Childhood dreams
Friday, December 21, 2007
I was chatting online with Jism the other day and she said, "I wish I still had my childhood imagination." What ever happened to us that we no longer have great dreams and fantasies (no those kind, sick-o). And for the matter, what ever happened to predictability? The milk-man, the paper-boy, even TV?
Jism's question reminded me of a lecture I watched online earlier this year that I meant to share on my blog. It's entitled "
Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams" and it was given by Randy Pausch, a computer science professor at Carnegie Mellon. he gave it as part of a lecture series titled "Last Lecture" whose theme was "What would you speak about if you could only give one last lecture?" Turns out Randy has terminal cancer and this probably is his last lecture.
You can check it out here: http://cmu.edu/uls/journeys/randy-pausch/index.html. Be warned, it's an hour and half long, but totally worth it. You'll laugh, you'll cry.
So I got to thinking about my childhood dreams, and here's what I could remember:
- Driving a Mustang or other muscle car
- Improving the efficiency of solar cells
- Being an astronaut
- Being a veterinarian
- Playing basketball for the University of Louisville
- Owning a large plot of land in Kentucky and keeping it from being developed
- Having a horse farm
- Sailing the Mediterranean
- Performing with the Future of Corps
To be honest, I'm not doing too shabby on those so far. Some will never come to fruition (astronaut, vet, basketball), but I'm okay with that. There's still a lot of time for the others, and substitutions can be made for some.
What were your childhood dreams? How are you doing so far?
Labels: Sentimental Goat
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My friends think I'm a lush
Saturday, December 15, 2007
I'm pretty sure that even though I look like this:
my friends look at me and see this:
"Why?" you ask. I have participate in a handful of Secret Santa gift exchanges in my day
and every time I have received something related to alcohol. First year: a Notre Dame beer mug. Second year: frosted Budweiser pilsner glasses. Third year: homer Simpson monster mug. And this year was no different. What did I receive? A Sierra Nevada pint glass, a 12-pack of Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale, and a mini putting green with six shot glasses designed to be a drinking game.
The only other common factor in all the gift exchanges was Pangle. So I'm putting the blame for my lush image squarely on her. Curse you, Pangle. Curse you.
Labels: My friends think I'm a lush, Pangalicious
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Curse these dollar coins
Friday, December 07, 2007
All I want is a Dr. Pepper from the vending machine. It only takes dollar bills and non-dollar coins, and all I have is you, new golden dollar coin. Sure, you bear the visage of our nation's first (and possibly greatest) president, but you do him a disservice. You are not great, golden dollar coin. You aren't accepted by vending machines. Parking meters will not accept you. Even cashiers at stores look at me when I try to pass you off as legal tender. And to top it all off, you represent the base amount of a currency that is in the tanks right now. You, coin, suck at life.
Labels: I talk to inanimate objects
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