and one fine morning…
Travel
and we’ll sing it back to you
May 23rd
I returned from London on Monday. It was a very different vacation than most that I have taken in the past. I think the best description is that each day can be subdivided into two days: solitary and not. Since B was TAing at the U Chicago GSB, he was working most of the day. O was working at UBS during the day as well, so I spent the morning and afternoons walking around, taking tours, looking at buildings and museums, and thinking. Some of the days, I visited B at work and read. In the evenings, when everyone was done with work, we’d go out and play. The bars in London close pretty early, which was a little bit frustrating, but not the end of the world.
The value of the trip, for me, was the thinking time, and quite nearly, a proof of concept for The Good Life. To put things in perspective, I’ll reflect on Wash U and my time there. In talking with my students this semester, I’ve fielded the question, “Do you miss Wash U?” quite a few times, and what I have realized is that I don’t miss St. Louis, the classes, or the campus. Rather, I miss the people, and being in a stimulating environment where people give a shit about the world: the bubble.
If satisfaction arises from immersing ourselves in good conversation and good people, why do we sometimes prioritize our careers over everything else? People will often move across the country to be with Deloitte or Goldman, but they won’t move across the country to be with the people who are most important to them. As my mother pointed out, ideally, you care enough about your work, and it is meaningful to you to the point that it truly is reasonable for us to move based on job pressures. But for quite a few others, a deeper satisfaction (at least at our age!) comes from our peers.
To that end, some of the most important people in my life are moving to Oakland. Should I go too?
I finished reading Peter F. Hamilton’s books in The Night’s Dawn Trilogy. I was very impressed. The books are filled with both scientific creativity, as well as ethical and spiritual reflection…not unlike Orson Scott Card’s Homecoming Saga. Maybe Hamilton has something really valuable to offer all people, or maybe his books are just coming at a particular time in my life where I see my future as pliable and inspiring. The following quotation is from the final book of the trilogy, The Naked God, and fits in nicely with Jared Diamond’s Collapse, which I finished today.
You don’t have to tell the rich and the educated, the privileged … It is the others you must convince, the ignorant masses, yet paradoxically, they are the ones hardest for you to reach. Theirs are the minds which, thanks to circumstance, have set and hardened against new concepts and ideas from an early age.
And compare with Von Mises:
If the small minority of enlightened citizens … do not succeed in winning the support of their fellow citizens … the cause of mankind and civilization is hopeless. There is no other means to safeguard a a propitious development of human affairs than to make the masses of inferior people adopt the ideas of the elite. This has to be achieved by convincing them. It cannot be accomplished by a despotic regime that instead of enlightening the masses beats them into submission. In the long run, the ideas of the majority, however detrimental they may be, will carry on. The future of mankind depends on the ability of the elite to influence public opinion in the right direction.
To me, both of these authors’ ideas speak directly at the young environmentalism movement.
yaar
Mar 24th
St. Louis, as expected, has refueled my ambition. It’s just a matter of time before Barry and I live in the same city.
*~アスタリスク~
Feb 22nd
Bleach 115 was awesome. I can’t wait for 116. Literally, I can’t wait. Maybe I will freeze myself until next week…
Running this week has been productive: around 15.5 miles so far this week. I hit the 100 mile mark for my running shoes too. Sweet! This weekend will be my first race. 10 miles, but still! I am way pumped. The last half mile of today’s run was especially sweet, when Toto – Africa came on.
I finished the South Africa part of the Adventures section of the website. I’m pumped about that. The other adventures are yet to be filled in. I mean, I have all the content ready. But it takes a while to trim all the pictures, create all the thumbnails and type up the journals. Anyway!
I registered for a trip to Israel through a nonprofit called Birthright. It’ll be the end of May through early June. It’s actually a free trip, which is sweet. I pay to get myself to NYC, and the rest of the 10 day tour is paid for, airfare and all. Thanks a ton to Gadi for organizing that and making sure I was on board. I seriously can’t wait!
we look good side by side
Nov 27th
Crazy. Where to start. Rosie and Julie were awesome guests. Thanksgiving with Dinarello and family was nuts. I love James Bond. Aspen for the weekend was wonderful.
I rate Casino Royale wholeheartedly a solid A. The dialogue was so classic-noir and clever, and the movie was finally based on character development instead of random techno-crap. The defining line between Mission Impossible and James Bond is that Bond is smart and resourceful. Mission Impossible is about techno-crap and well executed plans. Bond is about mystery and strategy and well executed spur-of-the-moment action. I walked out of Casino Royale with a shit eating grin plastered across my face, looking like Xavier and Ollie on a powder day. And I didn’t miss Q or the lack of gadgetry at all.
When Rosie and Julie left, my house was so quiet. It felt strange to come home and not be ready for an afternoon of driving around and accomplishing. A little empty, actually. Funny that while they were here, we didn’t go out at all due to lack of energy, and the first night they were gone, Brandon, Christian and I went out.
I think I want to drink more wine, and less beer.
Charles Dinarello is a badass. Being around him is truly inspiring, because he’s so unbelievably smart and full of random facts. He gave me an F for Judaism because I didn’t know who Raul Wallenberg was. Woops. I can confidently say that I know a lot of smart people, but Dinarello seems to be on a different level entirely. Maybe it’s the combination of smarts and wisdom, but he’s unbelievably stimulating. A role model in many ways. Something about his approval would be very gratifying.
