I can't stress enough what an awful pain in the ass it was to google for pickup volleyball. Normally, google is so efficient that I actually use it instead of documentation; in fact I am occasionally so good the preview text in the search results tells me what to know.
This is not the case with volleyball. If you google for volleyball in Seattle, you will get nothing but lame and outdated websites with bad information. They appear to have been designed in the 90s, and are so old they actually post personal information of individual players and make the assumption that you are willing to use a telephone to inquire about matches. One of the google search results was some kind of "capitol hill blog." The posts were written as articles, but they were, in fact, the worst-written articles I've ever seen. You know how a typical article often gives you a quick tag, and then more information, and then, sometimes even, even more information, before going all the way back to the beginning? The writer of the capitol hill blog doesn't do that. He gives you a tag line that is almost unrelated to the article, and then he dives into some historical bromide you don't care about.
Anyway. Before we continue please listen to this song--just middle-click the link without looking.
So yeah I put the volleyball link up there. That's really all I needed this for. That, and to say maybe after attending one pickup volleyball night, and going to Vancouver, I'm going to call this round of "meeting people" done. I've been trying to get around to visiting Vancouver for about 3 years now, though, so don't be surprised if I continue talking about it and not doing it.
I read most of this fun statistics book called The Tipping Point. I thought it was very interesting. By the way, fun fact: Forbes, the periodical that is heavily biased in favor of big business, once implied that it thought The Tipping Point was lame.
You and me babe ain't nothing but mammals, so lets do it like they...yeah ever since there was talk of me possibly karaoke-singing that song at the work party last Saturday, I've had it stuck in my head. I never ended up singing it; the drinks were expensive and I had noticed that one of my friends brought a female friend that I wanted to hook up with so I spent the end of the night stumbling around trying to find them. Wow that sounds a lot different in writing. I'm not like this in real life, honest.
Anyway. So this book. The Tipping Point. Actually it might have been a completely different book with another name--Freakonomics? Shit I don't remember which one, only that I never bothered to finish either of them. Anyway. So one of them talks about social interaction, and how, because of the size of our brains, human communities cannot grow past about 150 people without cliques and mini-communities forming. It also mentioned the six degress to kevin bacon thing, and introduced these people it called "connectors." A connector is like the opposite of me; they love meeting people even if they are not girls, and they are extroverts and think about others a lot. They play some role in society that the book droned on about. What I was interested in was this anecdote about this one example of a "connector" dude who had an enormous list of people he had met and their birthdays, and he had some system of sending cards to people he barely knew and he was good at it. That struck me as funny because I thought that was cheating; I assumed all the extroverts would do this naturally, and only shy people and introverts use systems and have to write shit down. I don't know. What I do know, is that even if I am not an extravert, I think I may be able to fake it with technology. We are still light years from me truly understanding that girls want me to voice call them instead of texting, but I can at least devise some system into fooling all of my acquaintances into believing that I am thinking of them. Fuck, maybe I'll even start sending christmas cards. I think christmas cards are lame (unless a girl sends one to me, and even then, don't bother sending one if you never plan to see me in real life) but maybe I could just send something witty? Or even better, something offensive. Lets put that aside for another time.
Faking it. Oh I had two ideas. What were they? Um...ok one was this system where instead of making lists of things to do, I make lists of people to hang out with (or friends that I need to see periodically in order to maintain friendship--the inability of other people to assume that every relationship they have is frozen in time no matter how many years you've been apart is a real drag). So like I'm writing down "LaserQuest / Go Karts" and under it some people from work. Actually, I literally wrote "some people from work." Don't really care who comes. Hey shut up; I'm a work in progress.
That was supposed to be the second idea. What was the first--oh yeah. I could start a secret blog that only I can read, and write in it about the people I meet. This should be more efficient than texting girls names + clues to myself as I meet them (oh "Andrea hot bar girl" where did you go?).
Yeah, uh...this is the best I've come up with. Volleyball, and like, writing about people. And making some lists.
Speaking of writing about people, roughly six months ago I wrote about the hot receptionist chick in my building, one that disappeared shortly? I found out later that they all get shuffled around (and I have my suspicions that the hot ones somehow spend most of their rotations in the not the engineering buildings) and, months later, she's back. Except now she's not so friendly anymore, and based on body language, I think she hates me.
I am still listening to The Bad Touch. There is a google advertisement for "christian singles" on the page. Seriously google, WTF? I hate Microsoft too much to use bing. Please stop sucking.
Alrighty then. This was real productive. And I didn't even write about the skiing! Bleh.
...and then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"
