Real Life

Work has begun. Real Life has set in. My thoughts for the day:

I now possess:

• 1 Messenger Bag
• 2 Standard Backpacks
• 1 Targus Backpack
• 1 Targus Laptop Bag
• 1 Leather Business Shoulder-Bag
• 1 (Firm-Issued) Thinkpad Business Shoulder-Bag

I’m beginning to understand how Alli accumulates so many bags… Though she definitely does it intentionally.

Also, for all you Hoyas out there: I apparently ride an Abe’s Transportation Bus to and from work

Also - we have a Tech Petting Zoo - how awesome is that?

Wave of… Nostalgia?

Loath as I am to quite the bible at you, even I have to recognize the significant impact it’s had on the culture that raised me. There’s a quote in I Corinthians 13.11:

“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.”

I found this quote echoing in my mind today as I sifted through the years of accumulated files, papers, and odds and ends in my closet. I’ve probably cleaned parts of my room dozens of times over the years, but the last two crusades against clutter have been particularly effective. These last two times, I found myself realizing that many things that used to be quite important to me are now either forgotten or not worth hanging onto. This growing cynicism acts as a sort of filter for the clutter that is retained, and with every subsequent tightening of the standards my past seems to condense a little bit more. Those of you who know me know that my memory is pretty bad; well, the more I get rid of the less I inevitably remember about life before the present.

In some ways, I welcome this outcome.  The effect it has is oddly appropriate for my personal journey in the past couple of years, and far too obvious an analogy to the tidying and organizing I’ve been doing. I can’t say I disapprove - we all know I love things to be nice and orderly. A part of me, however, really misses the old class notes I’m getting rid of, and truly mourns the loss not only of the opportunities High School and College presented to me but also the old me that failed to take advantage of those opportunities.

It doesn’t take much reading through my old notes and musings to get a pretty frightening picture of where I’ve come from. Doing so in the past few weeks, I’ve begun to feel that, as a kid, I engaged in a lot of rather Williams-esque escapism in the form of toys, comics, and video games long past the time when my friends had dropped those hobbies. Of course, I still haven’t really kicked the habit, so clearly part of me still loves the shelter those outlets provide. Not to mention that it’s hard to turn down a good story, no matter what form it takes.

As more and more of that past disappears, though, I’m realizing that it’s getting easier to let go of. I carted several years’ worth of Wizard Magazine out to the recycling bins today; you should have seen how hard I fought to keep those just a few years ago. That’s not the worst of it: last time I was here, I sold half my books.

Am I putting away childish things and finally growing up? Or am I simply moving to new, equally-childish pursuits? What if I don’t like who I’m becoming?

First post from DC!

So my last post was from the Dallas Airport while my flight was delayed.

I just thought I’d post one more link before going to bed for the first time in my new house. I haven’t read this yet, but it looks interesting. My thoughts will be edited in tomorrow.

On a side note, I’m shocked and appalled at how easy it was to break into my house. The summer room-mates decided it wasn’t necessary to leave me a key under the mat - though they left several on the kitchen table. Fortunately, they’re lazy and left one of the windows over a basement light-well unlocked. I pried it open and jumped for it.

Not bad if I do say so myself. At least I got in. The window has been locked, and now I have keys to distribute! No more problems.