I was sitting in my hotel room in San Francisco Thursday night and the world shook. Apparently a 3.8 on the Richter scale equals a few seconds of gentle rocking. Then the Bay turned and went on its way.

I met up with Eugene for a quick lunch just before my flight back. It had been years since I saw him last, but it was good to reconnect a bit. He seems to be happy and fairly settled out there. He said he's been playing plenty of golf, traveling a lot for work. And he said - and I didn't bring it up - he said he hadn't been to church in a long time. He went into detail to explain how he had trouble reconciling the God of the Old Testament and the New. It all felt a little bit like a confession, but I had no absolution to offer. We said goodbye and he said he would let me know the next time he visited Chicago.

I flew back very late Sunday night and landed in Singleville. The girl that I had met has turned her interests elsewhere. Things are still again and there is nothing new under the sun.

I'm a lot like you, so please
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting



It's been a few weeks and she seems slightly less nice, but more real. That's a good thing. Unfortunately because we are both rather introverted, the process of getting familiar with each other has been unhurried. So at the Weezer concert yesterday, I found out a few more things. At the double risk of both schmoopifying and jinxing this budding relationship, they are as follows:

1. Her fingers are a blur when she types text messages. She credits this to her piano playing.
2. She was some type of cheerleader at some point.
3. She is slightly claustrophobic.
4. She put up with three hours of crappy opening bands with nary a grumble.

By some divine act of coincidental comedy, Myung also met a girl recently and has been having his own adventures in like. They text each other constantly and Anson took him shopping so that he can wear something besides t-shirts from youth group retreats or Walmart.

So even with our combined history of futility, we should be optimistic, right? But besides the fact that Myung was complaining about his eye twitching yesterday, why does this come to mind?



No, Hobbes. Let's see how this goes.

I think I'd be good for you
And you'd be good for me