Season Ticket Review – The first step to recovery

December 15th, 2006

“He really brought a lot of energy. He’s one of those guys that you could wake up at three o’clock in the morning and say, ‘Let’s go play 48 minutes’ and he could do it.” -Sioux Falls coach Mo McHone, after newly-allocated guard Vincent Grier scored 21 points in his first game with the Skyforce on Thursday.

Skyforce

Game 4: December 14th, 2006

Arkansas RimRockers (6-2) at Sioux Falls Skyforce (3-4)

That was the word on the street, after all – we picked up a great player and didn’t lose anything in the process. And now the Sioux Falls Skyforce looks better than they have all year.

Yeah – we won this game quite handily. In fact, we nearly blew the RimRockers out, which is quite a surprise considering they came into the game with a five game winning streak.

(And while I’m thinking about it – Kerrie had a good point. Doesn’t RimRockers sound kind of filthy? Like the team was named after some gross sexual act involving a sphincter? Is that really necessary in professional basketball?)

While Grier had a great game, our starting point guard Frank Williams had a horrible one – 10% shooting and only three points (though he had eight assists.) I felt kind of bad for him. Thankfully, the rest of the team picked it up for him – the Skyforce shot over 50% as a team, and Always Foulin’ Joe Dabbert made it through his five minutes of play without a foul. The stars were aligned. The Skyforce looked unstoppable.

Before the game, we were treated to our first repeat National Anthem singer – one of the fastest we’ve heard. I mean, we’re talking 60 seconds, tops. He barely took a breath. This is often a good sign for the game – a longer Anthem-ist tends to get the game off to a slow start.

The refs, as they have been all year, were horrible. Of the three, two could barely make a decision on his (or her) own without consulting the full referee crew. One call – a goaltending – was reversed, but the reversal resulted in a technical foul for the RimRockers and then a jump ball at mid court. Later on, a jump ball was suddenly ruled a backcourt violation.

The problem with D-League refs is that they are in training for the big leagues. You’d think this would mean a highly competitive arena where referees tried to do their best – and, truthfully, they probably do. However, what we’re seeing every game is a group of young, green referees that are trying to break into the top ranks, mixed with a second group of older referees that have never really been good enough to call truly professional games – and probably never will be. The D-Leauge is a practice space for future NBA refs. Unfortunately, that means WE have to put up with horrible calls and terrible indecision.

But as the referees become more and more green, the presentation becomes a little more professional. Our little D-League team seems to be getting some help from above, right down to the advertisements. Apparently, the full slate of promotions were finally delivered from the league office, as we had rolling Adidas (official shoe of the NBA), NBA D-League Cares, and Gatorade signs throughout the night.

The league is even getting some truly high-profile players. Former #2 overall pick and Dukie Jay Williams, who has been out for years after a near-fatal motorcycle accident, made his triumphant return to organized basketball with a 14 point, 9 assist (30% shooting, 11 turnover) game. If it weren’t for Yao Ming, Williams would have been the #1 pick in the draft, would be playing for the Rockets (instead of the horrible Bulls) and might have had a different contract – one that forbade motorcycle riding as a million dollar player.

Of course, those are the breaks in life. Your decisions dictate your future. From the heights of the NBA, an outstanding college player is reduced to playing for the worst team in the D-League, the 0-7 Austin Toros.

It’s not uncommon. Look at Frank Williams. Look at Randy Livingston. Look at P.J. Ramos. All had bright futures. And now, they’re all fighting for a return to the normal – an encore on the big stage. They’re playing at top form every night just for a chance to show that they still have it, and they’re doing it just a rung below the players they’re trying to displace – a quick, straight shot to the big time.

Without the D-League, what else would they have?

Skyforce 105, Arkansas 93


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Issues Considered: Basketball, Sioux Falls Skyforce, Sports

Sioux Falls Blogger Meet-up

December 14th, 2006

Who blogs in Sioux Falls?

