyone dare call me a liar.
Part of living life means sometimes trying to figure out how you feel, even when you can't put your finger on what it is that's making you doubt or feel ambiguous. At some point toward the end of my trip (I cannot pinpoint the exact date), I began to have doubts about my relationship with Diana. Am I allowed to have doubts? Am I allowed to change my mind? I'm human, so of course I am. Any mature person understands this.
Unfortunately, after returning home, by around Thanksgiving, I had come to the conclusion that my doubts about Diana were just too big to ignore; and I knew that I had to back out of the relationship, I tried to do that as gently and respectfully as possible. Because I respected and cared for Diana, I did my best not to hurt her, although there was obviously no way to avoid all hurt.
Do I feel badly that I changed my mind? Yes, because I hurt her, but No, because I know that I made the right decision. I never wanted to hurt anyone, and I never did so intentionally. If there was one mistake that I made, it was coming on too strong out of the gate. This is precisely the mistake that is causing all the caustic reactions on the part of Diana. The bottom line is that I created expectations that far exceeded what reality ended up being. For that, I sincerely apologize. It's a mistake that I know I must learn from.
Finally, I just want to address two points that Diana mentioned in a recent text message. First, her accusation that I lied to myself all along. That is absolutely not true. This would be a good time, dear reader, to refer to the definition of lie above. From beginning to end, I was honest with myself. When I felt very optimistic that the relationship was good, I expressed those feelings openly and honestly with Diana. Towards the end of the trip, when doubts started creeping in, I talked about them openly and honestly with my good friend Paul, with whom I was traveling. And when I came back and realized that those doubts became substantiated, I changed the way I was expressing myself to honestly reflect the way I was feeling: I was not going to lead-on Diana any more than I already unintentionally had. I never made any false statements to myself, nor did I ever make any false statements to Diana.
Second, Diana asked me how she has been immature in all this. I'll answer this question by giving an example from Diana's own life to illustrate. [deleted at the request of a reader].
And just as Diana went through a period of self-reflection [deleted at the request of a reader], that is just what I've done here: I went through a process of figuring out my feelings for Diana, and I made a decision to stop continuing a relationship with her. The difference with me, though: I never cheated on her. I never lied to her. I never lied to myself.
As far as all the juvenile insults flung at me by Diana's friend, they rolled right off my back. They don't even warrant a response.
I'm now done airing my dirty laundry. Look forward to future posts about football, travel, comical stories about my friends, and other nonsense. Thanks for checking in, friends!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Love hurts
Man, love really can cut both ways. Any time you give your heart to someone, you are taking a risk, whether you realize it or not, that the person to whom you are giving your heart is giving you their heart in return and that they will continue to do so. Even if you are married, don't take love for granted, because as one of my close friends just realized -- his wife left him to re-live a youth that she never really lived in the first place -- nothing is guaranteed in this life, nothing.
I couldn't sleep last night because I wanted to post my thoughts on Diana. I almost got out of bed at around 3am, but then I decided that I would just write about it today. As fate would have it, she and I chatted on IM earlier today.
A certain degree of guilt regarding Diana is what kept me up for a little while last night. I know that she's hurt by the fact that I did a complete about-face in my relationship with her. Throughout my time with her, I acted authentically, based on how I felt at the time. I did not intend that -- nor could I foresee how -- the trip would make me begin to realize certain things that would make me reconsider my relationship with her.
The real time of transition in our relationship was my first week back in Philadelphia after my return from southeast Asia at the end of November up until my birthday on December 5th. That process consisted entirely of realizing that I could not and did not want to pursue a relationship with Diana. There were certain things about her that I began to reflect on as a result of long conversations with Paul during the trip and also within my own head both during and immediately after my trip. The conclusion that I had to pause that relationship, if not stop it altogether, was reached independent of any outside influence.
It was not until after my birthday that I even began to consider anything serious with Cherise. To be unequivocally clear then: there was no overlap between Diana and Cherise in any way, shape, or form. Although I can understand from a third-person's perspective that the timing appears conveniently close, there is no connection.
I remember on my birthday that part of me wanted Diana to join me and my friends, but ultimately my true inclination was that I was still struggling with how to most gently and respectfully let her down and back off the relationship, so I didn't really want to see her on what was meant to be a fun night for me.
