-Since the temperature varies so little in Los Angeles, sometimes I forget that seasons even exist. When one of my buddies on the East Coast complains about being bombarded with snow, I have to look at a calendar and remind myself that just because it's 75 degrees and sunny in LA, doesn't mean it's not still winter. I also have to remind myself not to call my friend and be a dick by rubbing it in. Spring, however, is a different story, because it's a season noted as much for its weather as for its significance as a time of renewal. Spring is when we begin training in earnest for the rest of the year. The skirts get shorter, the days get longer, and winter is a distant memory to all except those who I remind about it on a weekly basis until December.
>-Last week I found myself alone, disoriented, and holding a hand grenade. I was alone because I had lost my friends on Bourbon Street in the midst of Triplet #1's bachelor party. The hand grenade was not an explosive, of course, but rather the famed half-yard glass full of alcohol exclusive to New Orleans. And I was disoriented because I'd had four of them. When I finally arrived at the bar where my friends had been headed at the time we got separated, they asked me how I found them. I told them I asked someone for directions - forgetting that what I actually did was use the Google Maps application on my BlackBerry to locate my position via GPS, and then stumble off in the right direction. Though full-fledged virtual reality may still be a work in progress, when we accidentally confuse technology with real life (even while hammered), the future has truly arrived.
-I often find myself ignoring people on instant messenger just like I would on the phone. While I'm in the midst of doing something else, I absent-mindedly follow the IM and occasionally type: really? uh huh... LOL! and hope those phrases make sense in context. Sometimes I'll ignore someone on the phone and someone else on IM simultaneously. Now that's multitasking.