So I feel like I should update this blog again.
But the thing is, I got to where I couldn't even update last time because I started raising the bar so much that it was a four hour endeavor to get a post up. So I'm going to massively underachieve now and then hopefully the benefits will dramatically outweigh the costs of doing a blogpost and then all the sudden this is going to be a daily blog.
Ha.
I'm in Tennessee right now, like half an hour South of Nashville where, notably, Taylor Swift lives -- but we didn't go look at her apartment. We said we would, but some things are weirder when they get promoted out of the realm of idle possibility.
There's eleven of us guys and two girls in the room right now -- more are coming later and Dan and Alicia are here too but they are Staff. I know less than a third of the room well. Hopefully we will be tight by the end of this trip, which is always one of the cool things when you live in close proximity to a bunch of people in unique circumstances for a while.
It's going to be eight days -- seven, tomorrow morning.
I have a lot to figure out over this week, but I read some books today and all of the sudden I feel hopeful. This could be a really fantastic week.
We drive to Panama City Beach tomorrow. It's a lot of time packed into the car and we're too big to fit well now. We make conversation madly and then drop into lulls when people start falling asleep. I couldn't ask for anything better. We have a lot of candy too.
I've been secluding myself in this corner writing (750words.com) for an hour now and it's time to stop.
I'll leave you with this nugget, which I have been giving far more thought time than it deserves of late:
We never know anything for certain. Even something as basic as the existence of your hand could be a deception perpetrated by something messing with your brain or with the nerves in your hand and the lightwaves coming into your eyes.
When you get to something less obvious like the fact that Abraham Lincoln existed and he wasn't a character created by a vast conspiracy with access to a lot of history books, by comparison we're shooting in the dark -- though shooting in the dark is perhaps 99% confidence instead of 99.999999%.
But at what level of confidence do you accept something? Do you want to be 60% sure or 90% sure or 99.999999% sure? Because you'll never tip past into 100% except possibly about self-existence and even then let's not be hasty.
What.
Also I feel like I should mention this because it's sort of a theme of this blog. Me and Danny have been recording songs and we recorded Magic by B.O.B. and I rap in that song. We will be posting the song as soon as we record a music video. Progress, yo.
But the thing is, I got to where I couldn't even update last time because I started raising the bar so much that it was a four hour endeavor to get a post up. So I'm going to massively underachieve now and then hopefully the benefits will dramatically outweigh the costs of doing a blogpost and then all the sudden this is going to be a daily blog.
Ha.
I'm in Tennessee right now, like half an hour South of Nashville where, notably, Taylor Swift lives -- but we didn't go look at her apartment. We said we would, but some things are weirder when they get promoted out of the realm of idle possibility.
There's eleven of us guys and two girls in the room right now -- more are coming later and Dan and Alicia are here too but they are Staff. I know less than a third of the room well. Hopefully we will be tight by the end of this trip, which is always one of the cool things when you live in close proximity to a bunch of people in unique circumstances for a while.
It's going to be eight days -- seven, tomorrow morning.
I have a lot to figure out over this week, but I read some books today and all of the sudden I feel hopeful. This could be a really fantastic week.
We drive to Panama City Beach tomorrow. It's a lot of time packed into the car and we're too big to fit well now. We make conversation madly and then drop into lulls when people start falling asleep. I couldn't ask for anything better. We have a lot of candy too.
I've been secluding myself in this corner writing (750words.com) for an hour now and it's time to stop.
I'll leave you with this nugget, which I have been giving far more thought time than it deserves of late:
We never know anything for certain. Even something as basic as the existence of your hand could be a deception perpetrated by something messing with your brain or with the nerves in your hand and the lightwaves coming into your eyes.
When you get to something less obvious like the fact that Abraham Lincoln existed and he wasn't a character created by a vast conspiracy with access to a lot of history books, by comparison we're shooting in the dark -- though shooting in the dark is perhaps 99% confidence instead of 99.999999%.
But at what level of confidence do you accept something? Do you want to be 60% sure or 90% sure or 99.999999% sure? Because you'll never tip past into 100% except possibly about self-existence and even then let's not be hasty.
What.
Also I feel like I should mention this because it's sort of a theme of this blog. Me and Danny have been recording songs and we recorded Magic by B.O.B. and I rap in that song. We will be posting the song as soon as we record a music video. Progress, yo.
