This is something that I too, overlooked

I found a link to a man's eBook in my "A Word A Day" email this morning, and I decided to check it out. He makes a point that egg-throwing, like the kind you did on field day back in elementary school, is not an Olympic sport. At first I thought it was a silly idea, but I realized that some people have a very real talent for it, and it is something that can be trained for, and it would help bring those lesser known countries to the Olympic Games. Think of Latvia. When was the last time you saw them win a gold medal, hmm? Well, every year, Riga celebrates its Dzires Kuldiga festival, which involves throwing eggs. Give Latvia a chance. It's a simple thing to judge, use fresh eggs, mark where the participants are standing, and if the egg breaks on the throw or the catch, they are out. The team that can throw the egg the farthest, unbroken, wins. Pretty simple, really. They wouldn't need to build a new field especially for this event, it could be done anywhere. It could possibly bring more spectators to the Olympics, partly because there would be more events, thus more tickets, but also because of the event's novelty and engaging allure. Think of the revenue gained by the Olympic Committee, the Games can only improve with the addition of such events. And I understand that it's best not to get carried away with too many events, but I think it would be worthwhile to let this one through. Think about it.

Its 1 AM and I dread going to work. That is why I am up. If I go to bed, I will have to get up. And we all know what happens when an employed adult gets up. Oh yes, he goes to work. Well I don't want to. I hate the thought of going. I hate it so much that it actually keeps me awake at night. But I go anyway. Day after day. And it's wearing me out physically as well as emotionally. There is no one to talk to, and when I get home, I am so tired that I'd rather be alone. This is not the way I want to feel. I want to have friends. But you know what they say, in order to have a friend, you must be a friend. I think I would like to talk to my friends, but I realize I have nothing to say. Because I spend so much time working, I do nothing of interest. I am a boring person now. I remember having fun, but memories are not real. Memories of good times are not enough to keep friendships alive. They require constant care, and I have not been feeding the fires. They are all slowly dying, some more quickly than others, and soon, I will be left to myself. I will be alone and miserable and aching in body and spirit.

Musicians I like, in no order

Guster, Phish, Phantom Planet, Flogging Molly, Linkin Park, Good Charlotte, Newfound Glory, Reel Big Fish, Five Iron Frenzy, The Aquabats, The Hippos, Blindside, Ben Folds Five, Badly Drawn Boy, Jeffries Fan Club, Jimmy Eat World, Further Seems Forever, Starting Line, The Postal Service, Deathcab For Cutie, The Notwist, Something Corporate, MxPx, Sum 41, Coldplay, Dashboard Confessional, The Velvet Underground, The Oranges Band, TV On The Radio, The Mr. T Experience, Bright Eyes, The Barenaked Ladies, Beck, Belle And Sebastian, Cake, Maroon 5, Outkast, The White Stripes, The All American Rejects, No Motiv, Yellowcard, Deviates, Weezer, The Shins, The Strokes, They Might Be Giants, Enon, Blonde Redhead, All Time Quarterback, Midtown, Evanescence, Dntel, Hoobastank, Millencolin, All Style, Goldfinger, Blink 182, Mustard Plug, Nuclear Saturday, The Ataris, Less Than Jake, Reggie And The Full Effect, Smashmouth, Powerman 5000, Mad Caddies, The Get Up Kids, REM, Relient K, Instant Winner, Saves The Day, Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Mates Of State, Volcano I'm Still Excited, Radiohead, Metallica, Smashing Pumpkins, Crash Test Dummies, The Pretenders, Seal, Rage Against The Machine, Three Doors Down, Limp Bizkit, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Queen, Pink Floyd, Boston, REO Speedwagon, Journey, Rush, Simon And Garfunkel, The Grass Roots, The Mamas And The Papas, Peter Paul And Mary, The Talking Heads, Steam, War, Buffalo Springfield, Crosby Stills Nash And Young, Van Halen, Foreigner, Def Leppard, The Monkees, Led Zeppelin, Lynrd Skynard, The Turtles, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Guns And Roses, Santana, Heart, Kansas, The Moody Blues, Chicago, San Fransisco, America, Styx, The Who, Three Dog Night, The Doobie Brothers, The Doors, The Beach Boys, Bob Marley, Cat Stevens, Bob Dylan, Dave Matthews, Steve Miller, Elvis Costello, Weird Al Yankovich, Eric Clapton, Norman Greenbaum, Randy Newman, Don McClean, Willie Nelson, Rod Stewart, Waylon Jennings, Billy Joel, James Brown, James Taylor, Tom Petty, Jerry Gonzales, Bebo Valdes, George Gershwin, Dizzy Gilespie, Charlie Parker, Gustav Mahler, Antonio Vivaldi, Gustav Holst, Jean Sibelius, Frank Ticheli, Eric Whitacre, Sergei Rachmaninoff, Igor Stravinsky, Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Dmitri Shostakovich, Leonard Bernstein, Georges Bizet, Johannes Brahms, Frederich Chopin, Aaron Copland, Johann Sebastian Bach, Johann Immanuel Bach, Claude Debussy, Johann Strauss, Georg Phillip Telemann, Johann Pachelbel, Nicolo Paginini, Antonin Dvorak, Percy Grainger, Edvard Grieg, Clare Grundman, George Frideric Handel, Franz Josef Haydn, Franz Liszt, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Felix Mendelssohn, Ludwig van Beethoven.