We’ll find out soon enough — the first ever Sioux Falls Blogger Meet-up has been scheduled by the kids at Fresh Glue and Gadgetopia. And even if they forgot to include you on the e-mail, you’re invited:

Sioux Falls Blogger Meet-up
Monday, December 18th – 8:00 PM

Scooter’s Coffeehouse
(5009 S. Western Ave., Suite 240 – Click for Google Maps)
That’s the corner of 57th and Western, just south of Bracco.

I’m pretty excited, actually — I’ve always been jealous of the blogs that get groups of people together to talk about, well, whatever. So, if you’re a blogger, come on down. Let’s discuss whatever it is we bloggers think about.

Like ourselves, for instance.

And if you have a random, often wandering personal blog, come keep me company. I fear there isn’t much room in popular blogdom for non-specific “this-is-my-life” blogs. We need all the help we can get.


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Issues Considered: Blogging, Meta, Sioux Falls

Granted, it’s e-mail…

December 14th, 2006

e-mailThere are things that we all take completely for granted. We all have at least one. We don’t notice the point that it disappears, but at some point we become aware of the gaping hole that has been left by its departure.

Sometimes it’s something serious – a relationship, a feeling, oxygen. Most of the time, however, it’s something we could easily live without. Sure, we don’t want to live without it, but we don’t realize its importance until it’s no longer around.

This happened to me at work today when our e-mail server went down. We all experienced this loss, and it affected different people different ways. Account managers lost e-mails that were coming from important clients, leading to lengthy phone conversations and sincere apologies. Designers never received instructions, and therefore didn’t get a chance to start projects, effectively losing a day of deadline time in the process.

And me? Well, I received very little e-mail all day. Then, near the end of the day, I received a flood – every e-mail that Kerrie had sent over the past two days, a wave of client and account manager messages, and a sudden influx of spam and Chapter A Day installments of Pride and Prejudice (which I haven’t yet received, even though I’m apparently on chapter 16.)

At the day’s start, I barely noticed that my e-mail wasn’t working. As the day wore on, the doubts crept in. Eventually, I was wondering how I ever get through a workday without it. By the time I was getting ready to leave (after a day of slow work and little communication) I was frantically attempting to catch up.

I take e-mail for granted – the invention itself and the ease it brings to my life. As a self-contained practicing writer, I find that face to face, vocal contact is tedious and shaky. Now, I e-mail everything. It’s the new telephone – the only contact I have with the outside world while sitting at my desk. I barely know how to answer the phone system around here. But e-mail? I can crank those out like no one’s business.

Yes, there’s a moral – don’t take life’s simple things for granted. Pepper Jack cheese, a warm basement, and e-mail. Oh, precious e-mail.


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What I’ve Been Reading — Best of 2006

December 13th, 2006

It’s time again for another round of self-serving, “look at how great my reading talents are,” Top 10 and Best of the Year book lists. After all, it’s nearly 2007.

And, in keeping with the tradition of following the lit-blog pack in nearly everything, I’m prepared to throw out my Top 10 books of the year.

You may be asking, “Why are they all thrown out there? Why not write considerably on each title, dissecting and analyzing each selection in an effort to create a primer on Corey Vilhauer’s reading for the past year?” Well, mainly, because I’ve already written about them in my monthly column. So instead, you get short snippets.

As I mentioned in my 2005 year-end column, you’ll find that this isn’t the typical “best of 2006” list. In fact, I believe I read only two books that were published in 2006 or were, at least, eligible for 2006 book awards.

Welcome, my friends, to my literary All-Star team. The Best of the Best of What I’ve Been Reading for the year 2006 (including December 2005.)

These are in alphabetical order with (publication dates in parentheses.)

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Everything is IlluminatedJonathan Safran Foer – Everything is Illuminated (2002)
Reviewed March 2006

Mr. Foer, who is widely thought of as a “clever” writer, a moniker that often leads to scorn around the more bitter, vitriolic book reviewers, has in the space of one year become one of my favorite writers. You see, I like clever books. I love books that have twists and are written a little differently and are filled with pseudo-real moralistic tales and involve different voices and styles from chapter to chapter. And I love books that involve a great search, where secrets are unveiled one by one, weaving together a hidden story that reveals an unearthly history. I liked Everything is Illuminated. A lot.

