With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.
The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good.
Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.
I enjoy paying taxes. With them I buy civilization.
2002-02-01 - 1:48 a.m.
I set a personal ratings record in January, I had about 530 hits. One thing that helped a lot this week was my mentioning two women kissing in my entry Sunday night. Since then I've gotten several Google hits a day searching for women kissing.
I was running late this morning and just made my train. I left in such a hurry I forgot to put on my watch. I hate teaching without one. I was able to borrow one from a student though. I hate the room we are in on Thursdays. It is too small. So much time is wasted, as students who arrive a bit late have to go to other rooms and get a desk then everyone else has to make room for them when they get back. I'll see if I can get a new room but I doubt it. There aren't many large rooms in the school.
I like that there are students in my class who had me for fundamentals of mathematics. It's like running into old friends. The problem with a large class is that it is hard to develop an individual relationship with each student. I don't like treating them like a mass.
Not a busy night for me. I recorded The Zeppo one of my favorite episodes of Buffy. I have been trying to find the entry I wrote about it without any luck. All the searches say I never used the word "Zeppo." I figured it out. The problem was that I wrote about it in a guest entry for Carey. I'll bring down with me when I see Carey next weekend. I called her to let her know that I "captured it on my VCR." We of course ended up talking for an hour and discussed one of our cunning plans.
When I started this entry I intended on writing a statistical breakdown based on gender of the musicians I've seen. I'm going to hold off on that. When I used the phase "captured it on my VCR," I was using an Iraism. Ira is perhaps the strangest friend I ever had, and that's saying a lot. Ira was on the edge of my world from about second grade on. He went to the same grade school and lived near my friend David who I usually only saw in the summers at the country club. He then went to the same intermediate school as me and the same day camp. We actually had some classes together in high school but didn't become good friends till college.
Now what made Ira strange? Saying things like "captured it on my VCR" was the least of it. He had an unusual manner. He actually spoke faster me. He memorized Pi to 130 decimal places and would start reciting it at the drop of a hat. He once walked into the class Bad Carey was teaching and started writing it on the board. If he took a route driving someplace he'd take the same route every time even if it were 5 times the distance of the direct route. He'd walk over to bad Carey's house, about a mile away, without calling to say he was coming over. Often we wouldn't be there and he'd come in and talk to Carey's brother or parents. When we finally got it through to him that the polite thing to do was to call first, he'd walk to Carey's house then call from the pay phone on the corner. He's a doctor now and according to him he is the only competent doctor. He moved to Florida about 10 years ago so I haven't seen him in a long time. The last time I saw him was when he came up here for his wedding. He and his wife had actually gotten married in a Bennigan's in Florida but they didn't tell his parents that and they had another ceremony up here. His first date with his wife, a nurse, was the result of a bet. They bet lunch on whether a patient would live or die. I don't know about you but I don't want my doctor or nurse having a stake in my dying.
I often tell stories about him and they aren't always flattering as you see. I still miss him though. He was a lot of fun and as Rod Picott would say he is good people. For years he was my baseball buddy. He was a Yankee fan but would go to the Met games because Shea Stadium was so much easier for us to get to. We lost touch now though. That's life I guess.
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