on A baseball

yesterday was dollar hot dog night at the A baseball club the next town over, and the game both started and got out at about the same time as my mother's opera rehearsals just down the road from the stadium, so my father said, "today is a good day i think for watching a baseball game." quite so! and so we went.

Yea, verily, the game reminded me of all I loved about baseball. Cheap summer seats thirty feet away from home plate, a pitchers' duel, players who weren't overpaid and whiny, campy promotions between the innings. Unfortunately, they played with DHs, but you can't win them all. The starting pitcher for the home team pitched a complete game and he was throwing better stuff at the end than the beginning, staying in even though he was down 3-1. In the bottom of the ninth, the starting pitcher for the away team walked the first batter and was replaced by a sidewinder. He struggled a bit, getting to the point where there was one out and two men in scoring position. The next batter had a long at-bat, then pulled what would have been a game-tying double down the line, but it turned out to be foul. I was thinking, after the fifth pulled foul, that he should just choke up and try to poke it the other way, since any single to the outfield would tie the game, but he grounded out to third on the next pitch, driving in a run and advancing the other runner. And then the next batter hit a line-drive home run on the first pitch. zam! The game barely took two hours - another improvement over major league ball. Granted, the price you pay for that is fewer flashy plays and much poorer baserunning [two mistakes which I would not expect to see past high school varsity ball occurred!], but in these great and final days, one needs some comic relief.

I've been away

But I have more thoughts about polygamy, baseball, and the satanic delusion of protestantism [i happened to attend both an Orthodox and protestant baptism this weekend]. Since I'm sojourning in Parentia for like a week or two, I'm also going to complain [tongue-in-cheek] about the inadequacy of the parental library. So I was like, hmm, today is a good day I think for reading the New Testament in Greek, so I poked around and was not impressed: the Nestle-Aland is the 25th edition and the UBS is only the 3rd edition. I won't comment on the lexicons, but, I assure you, they were not up to snuff, either. I realize the parental basement is hardly a world-class research library, the likes of which I am accustomed to, but if I can't be snobbish about this, what can I be snobbish about?

good God, what have I done? [it's marvellous]

This last week, I moved all of my email to gmail and Thunderbird, consolidating them into one place [more or less]. Then, I started playing Nethack. I stopped caring about message boards/web-logs/community sites and such because they were completely eclipsed by the wonders of Nethack. And then I suddenly stopped feeling like caring about Nethack. And now what? I suddenly don't have any ways to waste time on the internet while I'm working on stuff. Checking email is trivial, no more plausibly wasting time by going through four different webmail things to check all my accounts. No more message boards, I don't care what anybody says about anything. No more Nethack, it suddenly got old. I suppose this just leaves me more time to read French newspapers on the web? But that can only be done for so long. I think this might be it.

Of course, web-logging itself is a fine way of wasting time, but I can't write a short post for five minutes every hour if I want to keep quality up. It simply isn't done.

In other news, it turns out I pulled a 3.8 last quarter. Totally undeserved, but I'm happy to have it.

School's Out For Summer

School's out forever.

It's the future!

That's about as personal as this web-log gets, I think.

I remember the last time I didn't have internet.

For like two weeks my internet was out. I did absurd amounts of math and read like 11 novels. It's a sad game that we play.

I feel so dirty.

I'm using "gender" as a verb. I'm reading Foucault. I have a pile of French dictionaries at hand. So sad it has come to this...