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Extremely Loud and Incredibly CloseJonathan Safran Foer — Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (2005)
Reviewed April 2006

Which brings us to Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Where Illuminated is a history written both in forward motion and in reverse, ELIC is a series of personal survival stories that eventually converge onto one person – young Oskar, a boy whose own life is scarred by the failed survival of his father. It’s one of the first novels to deal with 9/11, but it’s not about that as much as it’s about the strength of fatherhood, the importance of family, and the heartbreak of failed expectations. I managed to read all of Foer’s books this year, but none struck me quite like ELIC.

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To Kill a MockingbirdHarper Lee – To Kill a Mockingbird (1960)
Reviewed February 2006

In South Dakota, we participated in The Big Read. Our chosen book was an old high school standby – To Kill a Mockingbird. Throughout the month, while reading TKAM, we were bombarded with a variety of Mockingbird activities, including panels, book clubs, and free food. We were spurred along by the original Gregory Peck film, and the timing of Capote’s release helped fuel TKAM’s timeliness. Because of all this commotion, I rediscovered a classic that I didn’t pay much attention to during high school. One can overanalyze a book, especially in high school literature. By re-reading Mockingbird I discovered the simplicity and beauty that I had missed the first time around.

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AtonementIan McEwan – Atonement (2002)
Reviewed May 2006

Even though McEwan is under fire for plagiarizing sections of Lucille Andrews’ No Time For Romance, I still have no qualms in choosing Atonement to be on this list. Why? Because I feel McEwan’s prose to be brilliant – densely packed and filled with wonderful turns of phrase. Atonement is about the stupid mistakes a young girl can make, and the consequences it can have far into the future. It’s a story that is fueled by deceit and misunderstanding – two acts that often linger over a novel until the end, creating tenseness that is rarely achieved properly throughout a book. In Atonement, it is done well. And regardless who wrote it, it’s in the top ten.

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Black Swan GreenDavid Mitchell – Black Swan Green (2006)
Reviewed September 2006

I was a dorky, nerdy kid in school. For this reason, I felt a deep connection with the kids in Black Swan Green – the children that are awkwardly trying to grow into their bodies, and ultimately, their lives. Black Swan Green, which was nominated for the Booker Prize, captures the horribleness of being unpopular in school – right down to the inexhaustible fear and anxiety that persists day by day. The story isn’t all sadness and pain, however. In fact, what seems improbable at the beginning of the book comes true by the end – the protagonist’s ultimate rise from geek to savior. Of course, it’s all bitterly stomped away by the prospect of moving and starting all over again. Too bad.

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Other ElectricitiesAnder Monson – Other Electricities (2005) — Reviewed March 2006

The icy cold of both the landscape and the characters sets a Twin Peaks-esque scene for Ander Monson’s Other Electricities. I pulled this book from the Litblog Co-op’s 2005 Read This pile and was surprised how much I liked it. What’s amazing is that every short story overlaps and strengthens each of its counterparts until, by the end, the individual sections form a complete book. And the Twin Peaks comparisons aren’t made lightly – this book has a lot in common with the creepy television show, including the loss of a Beauty Queen and a collective mourning for everything she represented. Brilliant.

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Like LifeLorrie Moore – Like Life (1990)
Reviewed January 2006

I’ve said many times before how much I enjoy short story collections. Lorrie Moore is one of my favorites, and so obviously Like Life makes the list. I discovered Lorrie in two ways – first, she was mentioned as one of Nick Hornby’s first influences, almost to the point of plagiarism himself, and second, she was included as one of David Sedaris’ favorite short story writers. I put one and one together and ended up with a great book in my collection. I just couldn’t put it down.

