Wednesday, April 15, 2009

New York Stories / Falling Apart at the Seams

Someone I used to know had this on his blog a while back and I just got around to seeing it. While I'm a dedicated procrastinator when it comes to posting new blogs, I'm equally slack at reading them. This is good though:

The Lost Tribes of New York City from Carolyn London on Vimeo.

Just about to head out to my first dodgeball game in almost two months on the DL. My dodgeball injuries include the following:

* Sprained ankle
* Shoulder fatigue
* Tennis elbow
* Possible cartilage damage in the knee
* Stress fracture of the heel
* Shaky hip due to compensation for aforementioned heel issue

So when I rock the game tonight, I'll be sporting three different braces, an Ace bandage, and two sole inserts. I've been psyching myself up all day by watching YouTube videos of little kids getting hit in the face and old clips of this short-lived WWF style dodgeball show on cable tv called Extreme Dodgeball, with characters ranging from the sidearm-wielding mime to the slow, large, beanballing sumo wrestler.

I'll let you know how it goes after my visit to the hospital.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Dropping of the ball

Well now. I wonder if anyone's around anymore. If so, hello. Welcome back. I'm sorry. The ball has been dropped in epic style.

It's been a weird winter, for a number of reasons. Without going into detail, there was some emotional rollercoastering and a lot of beer drinking. But it's spring now, or soon, and hope springs eternal. Which means it doesn't matter what season it is. But you know what I mean.

Just joined Facebook. I was a late bloomer. There are people with whom I haven't spoken in 17 years who are suddenly my friend again. There's a guy I was kind of friends with in high school although we never really hung out, and he friended me. I sent him a message asking how he was, but he never replied. There's the girl I took to the Junior Prom...she friended me. We sent a few messages back and forth, I asked her a few questions, she never answered them. There are people I couldn't have met more than three or four times who friended me. I didn't write them any messages, and they never wrote me any either. So my question is...what's the point?

If you're friends with someone, you know it. If you knew them once and haven't thought about them since, are they really officially your friend? The way I figure it, if you want to friend someone, you send them a message. Ask them how they are. Don't do this reunion thing half assed. Either you want to know them now, or you don't. But don't do it just to get your stupid numbers up. Not to be crass, but having more "friends" just seems to clog your homepage. Do I really care what Molly McHighschool's five favorite Matthew McConaughey rom-coms are?

I care a lot for the people I know. I just don't know if I know some of these knuckleheads anymore, or if I ever did.

You meet a lot of people in your life. Some stick, some don't. Life has a way for throwing you into certain situations with certain people at certain times, and it's kismet. Facebook seems to be just another way of throwing a bunch of people at your wall and seeing who sticks.

This subject keeps coming up in conversation lately. Once you get to a certain age, you realize you've whittled your life down to certain essentials. You know who you are, what you like, who you like, and unless you're looking for a life partner, you've come to terms with what/who you're into socially. At that point, you stick to the plan and do what you do and settle down. So Facebook, while interesting and somewhat addictive in terms of catching up with old friends you actually love, just kind of complexifies things.