Extreme ways I know move apart
The colors of my sea
Perfect colored me
Moby, "Extreme Ways"
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If you don't know about
Bill Simmons, I highly recommend checking him out on ESPN Page2. He was right up there with Ralph Wiley as far as top writers, and it's always fun to hear him talk about random pop cultural references that you would never drop in normal conversation, like how "Just One Of The Guys" was one of my favorite movies of the 80's, or how I've got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell. But at the same time, it's kind of disconcerting to see how the cowbell and Shawshank references have taken away their power in my life. Shawshank, for example, is a fine movie, but it's no longer the bastion of hope and triumph that I'd once thought it was, specifically because it's so prevalent in normal parlance. It was so much better when it was my little secret.
I had some good conversations last night with Heather and my father regarding the sentence. It was frustrating sitting outside of the sports store near the theater trying to have serious conversations, and meanwhile the long tolling of bells continually interrupts you. It's not really the 8 month sentence that bothers me, since I've been through 4 years of Caltech. (And it sure beats being stuck in Iraq for a year. Tell me, who's free?) My coworker's new nickname for me is "Ron the Con," but my favorite nickname so far comes from Heather's coworkers: "EnRon".
Day Two
Saw a movie in a theater.
I bought Bourne Identity the day before with the intent of showing it to Jacob so that we could watch the sequel in the theater. I'll be honest, I really never had a flair for watching action flicks until I met Jacob, primarily because he and I seem to have the same taste in action movies. It's all about the pacing.
The DVD came with a ticket to see Bourne Supremacy, so it's as if I bought the DVD for $10. This is considered a Good Deal (tm). I think the sequel isn't as good as the first because it's more about vengeance rather than escape, which is always more compelling. Also, the camera work was like a rabbit on crack. I haven't felt that nauseous watching a movie on the big screen since "Blair Witch Project." Tread lightly.