Phew... But I'm sure there are more that I have forgotten. I'll update this one a lot I think.

Time is not money

When you run out of time, time still exists, the same as it always has
been. You don't run out of it, you only lose control of it. However,
when you run out of money, there is none left. You physically do not
have any more. This is one reason time is not money. Also, money can
be given away. Time cannot. You can't elect not to be a part of the
continuum.

I have an appointment

I just called the Idaho Red Cross and made an appointment for next Monday at 5 PM to donate some of this blood that I have inside me. I figure, why not? My body makes more, it won't even miss the pint or the liter or two or however much they take. The needles don't even hurt going in AND I get to save someone's life. The first time I donated, I got a little Donor Card in the mail and it says, "I'm an active hero", how cool is that! And to top it off, I get a little colorful armband to wear for the rest of the night too. I love those things! I have only ever had one negative experience with blood donation, and that was when I found out I am allergic to Iodine. I had big lumps all over my arm and it kinda swelled a little, but I was fine after about two and a half weeks. I like to think of giving blood as donating to a thrift store. I certainly don't need all of my blood and someone else is lacking. But people shopping in thrift stores can't just buy any clothes, they have to fit. The Red Cross says that I have blood that fits a lot of people. When I donate, I am not giving them trash, my blood is useful. My blood is like the t-shirts at DI, the really cool ones that make the owner proud. Someone is getting a brand new pair of shoes, or maybe a bike that isn't missing two wheels. I am giving valuable blood, it's not worn out or dirty. That's why I like to donate blood.

I didn't just sit alone at lunch

Ok, so for the first time ever, I talked to someone during my lunch break. Woah. I have always felt very different from everyone else in the warehouse for several reasons, and I have always been ok with sitting alone. I don't need their because I have a good book, and I like to think (that's part of the difference between me and them) but then I met this temp who's been working at the warehouse off and on for a couple of years. He just came back recently this summer because he's been at school. School is a word that most of the warehousemen can't even spell. But this guy Trevor seems pretty cool so far. He has read The Brothers Karamazov and War and Peace and lots of those other Russian books, he is in the honors program at his school, and he's a member of a book club. He's not dumb as a rock, and he knows my friend Steve from when they worked together last year, so he's got some good stories about good ol' Stevo. He isn't bitter, he doesnt complain a lot, he's not annoying, he doesn't want to work in a warehouse his whole life, you know, a normal guy. So I went over and sat with him during lunch and ate my Reese's and discussed the Wall Street Journal. It was good times. Good times...