The Rams scored a big win on the final play of the game yesterday up at Rose Hill, beating Xavier 76-74. Yours truly was lucky enough to be up at the game, which Fordham nearly gave away in the last few minutes. The win makes them 6-9 and 1-1 in the conference. Not too shabby... certainly a lot more than Bob Hill did with the team. Where is old Bobby boy anyway? I hope he's coaching an 11 year-old CYO team somewhere.
I've started running at night again, like I did at Fordham. At least three or four times a week, I used to run sometime between 10 and 1... maybe about a mile and a half or two miles. I didn't care how cold it was out... I was out there in shorts and a t-shirt. In fact, it was better when it was cold out. I loved the feel of the cold. It wasn't a jog. I was running... almost running away from the cold, or away from something, or after something. The music set the mood. My favorite song to run to was David Bowie's "I'm Deranged" from the Lost Highway Soundtrack. I listened to that outside tonight. I just looped it again and again. Running around the campus at Fordham was great.. I'd run out the door of Hughes Hall, down towards Walsh Library and around the back of Martyrs. When you ran past Martyrs, you could see the first floor suites and you'd get these little vignettes of college life... mostly just people watching TV or sitting around chatting. You'd catch sight of window decorations from the upper floors, too... neon beer signs, Christmas lights, banners on adjacent walls. I ran behind South and then North, where the Rambulences parked, and past Fordham Prep. Past the tennis courts and McGinley Hall, by Eddie's Parade, where you might catch someone else running just around the Parade path. What a boring run that would be.. just around and around Eddie's. Around Keating and past Millenium, Tierney, and back up towards Walsh Hall. That was a sketchy stretch, because you had that parking lot where they kept Facilties vehicles and then JMH... two places you weren't going to run indoors to, but you'd always bump into people along that stretch. You'd be running at them for some part or behind them, and you could sence their uneasiness. Right past I went, right by Finlay and instead of a right turn to Hughes, I'd go past it and back around Martyrs again, and not stop until the tennis courts. Then I cut right and walk it off back to Hughes.
The streets were empty and the wind was frigid tonight, but I felt great when I got back inside. My arms were red from the cold and the water from the shower confused my skin. I remembered showering in Hughes. The bathroom was usually freezing b/c someone was always leaving the window open. I couldn't figure out if the water it was cold or hot, because my body was so cold from the outside. I felt great. It makes me tired before bed and it gets rid of all the stress that my body unconsciously picks up even though my brain is pretty well trained to ignore it. I think I'm going to make a regular habit of this again.
LiveJournal has been down for over 24 hours, not less than a week and a half after they got bought. Of course, the two have nothing to do with each other, but you have to think that at least a few of the 2.5 million active LJers are having their doubts. This has got to be extremely embarrassing for Six Apart. Oh, and PS... what's with the "9:12AM... We're back at it..."? I think if you're going to be serious about capturing the innermost thoughts of millions of LJers, you call in the reserves and you find some people who can spell you and work through the night. 12 hours? What kind of stamina is that? I stay at work longer the day before our internal strategy reviews. I'm sure there were plenty of LJers trying to post in the middle of the night who didn't shed a tear for the LJ team's 12 hour attempt. Kind of reminds me of the day AOL went out.
This goes back to the question of what exactly Six Apart bought. I would bet that free blogs are pretty far down on the stickyness list. Perhaps the "community" aspect is what will keep everyone on... the same reason most of us are still using AOL IM... only because everyone else we care about is still on it.
And what's going on here? Greatestjournal.com apparently has 700,000 members. I never even heard of them, but apparently they're using the LJ open source code. I have to be honest, after I saw this, I thought to myself, "I know a lot of LJers, but I don't know anyone on GJ." How easy would it be to put up a journaling site with LJ code, totally inflate the numbers of users, and try to get lots of people to donate to you? You could even write some fake blogs to make people think that there were lots of other people on there. Ok, maybe I'm just being cynical, but 700,000 bloggers seems like a big population to never hear of, especially when we were all commenting to death on the 6A-LJ merger. I don't think I'll believe that number unless I get 700,000 individual comments from GJers.
Last night was our first ZogSports Dodgeball Game. Not only was it a blast, but it turns out we're not too shabby either. In fact, we went undefeated in the four game round robin at PS 191's gym. (Yes, we actaully play in elementery school gyms.)
Here are the pics... The gym was sort of dimly lit, but Sue Yoo did an admirable job with the photography work while she sat out this week on the DL nonetheless.
D! O! D! G-E! DODGE-THIS! [Run around like idiots and bump chests]
We've yet to get the whole team on board with the cheer, but we're working on it.
I have to say, everyone up and down the lineup did a great job. We worked together as a team and became a sweaty force to be reckoned with. Extremely sweaty. Ohhh... memories of being nine. One lesson we all learned well today... Don't mess with Lindsey.
Back to the Gita again, which I’m still reading… I’m a terribly inconsistent reader. I pick up a book for like three pages at a time, in between two stops on the 6 train or for ten minutes right before bed. I think the only book I’ve ever really been hooked on to the point where I’d sit and read for hours on end was the Fountainhead.
Ok, so I’m sitting in DTUT at the moment and I can’t help but be distracted by one “open mike night” performer. I’m not sure if I can really explain the kind of… well… it’s a bit like a car accident. I don’t really want to keep looking, but I’m inexplicably drawn to it. This froggy looking dude has a deathgrip on his guitar and he’s bouncing back and forth between grindspitting his words through his mouth and lightly whispering. The material is touching a wide variety of areas, from violence to corporations. Its very uncomfortable to watch. The girl who runs it doesn’t seem like she’s exactly sure to take this, but I’m sure she’s hoping he doesn’t attempt to just go on forever. I wonder what would happen if he just continued singing this chopping corporate song all night. I’m pretty sure there are no bouncers at DTUT. Now the next guy is up, singing about “Maggots in the Eye of Love.” Oh brother. What ever happened to fuzzy pink bunnies?
Anyway… the Gita. The Bhagavhad Gita talks about two forces in your lives: “the upward thrust of evolution and the downward pull of our evolutionary past.” I agree with that and I’ll take it one step further by putting forth a derivative of that idea: We spend every moment of our lives either making more of ourselves or bringing ourselves down. What did you do today? Did you become something more by taking part in today, or are you less than you were for having experienced it?
DTUT ran out of green tea… in both of the brands that they carry. I didn’t know what else to choose. I picked oolong. Its garbage. I am a creature of habit, but my habits are thoughtfully chosen and they make me happy.
This is the fifth verse of the sixth chapter:
“Reshape yourself through the power of your will; never let yourself be degraded by self-will. The will is the only friend of the Self, and the will is the only enemy of the Self.”
Basically, your life is what you make of it. I’ve never been comfortable with the idea that the major influences on the outcome of my life were beyond my control. I believe in our ability to “reshape” ourselves out of sheer force of will. Without the ability to impact our lives in meaningful ways—for our own will to be the most meaningful influence in our lives, then we are just adrift. I don’t like the idea of being adrift.