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GileadMarilynne Robinson – Gilead (2004)
Reviewed July 2006

I’ve written about and analyzed Gilead more than I care to admit, especially with Marilynne Robinson’s visit this past September. But with all of the flowing review-ese aside, Gilead is one of the most simple, yet beautifully written novels I’ve ever picked up. And, it won the Pulitzer in 2004. So it has pedigree as well. For those who didn’t pay attention the first few times, Gilead is constructed as a journal from an older father to his grade school son. The father – a pastor in small-town Iowa – comes to grips with his own mortality, his inability to fully watch his son’s childhood, and his own grudges and biases in a way that is strangely cleansing. The style changes the way one reads, effectively slowing the reader down and forcing a leisurely pace.

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The Grapes of WrathJohn Steinbeck – The Grapes of Wrath (1939)
Reviewed August 2006

Never before has the plight of the dispossessed seemed so important. With The Grapes of Wrath, Steinbeck’s classic Dust Bowl epic, the Okies get the center stage they deserved, one that holds the injustices and bad luck that followed them around up to the light for the entire world to examine. And while one might think that these stories have lost their weight, that modern culture has cut Steinbeck’s novel off at the knees, it’s simply not the case. The Grapes of Wrath is just as important today as it was in the 40s. In fact, you can’t deny the similarities between the Dust Bowl’s mass exodus and New Orleans’ migration of displaced people. Bad luck, injustice – it’s all pretty much parallel.

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McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern #13Chris Ware (editor) – McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern #13 (2004)
Reviewed June 2006

I somehow missed the comic phenomenon when I was younger. But, after receiving McSweeney’s #13 in the mail (the Comic Issue, with a wonderful cover penned by Special Editor Chris Ware) the fire was rekindled slightly. This is the issue that forced me to rethink my ban on McSweeney’s – the issue that caused me to not only resubscribe to The Believer after a subscription mess up, but also caused me to subscribe to MORE than I had before bargained for – the McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern literary publication. And it was all well founded – this book is beautifully bound, with hundreds of full color prints, articles from some of the most well known authors and graphic artists, and simply packed to the gills with today’s important comic creators. If you want to get into modern comics and graphic novels, get this first. You won’t be disappointed.

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Honorable Mentions: To stretch this out to twenty, I’ve added the ten that barely made the list. I feel such remorse, because these books were also rather good. Just not good enough.

From the Penguin Pockets 70th Anniversary Box Set, I found two short short-story collections that went far and above the modest size they portrayed. Jorge Luis Borges is not unknown to the literary masses, but he was new to me. I loved his collection of alternative-reality stories in Mirror of Ink. Also, Melissa Bank’s The Worst Thing a Suburban Girl Could Imagine reminded me of everything I loved about short stories.

Ali Smith’s The Accidental and Roddy Doyle’s A Star Called Henry were both very good, but not at the level I’d expected. Both of them are recommended, but don’t go into either one with the lofty expectations I had heaped upon them.

The Thinking Fan’s Guide to the World Cup (edited by Matt Weiland and Sean Wilsey) brought together a cornucopia of essayists and authors to describe the 32 countries that had put a team in the 2006 World Cup. It was a wonderful, timely way to prepare for the tournament, even if Italy did end up winning it all in a boring, Italian-like fashion.

2006 marked the start of my trek through The Essentials, and loved all 600 pages of the first selection – Victor Hugo’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame, especially the richly detailed character studies and scene set-ups therein. And, while not on The Essentials list, John Steinbeck struck again with Cannery Row – another tale of the drunks that lived around his fictitious Monterey.

Hunter S. Thompson is what he is, but he’s at his best (in my mind) when he’s talking about sports and gambling. Which is probably why I loved Hey Rube, his collection of ESPN.com Page Two articles. In other sports, Michael Lewis failed to live up to Moneyball (and how could he?) but still put together a very entertaining look into high school football and the less-fortunate souls who try to make it with The Blind Side.

Finally, David Sedaris told me (well, all of us who saw him at the Washington Pavilion this past Spring) to buy Jean Thompson’s short story collection Who Do You Love? So I did. It was great. I recommend it fully.

(And not to mention the Maus collection, which should be on the top ten but didn’t count in this year’s list. I’d read it before, and I’m not going to count re-reads because, well, there are just too many other books to worry about counting.)

