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Now seems like a very appropriate time to post my notes on Po Bronson’s book, What Should I Do with My Life.
Here is a link to my flickr collection. I have some reflection to do on this topic, as well.
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I ran and completed the Houston marathon a few years back in a little over 5.5 hours. It was barely too slow to count as an “official” finish, but the blisters and delerium I felt were my proof.
I spent many an early Sunday morning training, while all my friends were sleeping, jogging around the Montrose neighborhood, down to Memorial park and back… building up my mileage, one unqualified step at a time. Those were wonderful “me” times.
Wendy, Alex, and Mike all woke up with me that early Sunday morning to cheer me on. They were at the corner of Brown, my residential college as I passed by, cocky.
They were guiltily standing by with McDonald’s that I didn’t even notice as I lagged behind the main pack down Memorial Drive, my bravado having been beaten out of me by that unrelenting course.
That’s when Alex Bain joined me to run through the final six, horrific miles. He told me I was talking to myself, spitting, and crying.
I barely remember any of that… I had no business out there. I realized this as the woman pulling along a respirator passed by.
However, I do remember the euphoria of rounding the corner and the sudden burst of sprinting energy. Then I knew… somehow… somehow I did it. And I did belong out there with my arms raised high.
It’s like being completely dead and alive at the exact same time.
I bought these shoes the summer before and used them through all my training and during the marathon itself.
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Maybe I’m a jerk for saying so and maybe this makes me the guy that plays the fiddle as his city burns down…
However.
For crying out loud, take a long, deep breath and settle down, people
I can maybe… maybe understand the mass exodus from Houston going on right now, but the long lines, messy traffic, and run on bread and bottled water I saw as I stopped in at the grocery store this morning, in AUSTIN, is just downright obnoxious.
If it makes you feel better to board up your windows in Round Rock and huddle in your underground bomb shelters off of South Congress then by all means, knock yourself out.
Yes. It’s going to rain. Yes. It’s going to rain very, very hard (maybe). We’ll see some flooding. Don’t be stupid. Don’t drive around so much (especially through running water). Deal with not having internet access for a few hours should the power go out.
However, we are not on the coast. We are not New Orleans. Apocolypse is not happening on my watch, despite what all the overly cautious “leaders” and ratings-grabbing media claim.
Monday, you better plan on going in to work. “Rainy Day” is not usually a good excuse.
Pssst. Look around. This is a minor, minor glimpse of what mass hysteria and panic feels like. I don’t like it. It brings out the worst in people; it depresses our collective consciousness.
Cut it out.
Live in terror, and live in fear? If we go on this way, we’ve already let Rita win.
And if it IS the End of the World? Well. You may as well party like there’s no tomorrow.<!–break–>
Huge Austinist party: September 24, 8:00 PM Velvet Spade (912 Red River St). Please invite everyone you know.
Saturday happens to be my birthday and there is a party.
Help me celebrate by coming out to this bash thrown by my fellow austinist cadre and invite all of your friends:
Huge Austinist party: September 24, 8:00 PM Velvet Spade (912 Red River St)
8/19/2005 – took down wiki for now
So I’m trying a little experiment.
I’ve launched a wiki here as my online sketchbook of half-baked ideas.
It’s not meant to be for communities to collaborate, but for me to roast ideas before they make it to the blog.
http://wiki.davidnunez.com
In particular, here are more thoughts related to Wiki as a sketchbook.
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