In our IM chat earlier today, Diana accused me of lying to her. Yet she did not and has never offered any example of when I actually lied to her. And the fact of the matter is that I never lied to her. I understand that she's saying that in an attempt to convince herself that I'm a bad guy. Although I undoubtedly hurt her by failing to live up to the expectations which I myself had played a part in setting up, I never lied. Once I realized that there were seeds of doubt and discontent on my part, I talked about them openly with one of my best friends. And I took the time to deliberate within my own head what the best course of action would be. Once I came back to Philly and saw Diana, my thoughts coalesced, and I quickly realized that the relationship was over for me. So I began delicately backing out, doing my best to do so respectfully. I didn't mention anything about Cherise, because she had nothing to do with it (in fact, Cherise would later complain that I didn't contact her when I got back from my trip, which is very true, because my complete attention was focused on Diana and how to slowly back out of that situation).
I'm legitimately angry and offended that Diana has accused me of lying. I'm a very honorable person (that's part of why I became a lawyer) and I demand truth from everyone around me as much as I'm truthful to everyone in my life, sometimes to a fault. So for someone to accuse me of lying is a major insult to me. Diana, if you read this, let's hear one concrete example of when I've lied to you.
I would truly like to clear the air with Diana and begin the new year as civil, mutually respectful acquaintances, if not friends. But to the extent that she continues to exhibit her immaturity through baseless accusations, I become less and less inclined to deal with such a person -- I simply have enough problems to deal with that I don't need more negativity piled on.
I'm observant and aware enough to realize that the end of my relationship with Diana, in combination with the competition that Cherise intentionally threw in my face at the end of the month, impelled me to assert myself toward Cherise much more than I would have otherwise done. Is that such a bad thing if I've loved Cherise all this time, despite trying to bury it or ignore it, and if Cherise still loves me too? I don't think so.
Sooner or later I would have come to the conclusion that I should not pursue a relationship with Diana, regardless of anything and everything and everyone else. Looking objectively at my purpose in her life, I think I was meant to help her break up with her ex-boyfriend, with whom she was mired in a stagnant and unfulfilling relationship.
I feel sorry for hurting her and for letting her down. But I was honest at every step of the way, from the beginning when things were fresh to the end when I realized that it just wasn't right. Although I certainly feel sorry for hurting Diana's feelings, I cannot be sorry for being honest with myself and with those effected by me.
I couldn't sleep last night because I wanted to post my thoughts on Diana. I almost got out of bed at around 3am, but then I decided that I would just write about it today. As fate would have it, she and I chatted on IM earlier today.
A certain degree of guilt regarding Diana is what kept me up for a little while last night. I know that she's hurt by the fact that I did a complete about-face in my relationship with her. Throughout my time with her, I acted authentically, based on how I felt at the time. I did not intend that -- nor could I foresee how -- the trip would make me begin to realize certain things that would make me reconsider my relationship with her.
The real time of transition in our relationship was my first week back in Philadelphia after my return from southeast Asia at the end of November up until my birthday on December 5th. That process consisted entirely of realizing that I could not and did not want to pursue a relationship with Diana. There were certain things about her that I began to reflect on as a result of long conversations with Paul during the trip and also within my own head both during and immediately after my trip. The conclusion that I had to pause that relationship, if not stop it altogether, was reached independent of any outside influence.
It was not until after my birthday that I even began to consider anything serious with Cherise. To be unequivocally clear then: there was no overlap between Diana and Cherise in any way, shape, or form. Although I can understand from a third-person's perspective that the timing appears conveniently close, there is no connection.
I remember on my birthday that part of me wanted Diana to join me and my friends, but ultimately my true inclination was that I was still struggling with how to most gently and respectfully let her down and back off the relationship, so I didn't really want to see her on what was meant to be a fun night for me.
In our IM chat earlier today, Diana accused me of lying to her. Yet she did not and has never offered any example of when I actually lied to her. And the fact of the matter is that I never lied to her. I understand that she's saying that in an attempt to convince herself that I'm a bad guy. Although I undoubtedly hurt her by failing to live up to the expectations which I myself had played a part in setting up, I never lied. Once I realized that there were seeds of doubt and discontent on my part, I talked about them openly with one of my best friends. And I took the time to deliberate within my own head what the best course of action would be. Once I came back to Philly and saw Diana, my thoughts coalesced, and I quickly realized that the relationship was over for me. So I began delicately backing out, doing my best to do so respectfully. I didn't mention anything about Cherise, because she had nothing to do with it (in fact, Cherise would later complain that I didn't contact her when I got back from my trip, which is very true, because my complete attention was focused on Diana and how to slowly back out of that situation).
I'm legitimately angry and offended that Diana has accused me of lying. I'm a very honorable person (that's part of why I became a lawyer) and I demand truth from everyone around me as much as I'm truthful to everyone in my life, sometimes to a fault. So for someone to accuse me of lying is a major insult to me. Diana, if you read this, let's hear one concrete example of when I've lied to you.
