My kids get tired, I’m sure, of my speech about how every day will give you something to complain about and be miserable over, and something to be grateful for and be joyful over, and you get to choose which you pay attention to. They probably wish Louis was their dad instead of me because when HE gives that speech, it’s, you know, FUNNY.
This really is great stuff, don’t miss it.
Real headline of the day: “DOES PORN AFFECT THE BRAIN? SCIENTISTS URGE MORE STUDY”
Started to settle into Starbucks for another long session of coding. The only other people here were a teenage couple obviously deeply in love, sitting in two chairs pulled face to face, leaning toward each other, all four hands clasped in the girl’s lap. I wasn’t particularly interested in what they might have to say to each other (they were infatuated and teenaged, neither of which characteristic tends to produce profundity of thought), and besides the boy was talking in that low near-whisper that teenage boys use when they are finding it tactically necessary to say sweet things to their young ladies that they would be humiliated for their dude friends to find out about. But I had to walk right past their table to get to the barista’s post, and as I walked past I overheard this one fragment of the young man’s monologue, reassuring me that Romance Is Not Yet Dead:
“…but then I had some broccoli and it got stuck in the back my throat and I almost threw up…”
My daughter Merry (the outstanding student in the Katy High School choir, as you may remember) just got a 1 on her solo at the Texas State Solo and Ensemble contest in Austin. Not that I’m surprised. Her grandparents are very proud of her; I told them to chill out as it’s not a big deal or anything…plus it’s unseemly to boast about spectacularly talented and hard-working daughters…I mean, granddaughters. But you know how grandparents are (gives the what-can-you-do palms-up shoulder shrug).
Congratulations to my parents, Darrell and Sharon Pierce, who got married on the 23rd of May, 1964. (Do the math, people…)