The shameful news is in - the USA didn't win a single World Cup game.
Only one other team shared this cellar rating: Japan. And things seemed
so promising when we beat Brazil in the playoffs - last year's winner!
Feeling lethargic; been unable to get back in to my usual workout
rhythm. This morning the early alarm went off, but I was unable to
motivate. I think I need a new gym - my current options on-base
depress me, but there's nothing else available so geographically
A visitor is coming - email from G advises he's being sent out here in a few weeks
for training at Oracle, up the peninsula in Redwood City.
WARNING: Potential Gross-Out
In ninth grade my friend Doug turned me on: we would get boxes of these translucent red gelatin
capsules at the pet store - the product was for ridding your animal of
worms, and it was called "NEMA." (White box, brownish-purple stripe.)
Inside of the capsules was a clear liquid which smelled similar to
acetone or dry cleaning solvent. You take a lunch-sized paper bag,
place a napkin or paper towel in the bottom, soak it with the Nema
liquid, and breath through the bag like you're sniffing glue. After
a short while hallucinations are experienced, along with a sound
Doug called the "wong-wongs". His hallucination always involved being
chased through the Time Tunnel by a turtle or a frog; in my own, exterior
details increased to abstraction. For several moments you're completely
separated from reality. This activity was preliminary to pot-smoking;
we didn't get ahold of any actual weed until the next year - all we had
was tobacco. Speaking of which, today is my ten-year anniversary - that's
how long I've been free of the pack-a-day cigarette habit, already beginning
in the ninth grade. Smoking one now's almost entirely unpleasant - head-sweaty,
and a sensation like a blow to the chest.