I agree

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i agree with that bowtie

TENNIS BLOG

my racquet of choice: Head Liquid Metal Instinct--"The Head Liquidmetal Instinct offers much of the control of Head's player's racquets, but in a slightly lighter weight and with a more forgiving sweetspot. Designed to bridge the gap between the player-oriented Liquidmetal Radical and the more power-oriented Liquidmetal 2 and 4. The Liquidmetal Instinct is best suited to an intermediate to advanced level player with a moderate to fast swing who requires a slightly larger sweetspot than a traditional player's racquet would offer. Dense string pattern further enhances control without sacrificing the size of the sweetspot." http://www.midwestsports.com/head-liquidmetal-instinct-racquet-/p/11010136I/

Prodigy of choice:
Pete Sampras



Character of Choice:
John Macenroe


Grand Slam of Choice:
Wimbledon

Local Tennis Club of Choice (aka bar of choice)
Bocage

Apparel of choice:
whites--10% color trim
I believe in tradition.

Court of choice:
CLAYYY

Fictional tennis character of choice:
Richie "The Baumer" Tennenbaum

awesome shirt

Aside from my staple Polo button downs, this one should go in this books.

What a beauty!

Leopard catamarans are quality custom catamarans. I wouldn't want anything bigger than '40, and I would definitely chose one that I could sail. What's the fun in only being able to power everywhere? They aren't really classic in an aesthetic way, but they are just right..they don't scream east-coast wannabe or new money splurge. They are solid, sensible boats. I especially LOVE catamarans because of the trampoline (for those who haven't experienced this) on the aft...I could probably lie on one of those for days at a time. These are going for about 325,000. That's used but in a very good condition. Ah, I wish I would be able to work and keep more than half of my salary. I would have hopes and dreams and incentives like this one. Oh well.

old wayfarers resurrected

I don't know why this is underlined. It won't stop. Anyway, yes, the wayfarers are back. I thought I left them at the beach, but they turned up in a cleaning frenzy. They are so risky business. Just take those old records off the shelf...we can blame this on me being alone tonight. I eat my frozen dinner frozen, pour myself a glass of Chivas with a splash of coke, and dance around.

I'm having a hell of a time. I came across the following wisdom in my struggle not to have a nervous breakdown:

"One need not always be thinking of the last end, whenever one desires or does something: but the virtue of the first intention, which was in respect of the last end, remains in every desire directed to any object whatever, even though one's thoughts be not actually directed to the last end. Thus while walking along the road one needs not to be thinking of the end at every step."
-Aquinas

Relating to the Pain Body with Eckhart Tolle

Ok, i'm not like going nutso religious or anything, but I find that just meditating quietly and listening helps me immensely. Not all the answers are apparent, and it doesn't always work like magic. However, when I don't know where to begin with all my problems, I just sort of sit quietly and wait to find out what to do with everything...it eventually comes. I think it has something to do with this:

"Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered."
-Romans 8:26

I haven't slept more than 3 consecutive hours in 4 days. What a great Mardi Gras! What awesome weather in New Orleans! We did uptown one night and downtown the next. I drove from New Orleans on through to New Roads today. I woke up on my cousin's pier at 4 30 and drove back here.
Ash Wednesday marks the beginning of me giving up alcohol except for on Saturdays. I'm gonna have the shakes.
Yeah, this time of year makes me appreciate living in Louisiana, but I seriously want to live in New Orleans...BR kind of just sucks. One day, I'm gonna have a house off of St. Charles with huge dogs and children and a weekend camp in New Roads with a fun boat.
French guy is cool. He just sort of went with the flow and took lots of pictures. It was fun to show Marid Gras to a foreigner.

So, I've been up all night watching old episodes of The Office and Conan O'Brien because I couldn't sleep. I'm driving to New Orleans in an hour. I hate to disappoint my French guest, who is so very nice, but I will need to sleep and shower upon arrival...Only because I already have 2 days of Mardi Gras filth on me. Mmmm. I'm drinking a beer at 8:47 am to get over a hangover, and while this is known as alcoholism in the vast portion of the US, it's a normal Mardi Gras weekend morning. This is so boring. I have nothing further to say.

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ok so

My mom made me go home and clean out my closet and dresser because my French friend is coming to stay with us for a couple of months. I had the following thoughts:

1. I was a very smart kid. I won poetry contests, always got straight a's, and was told that I would go really far. What happened?

2. In the late 80s and early 90s, my wardworbe consisted of leggings, oversized lacoste shirts, and brightly colored socks....oh yes and scrunchies. Was that normal?

3. I was such a dork. I collected rubber stamps. Pete Sampras was my hero. I had a file of all my best essays (chronologically, of course), which were written surprisely better than I can currently write. Every accessory I owned had my name monogramed on it.

4. Why is there a strange sense of guilt that comes along with throwing away crap that I haven't missed for like 12 years of my life?


In other news, I don't care. I have turned over a new leaf; and on this side of the leaf, is the question: If I were a guy, would I care right now? The answer is usually no. So, I try to go along with that.

So, French buddy comes tomorrow. I'm nervous, but I know he's probably like a trillion times more nervous because he doesn't speak English all that well, and he has to live with my family. I think we're going be fast friends. Hopefully, he drinks. We'll see. Mardi Gras should be interesting. I just have to keep him from being shot, pick-pocketed, or ruffied. So, basically, I will fail him on at least one level. We shall see.


I went out last night. Applaud me.