I love mornings. I tell most people I'm a "morning person" simply because I'm more productive at that time (which is true), but the hidden bonus must be the ability to move through the world before anyone else can; there's no loneliness, because everyone is there -- they're just sleeping. In a terribly vulnerable, susceptible state.
I went to debate for the first time in probably two months yesterday, with only the intention of watching (like always), and somehow managed to end up in a round with two debaters heading off to the World Championships come December. That actually doens't matter much. What matters (to me, at least) is that I found you really can win without being bitchy, condescending, or arrogant. Heck, I know next to nothing about third-world debt relief (besides what Lemche mentioned in Econ 310 and one really bad round at the Calgary Pro-Am last year), but at least I didn't have to call other people incompetent to get my point across! For someone that spends too much time worrying about the future, it's nice to find out that Atticus Finch doesn't have to be a fiction. To be theoretically precise, it's nice to find evidence that the this cynical postmodern age can still have elements of the carnivalesque, which to me is not depressing at all.
And hey, Andrew! Thanks for some good coffee-chatting and tab-bashing. Beanery muffins are a bit on the sweet and sticky side, but it was a welcome relief from my need for academic productivity. Not to mention relief from the sense of impending doom that comes from the realization that school is becoming a tad bo-ring...but nobody tell Dan, he'll never stop bugging me about that.
I went to debate for the first time in probably two months yesterday, with only the intention of watching (like always), and somehow managed to end up in a round with two debaters heading off to the World Championships come December. That actually doens't matter much. What matters (to me, at least) is that I found you really can win without being bitchy, condescending, or arrogant. Heck, I know next to nothing about third-world debt relief (besides what Lemche mentioned in Econ 310 and one really bad round at the Calgary Pro-Am last year), but at least I didn't have to call other people incompetent to get my point across! For someone that spends too much time worrying about the future, it's nice to find out that Atticus Finch doesn't have to be a fiction. To be theoretically precise, it's nice to find evidence that the this cynical postmodern age can still have elements of the carnivalesque, which to me is not depressing at all.
And hey, Andrew! Thanks for some good coffee-chatting and tab-bashing. Beanery muffins are a bit on the sweet and sticky side, but it was a welcome relief from my need for academic productivity. Not to mention relief from the sense of impending doom that comes from the realization that school is becoming a tad bo-ring...but nobody tell Dan, he'll never stop bugging me about that.
