Not in the Taoist Way (Wei)

Month hiatus, simply because there was nothing to say, and nobody likes September.

About 1 minute ago, someone pointed out, over the medium of instant messenger, that having a life that is "a little boring and uneventful, but . . . somehow manage[s] to always be busy" is "the Jon way."

This is as depressing as it is true. Which it is. True.

So let us look back on the third first week of college and juice some fun anecdotes out of the dense, tasteless frenzy. I think lists are also the "Jon way":

- A bruised rib suffered in a pasta sauce incident.
- The head of Beaker on Mariners pitcher Jake Woods' body.
- After not sleeping much, not showering, eating half of a vegetable lasagna and reading the Book of Job, running into ol' Bob McNamara from Italy (with the tray of gross lasagna remaining between us the entire time) and managing to simply quote all my best travel observations from papers I had submitted to him during the course abroad.
- Encountering the word "asswage" in the Bible.
- Dave King, the lead singer of Flogging Molly, encouraging us to dance as if we were dancing on the grave of Oliver Cromwell.
- Shaking Chris Snelling's hand.
- Besting Hawkeye, the Everett Hawk (and erasing the debt amounted by teammate McGruff the Crime Dog), only to watch Smokie the Bear give it all away in the penultimate leg of a race.
- French. Where nothing is the way it seems. ("Rimbead" would be the French spelling, but same pronunciation, as "Rambo")