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.
The only way to find the limits of the possible is by going past them into the impossible.
October 01, 2009 - 9:48 p.m.
I'm updating at night again. The WFUV pledge drive is starting on Saturday so my schedule is going to become seriously crowded. I don't know when or even if I'll be able to update some days. Tomorrow night after school I'm going to the Met game. I'll try and update before the game but don't count on it.
Today I played at the Fall Regional Bridge tournament in Hauppauge out on the Island. I got up earlier than I needed to so I actually made breakfast. I don't usually do that when I go out in the morning. I picked up Roy at his home in Melville, that's about 15 minutes from the tournament.
We played in the stratified pairs, a two session even. The first started at 10 AM. We had a 47% good enough for fourth in the Bs and second in the Cs. We earned something like .95 masterpoints.
The highpoint was lunch. We went to Appleby's, it is across the street from the Sheraton where we were playing. They have a two meals for $20 that comes with a shared appetizer. I had bacon cheeseburger that was supposed to be hot and spicy. It didn't seem that hot to me. Maybe I'm jaded. Maybe it was because our appetizer was hot wings. The burger was still good the wings excellent, and there was plenty of food. I can't complaing.
I can complain about the bridge. I won't, but I could. We didn't do very well the second half. I made one egregious error. Our opponents in one round were rude and I let that distract me. I was so busy thinking about that I totally lost track of what happened in the hand. I held on to the wrong suit at the end. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
Wow this is going to be a difficult entry to write. I've run out of material from the tournament. The ride home was uneventful. I could brag about my parallel parking. I got into a spot that was so tight that I didn't have room to walk between me and the car behind me. We were closer than the thickness of my calf. I had barely enough room to get through in front of my car. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. I'll have a benefit from leaving so early when I volunteer. I'll be able to park in front of the Archbishop Malloy High School. There is no parking there without a permit after 7 AM. I'll be long gone by then. I'm worried about coming home on Tuesday night. There is alternate side of the street parking on Wednesday and I'll be in school then. I have to find a legal spot when I get home around 7 PM. I think I'll be able to do it but it will probably be a struggle. I might have to drive around for a while. That's how you know you are a real New Yorker; you worry about parking next week.
I'm getting friendly with some people in my building, friendlier than I was with anyone in my old neighborhood. I don't know anyone's name of course but there are people that I'll always acknowledge when I see them. It's nice, they feel like neighbors.
I can see my thoughts are too disorganized to write any more today. I think I know why. My brain was busy all day thinking about bridge. Not only that but I drove which takes more attention that riding the subway or even walking. I didn't get a chance to ruminate. I always have a backlog of things I want to write about but none of them are accessible now. They should be back for tomorrow's entry.
Misteaks Mistakes - October 06, 2009
My Enthusiasm is Never Curbed - October 05, 2009
Take the WFUV Tour - October 04, 2009
A Tale Told by an Idiot - October 03, 2009
EZ-Pass - October 02, 2009
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