If you want me, you can find me, left of center off of the strip

"Nell," the Constable continued, indicating through his tone of voice that the lesson was concluding, "the difference between ignorant and educated people is that the latter know more facts. But that has nothing to do with whether they are stupid or intelligent. The difference between stupid and intelligent people--and this is true whether or not they are well-educated--is that intelligent people can handle subtlety. They are not baffled by ambiguous or even contradictory situations--in fact, they expect them and are apt to become suspicious when things seem overly straightforward.

-The Diamond Age by Neal Stephenson, p.283

And if you want me
You can find me
Left of center, wondering about you

Just slip out the back, Jack, make a new plan, Stan

Weekend went alright here in South Texas. Saturday started out a little foggy (the picture at left is from heading into the pool (below) for morning practice). The fog cleared by mid-day, not that it mattered too much: I spent most of the afternoon inside Northside's other pool watching the District meet (which went alright).

At the meet, I got to hang out and catch up with folks (old coaches, friends), as well as see how much my old District has slowed down... It was also good that I didn't swim a whole lot on Saturday morning, due to the double I did on Friday (not exactly sure why I did, but it worked out ok).

As for Sunday, I drove up to Austin and hung out with old rowing friends--didn't even freeze while waiting to get into the Salt Lick for dinner. It was good to catch up with folks... course, I was forced into sleeping-in this morning, so I haven't headed to the pool today (but will this afternoon). And as I must be heading out for that soon, I will bid you "hasta"...

[a Muppet version of today's song--with Animal on drums, even]

There must be 50 ways to leave your lover
Just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
Don't mean to be coy, Roy
Just listen to me

Are you ready to jump? Get ready to jump

Today in San Antonio included:

• a 7,600 yard practice (6:30~8:30)
• followed by breakfast tacos at Cabana
• a visit to the doctor (all is good--just over bending my elbow, repetitively)
• I saw We Are Marshall at my favorite movie theater (pictured)

And now, I must get off to bed: I'm waking up at 4:15 to head to the Cowboy Breakfast (one of the pre-events to the San Antonio Stock Show & Rodeo which is at the beginning of February).

Hasta...

There's only so much you can learn in one place
The more that you wait, the more time that you waste...

Was I out of my head, was I out of my mind, how could I have ever been so blind...

So I am once again sitting in the airport, awaiting a flight (and again it's way early--5:20 a.m.; I'm so sleeping all the way to Houston). I'm headed home to San Antonio for a week-long visit. Hopefully I will get in some Tex-Mex and cold weather (surprising that I'm missing the latter here in South Florida).

The surprising part of this morning, other than the fact that my taxi to the airport arrived early to my house (like 7 minutes... it was bizarre)--even better was that I actually saw that it was waiting. Anyways, the surprising thing this morning is that I'm not terribly sore from the 5500 yards I swam last night during practice for my 1-hour Postal Meet entry--you swim as far as you can during an hour, having someone record your 50 splits (so that they are both timing and counting your laps). Maybe it's just not been enough time for me to be sore... that's probably it. I'll get to San Antonio and not only be cold, but also be stiff--oh yeah.

Anyways, my flight boarding starts, so I must go. Hasta...

p.s. Today's song reminds me of SchoolHouse Rock! for some reason...

Doesn't matter what I say, only what I do
I never meant to do bad things to you
So quiet that I finally woke up
If you're sad, then it's time you spoke up too...

To the left, to the left, everything you own in the box to the left

The world's end is apparently nearing: I've got Beyoncé stuck in my head.

Not that this is terribly tragic, or the worse thing ever, really. I mean, there must be some reason people like her songs--I just am not one of the people who are "in the know" on this. Maybe Meredith--one of my Masters coaches--will explain her songs appeal to me one day.

But, in any case, Ms. Knowles Irreplaceable box-line lyric reminded me that I used to have a rather large box in my place (to the left-, err, right-hand side of the pic above, which I took a week/two ago, post a fit of tidying).


But, alas, said gigantic box (it was the coffin around which the screen from California was mailed) is now gone. The sideways pic at left (which Blogger seemingly refuses to display properly), demonstrates its absence now. And while I do miss its presence, I am glad to once again be able to close the door it was blocking.


And actually, I may now have to thank today's pesky song: it caused me to find out there's a LyricsWiki...



You must not know about me
You must not know about me