Whew. That’s it. Next year? Probably a lot more “classics,” both ancient and modern. That’s the plan anyway.

Now, I’ve got a book club to prepare for. Please shut the door behind you when you leave.


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Issues Considered: Books, Literature, What I've Been Reading

The roads oft travelled

December 12th, 2006

I’ve got a great idea. At least, it’s a great idea if you’re into reading about someone’s travel thoughts and experiences.

What is the one constant to every traveler? It’s not the experiences, and it’s not the sights (which change and evolve with consumer needs, are closed at night, and are seasonably run). It’s the roads. We might not see or feel the same things, but we travel the same paths to get there.

So I thought it would be fun to, periodically, travel down those roads again. I will take one road – Champs Elysees, Pike Street, Franklin Avenue, Whitehall – and break it down, remembering my experiences, the great spots, the anecdotes, etc. It will be a way to connect an entire lifetime of experience into something structurally solid – a single road, serving as a line between two points of interest.

This is more of an announcement of future posts. These will be coming soon. One a month? Whenever I feel like it? Yes. Something like that. Look for them soon.


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Issues Considered: Blogging, Meta, The Roads Oft Traveled, Travel

Steinbeck on Random – 12.11.06

December 11th, 2006

I really should be doing this more often – it’s a lot of fun. Unfortunately, I forget all about it.

Oh well. Let’s shuffle.

1. Metallica – “Ride the Lightning”
Ride the Lightning

Oh, what a pleasant surprise! The same day that Eric of Letters to Keith Law brings up one of our oldest inside jokes – a hilarious, drunken line from James Hetfield himself (courtesy of A Year and a Half in the Life of Metallica), I am treated to one of the oldest (and, admittedly, the cheesiest) of Metallica’s catalog, the brilliant “Ride the Lightning.”

RtL was always one of my favorite Metallica albums, primarily because I played dorky games like Final Fantasy and loved the idea that the first three songs dealt with Fire, Ice, and Lightning – the three magic classes of…blah blah blah. Sorry. I just realized what I was typing about. And how lame it sounds.

Um… Long Live Metal!

2. Utah Phillips & Ani Difranco – “Direct Action”
Fellow Workers

The voice of grizzled folkster Utah Phillips, when combined with the music of Ani Difranco, gives life to hundreds of Guthrie-esque stories about unions, the dusty California legacy, and the plight of a downtrodden working class. You’re just as likely to hear something seemingly ripped from the pages of Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle as you are to hear a story about a drunken bum.

Either way, it’s a great combination that I don’t listen to often enough. Unfortunately, these songs often get skipped when they show up on random. That’s too bad – I should be enjoying the voice, both of Utah Phillips and of the characters he brings to mind.

3. Bad Religion – “The Gray Race”
The Gray Race

This is the second titular song to be featured today. Amazingly enough, it comes from the band I called my “favorite” after growing out of my previous “favorite” band – Metallica. So, naturally, the next titular song will be from The Get Up Kids, and then after that, Modest Mouse.

Boy, I’ve had a wide array of favorite bands, and I’m not all that proud of The Get Up Kids.

Oh. This is also the only Bad Religion album I ever possessed on the release date. Everything else I picked up years after it had been released. Such is the life of liking a band after their major label debut, then scrambling to pick up everything the band had recorded.

4. The Soundtrack of Our Lives – “The Flood (instrumental)”
The Flood

I’m not sure I’ve ever listened to this song. TSOOL was offering songs from their older singles and EPs for free on their site, so I downloaded them. And now, here it is.

5. Gorillaz – “Every Planet We Reach is Dead”
Demon Days

The Gorillaz. Or, as I call them, That Other Band with the Guy from Blur.

I’ve always liked the radio hits – the upbeat, fun songs that, without fail, get stuck in my head for days at a time. The Gorillaz, as a band, has the ability to be impossibly catchy and addicting. However, sometimes they throw a slow yawner into the mix, and this is one of them. It picks up at the end, but it’s instantly forgettable.

