love louis.

http://www.louisck.net/2008/05/rip-loona-a-very-good-dog.html



[overheard, dark: that i won't be able to scream.]


local heroes:

http://www.tennisforum.com/showthread.php?t=374870
http://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&ix=c1&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8&q=manase+tonga
v. kane / mcgathy pod


on marriage:

We all piled into the Navigator and began driving straight to our house in Upstate New York. The drive is normally two hours but, it being rush hour on a Friday in New York City, it took us two hours just to get over the Whitestone bridge and another two to get home. We didn't care, though, because we were all together and had a lot to talk about. When I think of it, it seems funny that we were bursting so much with conversation, considering that we talk on the phone and email several times a day. But that's always the way it is. "Oh, I forgot to tell you!" and "Guess who I saw!" for hours. I remember when I was younger and single, I would go to parties and when I saw married couples at a party sitting together and talking just to each other, I would be amazed. "What could they possibly have to say to each other?" I'd wonder. "They're together all day, every day, for years."

Now that I'm married, I understand. I will try to explain it. Talking to your spouse never never never gets old. I think it's because when you are really sharing your life with someone, when you are living with them, part of everything that happens to you or them is talking about it with them after. Nothing that happens to you really feels like it's done happening till you talk to them about it. Like when you experience something, you don't really experience it completely till you think about it. But when you're married, you now think in a dialogue instead of an interior monologue.

I guess that, to me, asking "What could a married couple have left to talk about" Would be like looking at any solitary person and asking "What could he possibly have left to think about?" As if, at some point, you will have had all the thoughts you're going to have and that your inner voice would start to just say "So ah.... I don't know.... What's up with you?" and then eventually fall silent. I suppose maybe that does happen to some people. You might realize one day that the thoughts that are running through your head on that day are old or rehashed. That you have nothing left to say to yourself. Jesus, that's pretty grim...

A comparison of the solitary mind and the dialogue of a marriage is in my mind because a large part of this trip for me was the rare experience I had, as a father and husband, of sitting by myself for miles and miles, for hours and hours, just alone with my thoughts. Spacing out and wandering in my mind all over the place. It was very euphoric. yet every night I craved this weblog, the ability to connect with someone. And I called my wife every time my phone had a signal and now that I have her and the baby back, I wouldn't dream of missing my time on the road alone.