a slow orbit around the binary stars of Beer and Red Bull

February 16th, 2010

Morning Ben,

I’m getting sick. Not that I can complain, after abusing my body for an entire weekend of caffeine-fueled video game mayhem. I’m talking of course of my 27 hour birthday lan party marathon. I’m really glad you and T could come.

The hangover I had Sunday was a really specific kind of hangover. Because it’s not like you abused your liver all night with hard-drinking. It’s more of a slow orbit around the binary stars of Beer and Red Bull, fueled by Doritos. You just spiral outward and outward, see-sawing between the two to keep your orbit stable. Anyhow, I went to bed at about 7:30am, woke up at 11 to play more video games and see my remaining guests out. I didn’t feel sick or nauseated in the usual hangover sense. It’s more like my body was picketing me, on strike, demanding fair treatment. I called in the Pinkertons (Excedrin Migraine) and spent the morning with Roomba cleaning up, which was an ordeal. I was glad I wasn’t alone, though. I was comforted to hear my robot friend taking care of the living room while I did dishes.

But I’m glad we’re peers again. It’s always weird for those few days in February when you’re my elder. You start giving me advice and making me take out the trash, and I just have to do it for some reason. Not anymore, though. Now we’re equals again.


The Most Romantic Thing Ever

February 12th, 2010


Happy Valentinesbirthday. Your very existence is a pale, fleshy arrow from Cupid’s quiver.

WNYC marked the holiday by playing a beautiful story of romance between a man and a woman and two golden records containing artifacts of a grand and diverse culture, a declaration of cosmic citizenship. I’m sure you know who I’m talking about. They had Ann on to talk about falling in love with Carl. They agreed to get married on the same phone call in which Ann and Carl first revealed their love for each other. And I don’t mean first time they said, “I love you.” I mean the first time they acknowledged any romantic interest at all. “A eureka moment,” Ann says, “like a scientific discovery.” Or so the story goes.

Two days after the sudden engagement Ann wondered aloud to Carl, do you think if we recorded my brainwaves, an alien culture could reconstitute the data back into thought. And Carl says, “well, a thousand million years is a long time. Who knows what’s possible.”

So they did it. Ann recorded her thoughts not only about the history of civilization and its intellectual heritage, but also about love. She got engaged only two days prior, Charlie, and it’s not absurd to think that her nervous system was still responding to the excitement. In some ways it may be the truest recording of any manifestation of love. Truer than any song or poem. And the most romantic part of all – Jad Abumrad, the host, sums it up nicely - some billions of years from now the Earth will be swallowed up by the Sun, yet floating in the vastness of space, there will still exist a remnant of the their love.

After I heard that story, the card I’m getting T-bot seems kinda like a let down. But how do you compete with that? You can’t.

See you tonight.