Of Smarty-pants and Sports
Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.
- Hector in The History Boys
Just finished watching The History Boys on DVD and, like the novels of Alan Hollinghurst, it makes me suspect that I missed my true destiny as an overeducated private school queer teenager from London in the early 80s. I don’t know why I’m surprised that I enjoyed the movie and was touched – that is what all the reviews said to expect. Maybe I’m getting cynical in my old age.
Anyway, had a fun phone conversation with Jennifer tonight. Too much thinking about the fact that that if you go strictly by the numbers, my circle of friends are so far ahead of the curve on understanding logical reasoning and basic IQ that it seems unreal to us how poorly informed the “average” person is. Yeah, I know how egotistical that sounds. Anyway, we decided that stupidity accounts for the success of the Republican party.
I’m going to a Giants game tomorrow. It’s this whole work outing thing. It’s my first Giants game (and, really, my first professional sporting event since I was a kid) and I guess it’s cool that I’m doing it at least once before I leave the city. Whatever, it’s a great excuse to skip most of a work day.
Speaking of physical activity, in an effort to use as many of my pre-paid training sessions as possible, Ben has had me in the gym every day this week. He also decided it’s time to push the weight training. Can I just tell you that holding my arms up to type this is painful. I think tomorrow is going to be worse.
