Night endlessly
Begins and ends

Counting Crows, "The Rain King"
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I only walk the same as everyone, but after all the dreaming, I'll come home again. I've been just idling the time away with baseball and ambigrams. I tried explaining a bit of the Red Sox pathos to a coworker, and she walked away uninterested, declaring that some people take things too seriously. Well, there's a lot of things that people take too seriously. Their commute; their job. There's a very Clerksian way to respond to all of it: shit or get off the pot.

I see nothing wrong with identifying with a sports team, particularly baseball, which really is the only American sport that's so conducive to conversation and introspection. It's pastoral in its roots and its simplicity, and while many find it boring to watch baseball on TV because of all the dead time, I find that the space between the highlights is filled with such purpose. On ESPN, you'll see Schilling throw the cutter in the dirt for the strikeout, but you won't see the 1-2 fastball low and outside, or the 2-2 high fastball that was fouled off. Strikeouts are the culmination of causes and effects, actions and reactions. This is the stuff I could form whole philosophies around, and it's right there on TV.

The rain has been really brutal, but only in the sense that the wind in my face really sucks, and the flooding on the streets makes riding the bike lane really shitty. Other than that, my ride is short enough where it's not an issue. I'm fortunate that I get to spend so much of my time sitting in a warm, comfortable bus, not worrying about the traffic, and giving me a welcome pause in a busy day.