I know that resorting to posting a video from somewhere else is basically admitting that you shouldn't have a blog, but I honestly don't care. I've been uninspired (or at least inspired without discernible focus, which ends up with the same results) and I feel a little guilty going so long between posts. I'd blame it on my heavy course load this semester, but that's bullshit. I spent an hour last night flipping between rain delay filler for the Braves game and the pre-show for Monday Night Football. I'm perfectly aware that I'm wasting time and that I could be wasting more productively. I'm not stupid enough to think I should even bother expecting myself to work ahead of deadline on school or work activities. That just ain't going to happen.
Oh, and this speech is amazing. He talks about a fairly new direction the science of neurology is exploring, except he does it with some of the most captivating and easy-to-understand delivery I've ever seen. This is good even for TED. If I were at MIT, I'd be shanking people to get into this guy's classes, even though I purposely avoided science and math classes my first time around. I now strongly regret that decision. Actually, I was reluctant about neglecting my science education even then. I've always loved science. It was just that I hated math, and, despite my A in high school calculus, I didn't want to mess with the crap in college. Now, in my 30s, I'd gladly go back, sucker punch my younger self in the stomach and sign him up for some advanced math and sciences. I'm not sure what classes I would have dropped, however. I don't even regret that Modern African History class I dropped on the last day to drop a course because I didn't want to write the 10-page paper. I loved that class.
Maybe honors Self and Literature. I spent most of my time in that class watching squirrels because the stupid professor couldn't lock us away in a classroom inside where the distractions were fewer. Also, there were a lot of squirrels on that campus. I'd fantasize that the chipmunks (which were also ample, but stayed closer to the buildings) were the secret protectors of people from the diabolical squirrels who were planning on blitzing the dorms at night en masse to kill us all. A squirrel once bit my sister in the toe, so I knew this was true. I actually told this daydream to my wife back then (although back then she was not my wife) and she didn't seem to be disturbed by it. She laughed kindly and sincerely at my story and I knew that I loved her. Also, I only read half of the books for that class and I don't think my life would be any worse for having not read The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas by Gertrude Stein. I hate Gertrude Stein. The squirrels probably weren't really that bad.