Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Question:

What is your absolute complete total most-est favorite song?

And when was the last time it changed?

Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job

Friday, January 26, 2007

This Explains The Lack Of New Posts

The thing is, my computes ae boken. M laptop is having the a/c adapte fixed and the keboad on m desktop has buttons malfunctioning. Wheneve I tpe the lette afte "q" o the lette befo "z" the whole dang thing shutsdown and hibenates. So fo every lette afte "q" or lette befo "z" that I type this thing stops woking and I need to power it back on (so 4 times in this past sentence!). It is ve fustating.

Once I have a woking compute I will post moe. I promise. Dangit! Thee I go again!

stuvwx

Friday, January 12, 2007

Supremely Yummy

Last night Laura and I took advantage of the fact that it is Restaurant Week here in D.C. Restaurant Week is a designated week when all the fancy expensive restaurants offer a 3-course meal at a significantly reduced price so that normal folks can afford to experience some amazing dining. The restaurants set a fixed menu with a couple of options each for the first course, second course, and dessert. Laura had a bouillabaisse and I had duck confit. It was all great food. Some of the best I've ever eaten (there was this steak on our honeymoon... I sincerely doubt anything will ever be better than that steak... mmmmm... oh great, now I've got drool on my keyboard).

It was a really great experience, getting to eat at one of the restaurants where the D.C. movers and shakers regularly dine.

To top it all off, just before we left, Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia walked in the door, right past our table, and was led to one of the prime spots in the restaurant. That was pretty cool. We notice that he appeared to be drinking a martini. I also noticed that he sat facing the door, with his back to the wall. Sicilians...

Your checks are in disappearing ink

Thursday, January 11, 2007

The Iraq Issue

Thoughts over at my political blog: A Centrist Voice.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Bird on A [Yellow] Wire. [No, Red. Wait. Yellow. Yes, Yellow.]

When you buy wire, how many colors do you buy?

Probably just one.

So why is it that in the movies the bomb squad is always debating which color wire to cut?

Points for the song.

Na na naaa
Na na naaa
Na na naaa
Doot Doot

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Permanent Past

As I'm sure most of you noticed, my last post was an obituary. It was a strange thing, hearing about Greg's death, since he used to be a very good friend of mine. The news of Greg's death was a shock. That he was murdered makes his death even more tragic. I was extremely saddened by the news - to the point of tears even.

But what amazed me - and continues to really capture my intrigue - is that beneath the tragic news I felt this very strong undercurrent of interconnectedness. The fact is, I haven't spoken to Greg in years, and for all intents and purposes our friendship dissipated the day I left for college. I never exchanged e-mails with him, or talked to him on instant messenger. I never made plans to hang out when I came back for vacation - though we did end up seeing each other a few of those times - and I never even really stopped to consider the friendship we once had. I'm sure Greg was the same way. We were great friends in middle school and high school, but our lives went in different directions and we drifted apart.

The practical reality is that Greg's death will have no significant impact on my daily life. I'm not losing a family member or close friend. Greg isn't someone I see every day whose absence I'll have to adjust to. In most ways Greg was already absent from my life, his death tragically cements that status.

There was one way though in which Greg was not absent from my life; we remained connected through our pasts. It is this interconnectedness that has captured my fascination of late.

When I heard the news that Greg died I was deeply affected. Despite the lack of an active relationship, his death had a serious impact on me. Our past joined us to each other in an amazingly powerful fashion. Nothing can ever sever the bond that we once had. Sure, life has changed us and we no longer have that connection, but the fact that we once were close friends is unchangeable. I don't know that I can really convey the depth of this feeling in words alone, [To be perfectly honest, this feels like it should be the theme of some great novel (Maybe it is).], but our past is permanent. For the rest of my life, for the rest of time, I will always have been friends with Greg. I know that sounds kind of funny, since the word tenses don't really match up, with the 'will' and the 'have been', but that doesn't change the truth of the statement. No matter what happens in my life - law school, marriage, becoming the King of England - my past is unchangeable; I was friends with Greg. And not even Greg's death - or mine for that matter - can change this fact.

One of the most fascinating elements of this realization has been the breadth of permanent past connection. Greg and I were friends through our church youth group; it wasn't just that we were friends, it was that we were friends with a whole bunch of other people. Over the past week or two I've received (and sent) e-mails and comments, and had conversations, with people that shared my connection with Greg. These too are people who, for the most part, I haven't spoken with since high school, except for the occasional update. Yet Greg's death brought so many of us together. And the reason for that is so beautifully powerful - the permanent bond of our shared past.

Regrettably I was unable to attend either the wake or the funeral. But I heard about both, as well as the gathering that was held after the funeral. Apparently a good number of those from our old gang got together to catch up, share stories, and remember Greg. I wish I could have been there.

Because no matter how far apart we all drift, we will always be connected. Through our past we are connected in the here-and-now. Some of us are husbands or wives. Some of us are mothers or fathers. Some of us are lawyers, or teachers, or sales persons. Heck, one of us is even the new youth minister at that very same church! And because of our past we are all still connected. I might not have had an active relationship with Greg, but because of my past I was still tied to everything he had become. And the same proves true for every single person from that old group.

Our past binds us permanently together. That's a powerful - and beautiful - thing.

And as the years go by
Our friendship will never die