I was surfing the web and I found blogshares. 

It's like a stimulate stock market, but instead of companies, they trade blogs!  I'm not sure how it works, but apparently, blogs have some kind of value and people sell and trade them.  Perhaps based upon the links or traffic?  Who knows, their mission statement is that it' fun to play as if its a stimulate market, and also, a good way to find interesting blogs.

Cool.

[ esca | 4:08 PM | ]

 

It's been a really long time since I've been hung over at work, or really hung over in general. Not to say that I don't drink to the point of feeling less than perfect the next morning...but usually the next morning involves hours of wonderful blissful sleep. So what was the special occasion? Isabel's 25th, quarter century, raise your shot glass.

Tell her how wonderful she is next time you talk to her.

[ esca | 10:17 AM | ]

 

The Heaven Syndrome

I’ve thought about this for a long time and I’ve never been able to put words to it. Until now, in a moment of quasi-religious inspiration, I dub thee, the heaven syndrome. It’s something which you don’t have, but you think you’re missing. It’s something that you can’t describe, and only have a faint idea of what’s it probably is, but nonetheless think its really good. Heaven.

If you’ve only dated asian girls, T.H.S is the white girl you’ve never been able to get, yet you’re thinking she’d revolutionize the entire way you think about girls. It’s the car you’ve never been able to afford. It’s the dress you’ve never though you’d fit into. It’s the school or program you’ve never got into. But in reality, something tells me that, she probably acts the same, it’s probably shinier but with fatter monthly payments, it feels like any other clothes, and the program is similar to what you are studying now. But you still want it. You ache for it.

Marriage is probably one of the best examples that I can think of for T.H.S. A lot people believe that marriage is a mythical state of being where the relationships moves to a huge new level and bliss is found around every corner. It is probably a huge new level, but almost assuredly not blissful. It’s probably a lot more work and a lot more responsibilities. Not to down grade marriage at all, but marriage is probably pretty similar to any time intensive close relationship. If you have a live-in gf/bf who you spend a lot of time with, that’s probably what the day to day marriage feels like. Marriage doesn’t make the relationship worse necessarily, nor does it make it better. I can’t help but feel couples that go through a long courtship and long engagement before getting married only to split within a couple of years, must have gone into marriage thinking that it would somehow fix all their relationship problems. It’s this danger that people go forward with some things thinking that the next big thing, is more than simply just the next thing. The next of many and not the pot at the end of the rainbow.

The next level is not the cessation of travails. Work promotions do not necessarily equate to happiness, although usually there are some good perks, there are also a great deal of responsibilities and complications.

I mean, the idea of heaven is great, just apart from any religious implications. The idea of working hard for a fixed amount of time, and then BAM. An eternity of flawless reward. Without ever having to lift a finger again. In theory of course. The happy ever after. The walk into the sunset.

Anyways, so yeah. Be safe, be happy. Blah blah.

[ esca | 5:57 PM | ]

 

The Drunken Excuse

So the other day while celebrating the anniversary of a coming to this world(my roundabout way of saying birthday), a couple of my friends and myself got fairly trashed. We'd been at a baseball game at Petco earlier so the drinking had started for quite a while. At least for some of us. We lost unfortunately, and we left in the middle of the ninth as hoffman blew the save and gave up three runs. While standing outside, the pads started a mini rally that fell short, and it was kinda fun trying to decipher what must have happened from the crowd reaction. Home run...nah, not loud enough, must be just a hit.

Anyways, when it comes to drinking and getting plastered, I have mixed feelings I suppose about how people react. I think its pretty fun, and when it helps people let loose and be more relaxed, its great. But the caveat is that letting loose may not always be the best for everyone around.

Case in point, basically what happened with a friend of mine that night, was that he got pretty tanked, offered to buy some people some drinks, and then for some reason or another walked away from the bar without paying the tab. This was at Galileo, restaurant bar next to the convention center. It looked really nice, very intricate architecture and it was smallish, but not too crowded. Anyways, my friend not paying for drinks and then just walking away greatly offended the people who promptly refused to pay for the tab, which included my friend's drinks. The bartender asked them as they were still at the bar wondering where my friend went. It gets all the more confusing as there was a random shifting of blame and a rotating tab no one else in our group wanted to pay, nor should they, and I believe it all gets resolved when the bill is simply added to mine, all without my knowing. Plus, I had to pay 18 damn dollars for parking too long at Horton.

Anyways, I talked to my friend later on, although I didn't really feel like confronting him, as far as I could gather, his explanation was that he was drunk and he doesn't really remember. He did offered to clear it up after the fact, but his initial reaction was also to ask if I could talk to the other friends whom probably are kinda upset at him and smooth it out. Because bottom line was that he was drinking and he doesn't remember.

I can't say that it doesn't happen, blacking out or at the very least causing memories to become faint and fuzzy. Instead of a fluid motion picture, it can become more of a disjointed trailer. Personally, the worst I ever got, was around 25+ drinks in a night(which I'm quite proud of but also really just an estimation), my solid memory ends when I remember passing out in a chair somewhere. Apparently, I got up afterwards and walked around and drank more and did various things. I couldn't remember anything, it was as if all of the sudden I woke up in my bed. When my roommates told me about what I was doing the previous night, although nothing too out of the ordinary(they may have spared me) I was convinced for half the day that it was really some elaborate ruse. They did tell me about how I attempted to barricade myself in the bathroom, from which after they mentioned it, immediately some images came to mind. As the week progressed and different people had to "reconstruct" my night for me I realized how disconcerting the whole thing was.

Anyways, sometimes your best judgment is literally impaired when drinking and you do things you normally wouldn't. Fine. I can understand that, we've all watched people do stupid things when they are drunk. I often think how funny this and how I'm glad its not me. But what of the aftermath? What indeed.

Where am I going with this? No where really. Just antagonizing.

[ esca | 4:54 PM | ]

 

I hate repeating stories, or things in general. Maybe hate is a strong word, but “carry some distaste towards” is an appropriate phrasing. Not to say that I don’t, and it doesn’t become necessary sometimes, in those terse moments of that socially awkward silence, to conjure forth one of your handy repeat stories.

Why am I bringing this up? I’ve been talking with some old friends recently, the kind of which you haven’t spoken to in a while. Inevitably, I hear the question that I dread the most, “what have you been up to lately?” I carry an even greater distaste for that question than repeating stories. I’m tempted to say sometimes, I just don’t feel like elaborating, because I’ve already done that recently..

[ esca | 11:45 PM | ]

 

I don't know if this is accurate or not, but it was published by CNN, so maybe.

I guess I'm behind the curve...

[ esca | 4:07 PM | ]