6. Van Morrison – “Here Comes the Night”
The Best of Van Morrison

Van Morrison is one of those “Musicians I Know I Should Appreciate More,” and this album was supposed to be my guide down that path of appreciation. Unfortunately, I haven’t spent much time with it, and I’m still as empty with awe as I originally was.

It’s not like I don’t like Van Morrison…it’s just that I don’t know anything about him. I like a few of the songs, but when a song like this comes up, and I’m hearing it for what seems like the first time (even though I know I’ve listened to it before) I realize I have a lot of work to do. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll never capture the awe.

7. Blackalicious – “Ego Sonic Wardrums”
The Craft

Blackalicious is one of my favorites when it comes to lyrical quality. With that said, this song is annoying. It’s filled with clever lyrics, but it’s so droning, so long, and doesn’t even really pick up until about four minutes in. There’s a difference between being a lyrical master and being a guy that crafts long masturbatory songs just because you have the talent to do it.

8. Van Morrison – “Wild Night”
The Best of Van Morrison

A repeat from an album already mentioned. I don’t need to say any more about it, except that this song became wildly popular as a John Cougar Mellencamp song (or had he dropped the Cougar by then?) and rocketed Me’shell Ndegeocello into the Name Recognition category.

And then, just like that, she dropped back out of it.

9. Cat Power – “Lived in Bars”
The Greatest

Cat Power (Chan Marshall), for all her beauty and soulful warbling, can come across as a rather depressing songwriter. “Lived in Bars” is a perfect example. It’s beautiful. It’s soulful. It’s a little depressing.

I’d like a description of the lyrics – the song seems to reference a great deal of “I’m so sorry you’re old, here are thoughts on growing old and not living your vital life anymore,” but the meaning could be much more complex. If anyone knows, let me know.

10. Atmosphere – “Gotta Lotta Walls”
Seven’s Travels

Seven’s Travels, I’ve realized over the past couple months, is twice the album that its follow-up You Can’t Imagine How Much Fun We’re Having.

This song, as any good Atmosphere track, delves inside Slug’s head, constructing yet another metaphor for his complicated mind. We all have problems, but very few are willing to talk about them, let alone lay them out for all to see and match them to a beat. “Gotta Lotta Walls” is one of my favorites from this album for that reason – it’s so open, yet so oppressive, as if we weren’t supposed to be viewing Slug’s problems. I almost feel like apologizing.


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Issues Considered: Music, Steinbeck on Random

On evenings

December 8th, 2006

I used to work nights. Eight months ago, I started working days. Besides the obvious advantages to getting off work at five, I’ve discovered something I never thought I’d really care about. The evening. More specifically, an evening without plans.

An evening without plans – without worry, without obligations, without any sort of merit whatsoever – might be the greatest and most overlooked thing in life. I’m still becoming accustomed to the nights when I have nothing to do – when I can sit around and catch up on whatever it is I might want to catch up on.

Before, what seems like an entire career ago, I didn’t have evenings. I couldn’t enjoy the end of the day, because the end of the day involved getting home from work and going to sleep. My evenings were had during the day, from when I woke up until I went to work, and those evenings were punctuated by a hanging cloud of dread.

Now, I don’t dread my job. I don’t mind going to bed, getting up the next day, etc. I’ve had a night to recharge. And, it’s freed up a world of leisure opportunities.

I always meant to make use of my waking day hours, but I couldn’t. There are things that my body just can’t wrap itself around before work – things that only make sense as an after work activity. I couldn’t drag myself to the YMCA to work out. I couldn’t comprehend watching movies at noon, or reading, or doing anything except vegging out on the Internet for three hours before pushing myself into the car and on to work.

I’m a different person now. I feel free, as if a whole world has opened up in front of me. I’m gradually learning its ins and outs – even after eight months. Sure, I still manage to fill my evenings with activities – with television and books and sports and friends and exercising and all of the other boring things that a pseudo-suburban neo-yuppie does. But it’s the nights that I have nothing to do – a complete freedom from 5PM to 11PM – that I realize how important it is to take the night off and forget about work.

Here’s to evenings. Let them always be empty and fruitless.


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