Mike and I drove up to Aspen to meet Xav and the girls. I really like Mike. He’s such a solid guy. I met him for the first time in Cape Town, and now I think of him as a good friend. Between him and X, I think I’m beginning to see that running is something for which most people have the potential. I don’t necessarily want to run marathons, but seeing those guys do it makes me give it some serious thought. The rides to and from the Simcocks’ place in Aspen were so easy and short because we more or less had one long conversation each time. Actually, some of it was more a monologue on my part. Whatever.
We snowshoed up Aspen Highlands and kicked ass. I was pretty pumped because I only had a little trouble keeping up with the other dudes, and my new jacket kept me mega warm. I wouldn’t mind snowshoeing again sometime soon, actually, but I’d really rather be skiing. Saturday/Sunday this weekend, no question.

Seeing Rosie after so long was really cool. I didn’t really keep track of it over time, but I think I really grew to like her quite a bit in the past few months especially. Being around her is strange because it feels so natural and uninhibited…this is weird for me. I don’t usually just operate like that, so it is taking some getting used to; it’s not really something over which I have control, because it just sort of happens. It’s too bad Snowmass is 200 minutes away. Bleh. I think though that between concerts in Denver and skiing with X, I will be able to visit a fair amount. Maybe one day we will even be able to go on a proper date. Haha. That’ll be the day…
to write this down is means to reconcile
Nov 17th
I am pumped. Within the next week, lots of people are coming back home to Colorado or visiting Colorado for the first time. Rosie and Julie get in tonight from Cape Town after around 30 hours of travel. Mikey gets in next week, along with Xavier and Sullivan. Christian will be back too, which is mega bonus.
Yesterday I picked up my new glasses. I needed some that were cool, but less black-rimmed-nerdy like the ones I have. I like them very much!

I am trying to think of good ol’ American stuff to do to introduce these girls to the US. So far on the list are Casa Bonita and Old Country Buffet. Also, Bud Light beer and trucks. Probably take them to Red Rocks or maybe Roxborough. Downtown will be sweet, as well as the art museum. Obviously we will go to Pat’s too. I can’t think of anything else though, for the most part.
Derf Derf… Bort Shorts.
St. Louis last weekend was amazing. I got to hang out with Barry, Gadi and Mpls, which was so refreshing. I love those people. Barry and Gadi always bring me back to focus, through a very scatterbrained and chaotic method; they are crazy. Mpls and I haven’t seen eachother in probably 2 years, so it was awesome to hang with her. She has really grown up in so many ways. It’s weird to think how long ago it was that we first met. She was so confused and crazy back then, but so was I in many ways. I really want my One World shirt back though. It will need to be extradited…
Now I drive to the airport, in rush hour traffic. D:
Streetlight bend down, follow her home.
Oct 2nd
Memphis is the sort of place where the air wraps around your skin from the second your foot hits the airplane stairs. Working here sometimes feels like a vacation because I don’t have to think all day; I run my experiments and make idle conversation with the staff, but difficult processing never enters into the equation. And at the end of the day, I find myself bereft of work to do. I don’t know anyone here and I eat my meals alone – this is ok. Sometimes when I take vacations to places where cells don’t work, I feel very disconnected at first. Memphis feels the same, even with operational cellular, but the disconnect quickly fades to a calm feeling of freedom…from responsibility, social obligation and the ubiquitous conversation/interaction.
It’s autumn here, which means it’s 80 F outside so people talk about the cold weather. Sometimes I imagine a Denver-style mega blizzard dumping half a meter on the entire South and grin about what I think might happen. I shouldn’t laugh though…a lot of nice people would die. As today’s morning donor said when I asked him how he was doing, “Another day that I can say ‘I woke up this morning.’”
Accents make me enjoy listening to otherwise meaningless speech. When i was on the train in the Denver airport, I heard a man talking with a lady about her daughter’s speech therapy. The ol’ are/awe car/caw conundrum. What sound does a lion make? WAAW! “Apparently,” remarked the mother, “at her age, not being able to say ‘are’ instead of ‘awe’ is indicative of a developmental disorder.” The man said she sounded like a good Bostonian. This of course gave me the idea to write an open letter to the city of Boston:
To whom it may concern: (This means you, Massachussetts)
Recent evidence now allowed experts to conclude what the rest of us, for years, have already taken for granted: you all (Memphis: all ya’ll) are suffering from a developmental disorder. Symptoms include, but are not limited to:
•your accent
•your driving
•your Tea Party
•your excessive number of universities – like a new sportscar to match a 45 year old bald spot: who are you fooling?!
Lifeblood, where I’m working, is near enough to the Souther College of Optometry, that I often eat lunch in the “20/20 cafe.” I wanted to talk to the students today, but got too shy, so I watched them eat and thought of funny things to say, such as:
“Looking good, ladies…” (add wink and “get it?!” for bonus points)
“Yeah, the Southern College of Optometry isn’t the greatest school, but it was the first that caught my eye…”
I’m kinda hoping Barry will have some good ideas on this subject…he’s always had a good eye for Optometry puns.
When I eat alone, I often fantasize that I will just sit down at a table with another person who is also ensconsed in the solitude of business travel. I never do it, but I think about it. They’re really everywhere, these people. You never really notice them when you’re not alone, because your eyes have counterparts across the table to distract you from looking at everyone in the room. But we’re there. We eat fast and maybe read or make a phone call, and then disappear with a flash of the corporate card. Someday I’ll connect with another one. We’ll sit and talk about what he does and what I do, and then we’ll part ways and retreat to rental cars and hotel rooms to sleep until we smell our continental breakfasts through the crack under the card-access doors of our respective hotels.






