The thing about ‘the Subway Diet’? a small, chees-less 6-inch sub doe not make Steve full for very long, and the temptation for late-afternoon snacking nearly overwhelming. I lasted 4 days. Also, 4 days of Subway is actually pretty gross, and I only had the lunch. I don’t know how thos people did weeks or months.
The thing I liked the most about having the mohawk last week was that it was like I was carrying a sign that said ‘get the fuck outta my way now!’, because everybody did just that.
The thing about this week? I’m untouchably happy.
The thing I liked the least about having the mohawk was that I couldn’t wear my headphones while at work because it would flatten out the hair, making me look much sillier than I already did.
The thing about techno that I like the most is that at night, when it’s loud, it makes me want to dance. During the day, when it’s quiet, it blocks out intruding noise and makes me work better.
The thing I hate about my relationship with pop music is that I feel it has to mean something. I always feel vaguely guilty for enjoying messageless pop. But there’s only so much ‘aware’ or ‘politicized’ music I can listen to before, much like watching the news, I get fatigued, and dive back into the safety of techno.
The thing about this post is that it’s much harder than you might think to start each little blurb with ‘the thing…’ and have it make sense.
The thing about working with Jeff is that he equally and alternately inspires and horrifies me. I’m fairly certain that this is a good thing.
The thing about meat that I don’t like is the smell, while raw or cooking. I don’t like the look of a large slab of meat, but I like the smell even less. Birds & fish in general appear to be exempt from this rule, but even meat that I actually enjoy eating, make me quesy when not cooked. Sitting next to Mark while at Shabusen is therefore not a good idea for me.
The thing about most fruits and vegetables that I don’t like has nothing to do with taste, and everything to do with texture. The flavours themselves (cauliflower a most notable exception), I do enjoy.
The thing about moral conservatism that always irks me is the belief that somehow it’s ok to project your morals onto someone else. I guess that by saying it’s my belief that as long as it’s between legally consenting adults, I don’t care what, how, who, where, or when you do what you do to be happy, I’m forcing that belief on you, aren’t I. Perhaps it’s like the pink elephant. Mention it, and you can’t think about anything else.
The thing about belief in god that I always secretly wonder (And this will likely get me in trouble) is what part of you is so insecure that you need this ‘external’ validation for who you are and what you do? When I’ve asked about the ‘why’, I often get answers like comfort, support, meaning, which just leads me back to the same question. Mostly now, I just chalk it up to irrational personal preference for both sides of the belief equation, kind of like those who like cauliflower and those who don’t.