Can drugs make you a better drummer?
What other possible explanation is there for my getting 93% on Expert on “Let Love Rule”?
What other possible explanation is there for my getting 93% on Expert on “Let Love Rule”?
Had an anxious day. I doubt it was the coffee, since I was getting this way without coffee before, and I had coffee and tea without feeling all shaky and dodgy.
It didn’t last all day, which was promising.
Had a few people comment that I’m a lot more mellow suddenly.
Better living through chemistry!
Congratulations Derek Jeter! You are now the sole owner of the record for most hits in a Yankee uniform.
Congratulations! I hope to be there number 3,000.
Google puts up their little “doodles” to commemorate what they consider to be appropriate holidays. It was quite surprising that they finally decided to acknowledge Memorial Day this year.
But the eighth anniversary of the worst attack on American soil? Not a fucking thing.
So, I’m going to be using Bing and Ask from now on. Google is dead to me.
You know what? The one thing that sticks with me after all this time is this one image. Not of the planes hitting, or the burning, or the Pentagon with a hole, or a crater in Pennsylvania. That’s all there, and it will never go away. The feeling of total helplessness is still fresh in my memory like it just happened this morning.
But there’s one image. One image that if I live a million years will still be seared in every detail in my mind.
This one:
The contents of the disc golf bag of a man with delusions of adequacy:

What I carry when I'm pretending I know how to play disc golf.
From back to front:
Oh, the bag? I like it. It has room for the big water bottle I carry, and a big side pouch for snacks, camera, whatever.
Why so many discs for someone who’s been playing for three months? Simple – I’m nuts.
Seriously, I’m learning. I’m adapting. My throwing has changed completely from when I started, and the discs that I used to get what I thought were awesome results just aren’t working for me any more.
I used to carry a 153 gram Monarch. I can’t throw it worth a damn any more. The first time it went was the longest drive of my life. Now it can’t stay out of the trees.
I might pare it down a bit more, but for now, this seems to be working. On the course we play the most often, I’ve got my disc choices nailed down for about half of the holes, and I’m pretty consistent with them. Holes 3,6,8 and 14 continue to kick me in the balls.
My scores aren’t improving as fast as I’d like them to, but I’m spending less time pulling discs out of the woods and I haven’t dumped one in the tall stuff on hole one in a long damn while. Of course, now that I’ve said that I’m going in next time, aren’t I?
Two weeks ago, I owned on the front 9. Beat Ken. Threw a 37. And completely bit it on the back 9.
Yesterday I hammered the back 9 (39). But blew chunks all over the front.
If I take my best front and back, I’m under 80.
Think that counts?
I made it through two days in a row without any major anxiety or depression.
Is this what people mean when they say they feel “good”?
If I were to have children (which I don’t) they’d have awesome breakfasts.
Just sayin’.