Sunday Reflections

There is no better metaphor for living in Los Angeles than what I witnessed last night on the 405: an asian woman, on her cell phone, with her hazard lights on, driving in the middle of two lanes of traffic, fifteen miles per hour below the posted speed limit. Yep, that about sums up the personality of the southern half of this state.

It isn't all bad. As I write this I am mentally preparing for my Sunday stretch run as the weather here has allowed me to dellude myself into thinking that I'm going to run a marathon. I have 176 miles under my belt in the past two months -- time flies. I never thought I would be one of those people that employed the impressive scale within the GPS technology niche to know such statistics. Alas, the pacific ocean does weird things to people. I actually know what gluten-free means, the odds were stacked fairly heavily against that. I can't help but take that with me when I leave.

So, my golf game is much improved, which is nice. I haven't spent 60 hours of a week in the office for about two months, which is a record.  I spent my weekend downloading new music; I pride myself on my ability to source good new music. It's the hipster that lives deep-deep inside me I suppose. I am made oddly happy that my iPod now includes six new bands I had never heard of when I woke up yesterday. Authenticity and all that. I need something to balance out all the Marky-Mark I've got on there. What? He's a musical genius. Probably a non-descript genius as well. These are facts.

I want to be sitting outside at Martha's with Boondock surrounded by pups and house-wives right now. I will settle for excruciating pain as I run in slow motion along the pacific instead. Word.

I Heart Palindromes (Philosophy Major)
It's like that moment where you come to a stop
on the train tracks. No train for miles but you can't
help but feel a twinge of panic, a sense of palpable risk.
At one moment or another you realize that life is,
to a great extent, risk.
That's why evolution wired us that way.
We were built for this.

I Heart Palindromes (Finance Major)
You can manage your Delta but no one can account
for Vega. There's no underlying you can hedge
that out with. That isn't normally distributed either,
there's some ugly negative skew in Vega, if you forget that
your spread disappears. Nickles in front of a steam-roller,
they say. Knowing that makes all the difference.
Because I have a natural position; in me.

-I Heart Palindromes