I'm such a bobo. I really do let myself go down rabbit holes. I came to write. I ended up checking my phone messages. We're having computer problems at the office, and the computer people had seemed to go no contact. I said give me the number, and I reached them, and got a password we need, and was excited; so I sent a message to Maria.
I also got a call from Rabbi Shemtov (Chabad) who has invited me to learn with him. I don't know why, but it's easier for me to learn here. Maybe the people here just get where I am better. Maybe it's that more people are where I am. Maybe it's because the context is Englisher. Not that I have been, but I challenge the rabbi, and we have fun together.
And the silly thing is, since I'm praying on my own, I'm finding myself taking more time to actually understand the Hebrew. I'm still far from praying it all in Hebrew, but there's always a piece here or there that I take the time to get the translation of.
And I haven't bought any ice cream in a week, probably because I go through a gallon in four or five days, and I haven't eaten any chips, but Costco's salted pistachios do seem to disappear relatively quickly.
And since I didn't shower last night, I figured I'd row again this morning, which wasn't much, but felt good.
And I bicyled this weekend, but I told you that. It was such a pleasure, even though the derailleur cable for the rear gears snapped at the beginning of my ascent of Webbs Hill. I expect I can get that fixed tomorrow. The bicycle shop is closed Mondays. On the good side, it's only a block from the new house.
And I share this paragraph, because it's kind of meta, kind of funny sad, and kind of still gets me. I looked back at my site to see if I'd actually published this, and get to see where I am, over time, in time, which I would miss otherwise. And maybe it doesn't matter if I miss it, but it helped ground me. Maybe you get this Lani, when you look back, perceiving where you are in seeing where you've been. I highly recommend it.
It might be time to change up the routine. I went to bed early, but tossed and turned toward morning. Then, I finally got up an 38 minutes ago to write.
To my credit, I did not start opening odd web-pages or games, but I did end up going through some of the open files on Notepad++, my preferred editor.
I've had all sorts of thoughts, and all sorts of sadness, these past days. I call people, but am disconnected. But I've also visited a few places that have touched me, not the least of which was a Zone Bridgeport meeting. Bridgeport apparently is operating under a 1949 zoning code, and with its Plan Bridgeport, the powers that be apparently have chosen to revisit the zoning that puts the planning into effect. As far as I could tell, the bulk of the attendees were a number of environmental zealots who saw that Remington Park was not sufficiently safeguarded as a nature preserve. Then there were a few politicians, some of the Planning and Zoning staff, a representative of a developer, another concerned about the too many students in his neighborhood, and myself.
And I thoroughly enjoyed it. I went, of course, because I am still captivated by a certain house and practice at 1836 Noble Ave
and maybe it's just my form of meditation.
And I'm going to row now, and Bowflex a little, and then I'm going to take a shower and go to bed, by midnight.
But first I'm going to read Lani's blog. I feel like he's the only one to write back, even if he's just doing his own thing.
There's something there, and you can do it for me, but don't do it only for me. The idea is to bring yourself clarity as well, which comes, and sometimes it takes something. And sometimes you get stopped, but it's certainly better than never getting started, and sometimes that adventure is so much more, or so different, than what you've expected, or you can make it so, that it can blow your mind.
That's what I want to convey in my piece on college for Yakov, which might also be for Lani. I don't know about Israel, but in America it's not advanced high school.
And a lot of people are there trying to figure it (whatever it is) out. It's an experience, and it isn't mostly an academic one. And I'm sure you all are in such a different (better, amazing) starting point than I was, such that you could have a lot of fun there, assuming you can still find a school, or faculty, or program, that still brooks an original thought.
And that's all I wanted to say about that, so there won't be an article on it, unless other thoughts come to mind.
But the other one coming up is what I want it for. And for that I want to set some measures and milestones, like the first month I take home five grand, I think I'd like to buy myself a modest revolver, and like I said with four months of twenty, I'm going to set out to buy some land, but I need more milestones along the way: when I kick out the tenant, when I build the garage, other work on the house, what vacation we can take, when.
Even with a couple of years more of you all in the army, we can still find ways to play and explore together.
Good night/morning, I think I'm going to start calling it mornight.
Have fun, ask interesting questions, crystallize what you've experienced into a thirty second summary. In other words, have fun.