how does one deal with this?


i was at a meeting with the club's lame-ass internet service provider, a company that's been lax-and-a-half in getting our redesigned website (launch date: march 15) up and running.


anyway, an earlier incarnation of the website had featured a player diary feature, for which i would conduct an interview and ghost-write a diary entry. conversation segued (thanks to web designer) into a monologue about adapting this now-unused section into a blog-type format. this led to a super-monologue, by internet service provider owner, on the ridiculousness of the blog...


here's the question: is there anything more humbling than the internet service provider guy making fun of you? answer: nope. color me humbled.


spoke with melissa today. she's a wonderful person. the question is, how can two people who share absolutely zero common interests date for two years? (me: baseball rules. her: baseball's boring. her: opera rules. me: opera seriously does not rule. me: i like gbv. her: i like jim croce.) makes no sense. it'll never make sense.


happy it happened: i'm significanly richer of experience and poorer of pocketbook because of that time of my life.