The Roots and too much walking.

I totally failed Shut Down Day at 12:01 a.m. because I had to burn a disc of data for someone. I don’t feel that badly about blowing it. I’ll shut down another day, on a weekday to make it count more somehow.

The cover of the latest album by The Roots has a hangman game on it, which is funny to me, since my wife and I like to play dirty hangman on scrap paper while we wait for movies to start at The Rotunda. I insist on getting there very early because I am very particular about my seat at the movies (!!).

I walked ten miles today, all over North Baltimore. Long story. Ate leftover fried rice I made last week with cheap chopsticks next to a lake that was a weird green with yuppies’ fertilizer runoff. Or maybe I was in the mood to hate yuppies a little today. I know I live in Roland Park, but please don’t get on my ass about it. The yuppies are not here that much anymore. Everyone is either very young or very old on my street. And it’s cheaper to live here than Hampden. Or maybe I don’t know what a yuppy is.

Tried to explain my dissertation topic to a religious 13-year old today, too. He genuinely tried to have a mini-dialogue about it, too, which gives one hope about the next generation of religious folks. Then again, I think he’s just a nice kid who happens to be religious, which makes me feel a different kind of hope — that there are nice kids out there when everyone paints such a doomsday picture of today’s youth. Which I guess might not include me anymore, at 27 & 1/2.