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.
Recently, I was at lunch with some private equity folks and they asked me an interesting question... well, rather, they revealed that they couldn't quite get a handle on what it was that I wanted to do. They saw and appreciated the myriad of activities I had gotten myself into and couldn't quite paint a picture of how this was all fitting together and leading somewhere.
Its a legitmate point.
I also think its kind of interesting. You have some people out there with no goals and no requiste activities and obviously that's not too admirable. You have others who have goals but really don't do too much to actually pursue them, and to me, that's even less admirable, because they've identified targets, but out of sheer laziness or fear, fail to motivate themselves to reach them. Then, you've got other people who have goals, and, in fact, start out with those goals, based on little to no experience whatsoever, and then fully commit themselves to those goals. That almost reminds me of the "strong and wrong" concept. How many people go into investment banking or accounting, do all the things they need to do to get hired by Goldman Sachs or KPMG, and then soon realize that they had no idea what they were getting into, because it doesn't match the kind of lives they want to lead? Yet, by all measures, these were admirable and respected pursuits.
And then you've got where I am... pursuing, yet seemingly without goals. By my own admission, I do not have a singularity that I can neatly point to as my "goal." I have potential points of arrival, and each passing day collapses another Schrodinger wave function, narrowing the possibilities through my choices, even if I have no particular inclination towards a particular result. I become, therefore the end result of a series of choices based on particular inclinations, yet without an overall guiding inclination. Therefore, I am not "aimless" but I might be accurately called "without aim."
What of it? Does it matter? Wherein lies the potential problem? Well, if you were completely without an overarching plan around your activities, you run the risk of overextending yourself... committing to so much unrelated nonsense, all without synergy, that you fail to accomplish anything. Therefore, you need to draw the line between what fits and what doesn't. How to do this... Well, one could conceivably use this "goal" concept, but I'm not entirely sure that's the most effective. Most people will admit that there are many roads to Mecca, and so using a goal as your hard and fast line to figure out what belongs in your life doesn't seem like it would be devisive enough. Too many things could potentially lead you to your goals. There's no "one way" to be a banker. Some people major in History at Dartmouth and become bankers, while others are Finance majors at NYU Stern with a minor in math. No, what is really a much better way to draw the line on what makes it into your Palm pilot or not is your own natural affection for an activity. "Do what you love." While it may sound wishy washy, the average person doesn't love much of anything, if we're all honest with ourselves... I mean, real love... true passion. I have passion for new ideas. I have passion for working with people who love to learn. Sometimes, I find that in students. Other times, entreprenuers or VCs. The best VCs are undoubtedly lifelong students. So, while I might not have a definate end result in mind, pursuit of my passions have consciously and deliberately singled out certain activities over others. I could theorize where they might lead, given potential trajectory analysis, but to put forth those potentials as the overarching guiding principals in and of themselves would not only be inaccurate, it would also taint my natural ability to let my passions discern for themselves what I should be spending my time on. They would be tainted by my alligence to a "goal" and hesitation to readjust goals once they are chosen... for what is a goal that changes everyday? So, while my lack of a clear goal statement might confuse others and prevent them from catagorizing me, it also keeps my life as sincere as it has the potential to be. As long as I do what I love, I will love what I am doing... and with true love for something comes sincere motivation and the desire to excel (a word which has no cap, I might add), greatly over and above the desire to reach a goal, and then... well... stop.
Carlos Beltran is now a Met.
Beltran is simply the most exciting addition this franchise has made... EVER. That includes the trade for Mike Piazza. When Piazza joined the Mets, don't get me wrong, it was exciting, but he wasn't coming off the kind of postseason performance Beltran had. Carlos Beltran nearly carried the Astros on his shoulders into the World Series. Plus, unlike Piazza, he can field and he's much younger than Piazza.
You know what's even more exciting? Carlos Beltran was a Jesuit--he was on my fantasy team for the last two years. I got him last year for a paltry $23 bucks, which meant I got to keep him this year for $28, because I'm in a franchise league. Clearly one of the best fantasy signings ever. So, I've rooted for this guy... waiting for him to come up on SportsCenter every time I was out at a bar, checking the box scores on the net. When I watched the playoffs this year, I had a special kind of pride in Carlos Beltran... the kind of special pride that can only come from watching one of your fantasy guys succeed in the real world. Geeky? Perhaps, but hey, its 2005, and this is the bizarre state of the game for the internet generation. I'm a rotohead loser, so shoot me.
And yet, the press says that the Mets aren’t even done yet. There’s apparently an outstanding offer to Carlos Delgado on the table. Pedro, Beltran AND Delgado? That’s just nuts. Imagine this opening day lineup…
Now that’s potent with a capital M. :)
I feel behind in my posting over the weekend because of the "Spite Monkey."
The Spite Monkey is a irratating little critter who messes up your life in little annoying ways for his own personal amusement. Over the weekend, the Spite Monkey once again knocked out the cable internet connection to my whole building, and also delayed the installation of an amp to fix the problem. I can't even threaten Time Warner to jump for DSL b/c I don't have a land line and having one just for DSL is more expensive, PLUS I left DSL because the service was even worse.
After that, he crashed the hard drive on my work laptop, leaving it in FUBAR status. Unfortunately, my San Fran pics were on there (which was stupid on my part), but FORTUNATELY, I had uploaded my San Fran pics to Snapfish. You know, it kind of bugs me that I have to pay to get the hi-res images back, but, to be honest, I think this episode really underscores the need for some kind of online storage for photos. Snapfish will charge me 10 bucks to get a photo CD of 50 pics if I really want it and, to be honest, that's a better deal than paying for some kind of monthly file storage. I just like the option value of keeping all my stuff on my own drives. I thought maybe I would burn them to CDs, but then what if my apartment goes up in flames. (Perish the thought, but stuff like that happens, you know.)
I'm also thinking of scanning up a whole bunch of old letters, etc and uploading those to Snapfish. I have a love letter that my girlfriend from 8th grade wrote to me. You can't replace that kind of sappiness. Yes, truly, some document/photo archiving is in order.
The good thing is that GM was able to get me back up in running in a short amount of time. They had an image of my disk from September, so I have all my progams. It also has all of the spyware that I got rid of since Ad-aware came to the rescue, so I need to do that again. More posts to follow...