I would truly like to clear the air with Diana and begin the new year as civil, mutually respectful acquaintances, if not friends. But to the extent that she continues to exhibit her immaturity through baseless accusations, I become less and less inclined to deal with such a person -- I simply have enough problems to deal with that I don't need more negativity piled on.
I'm observant and aware enough to realize that the end of my relationship with Diana, in combination with the competition that Cherise intentionally threw in my face at the end of the month, impelled me to assert myself toward Cherise much more than I would have otherwise done. Is that such a bad thing if I've loved Cherise all this time, despite trying to bury it or ignore it, and if Cherise still loves me too? I don't think so.
Sooner or later I would have come to the conclusion that I should not pursue a relationship with Diana, regardless of anything and everything and everyone else. Looking objectively at my purpose in her life, I think I was meant to help her break up with her ex-boyfriend, with whom she was mired in a stagnant and unfulfilling relationship.
I feel sorry for hurting her and for letting her down. But I was honest at every step of the way, from the beginning when things were fresh to the end when I realized that it just wasn't right. Although I certainly feel sorry for hurting Diana's feelings, I cannot be sorry for being honest with myself and with those effected by me.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
A lil lighter
The last two posts have been on the heavy side. New Year's Eve was as terrible as I thought it would be, despite going out with a friend of mine to a local watering hole. But hey, that was '08; that's old news.
It's a new year, and that means turning over a new leaf, at least in terms of outlook and attitude. I've resolved to be a better communicator, keeping in more frequent contact with my family and friends. The one positive that I can take from all the negative of the past week or so is the realization that when times get rough, I will oftentimes retreat within myself. And that a lot of what happened recently is a direct result of failing to communicate my feelings during a time of separation. Cherise lost a lot of faith in me because, as far as she could see through her eyes, I basically abandoned her; all she could naturally assume was that I didn't really care about her too much. And believe me, this exact same paradigm has definitely affected my relationships with my family and friends. I want to change this, and I hope to God that this is the year that I can make that change. I want to foster better relationships with my family and close friends, and as far as Cherise, I will make sure to keep in touch, and take comfort in the fact that whatever will happen, will indeed happen.
I went to the gym earlier today. This was my third visit in four days, but before that I hadn't gone since October 31st. The gym is a good way to blow off steam and I know that it makes me feel good when I'm in good shape. I'm gonna keep that up consistently, as I always did before my trip to southeast Asia. Knowing myself as I do, I should be close to good form in about two weeks. By the end of the month, I should be lifting close to my max weight.
A funny thing, though, from the gym earlier today. The radio was broken, so there was complete silence. Well, at least until a tough guy came down to use the squat rack, and began screaming at himself at the end of every set. This kind of thing reminded me of my college weight room. For those that don't know, I played football in high school and college. So being around my teammates, I was exposed to the archetypal meathead, and it always made me laugh when they screamed in the weight room. And for some reason, it's almost always during squats. Great stuff.
Well, that's all I feel like posting today. Speaking of football, I wanna get home soon to watch the NFL wild-card playoff games.
Here's to a healthy and happy '09. Cheers!
It's a new year, and that means turning over a new leaf, at least in terms of outlook and attitude. I've resolved to be a better communicator, keeping in more frequent contact with my family and friends. The one positive that I can take from all the negative of the past week or so is the realization that when times get rough, I will oftentimes retreat within myself. And that a lot of what happened recently is a direct result of failing to communicate my feelings during a time of separation. Cherise lost a lot of faith in me because, as far as she could see through her eyes, I basically abandoned her; all she could naturally assume was that I didn't really care about her too much. And believe me, this exact same paradigm has definitely affected my relationships with my family and friends. I want to change this, and I hope to God that this is the year that I can make that change. I want to foster better relationships with my family and close friends, and as far as Cherise, I will make sure to keep in touch, and take comfort in the fact that whatever will happen, will indeed happen.
I went to the gym earlier today. This was my third visit in four days, but before that I hadn't gone since October 31st. The gym is a good way to blow off steam and I know that it makes me feel good when I'm in good shape. I'm gonna keep that up consistently, as I always did before my trip to southeast Asia. Knowing myself as I do, I should be close to good form in about two weeks. By the end of the month, I should be lifting close to my max weight.
A funny thing, though, from the gym earlier today. The radio was broken, so there was complete silence. Well, at least until a tough guy came down to use the squat rack, and began screaming at himself at the end of every set. This kind of thing reminded me of my college weight room. For those that don't know, I played football in high school and college. So being around my teammates, I was exposed to the archetypal meathead, and it always made me laugh when they screamed in the weight room. And for some reason, it's almost always during squats. Great stuff.
Well, that's all I feel like posting today. Speaking of football, I wanna get home soon to watch the NFL wild-card playoff games.
Here's to a healthy and happy '09. Cheers!
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