Iâ€™ve been in Tiburon for nearly a month, and during this time Iâ€™ve met a few people that frequently read my weblog. Socially, this is quite challenging because 80% of the good stories I have from the past year, which I would normally use as ice breakers when I meet somebody, have already been told. So Greg shows up (I have to pause for a moment to say the new version of Windows Live Writer is awesome. It just automatically tagged the word â€œgregâ€ so that it linked to Greg Remalyâ€™s website.) this week and, though weâ€™ve never actually hung out, we both feel as if we know each other on some level. And thatâ€™s true, but since I would like to believe that there is more to me than what I am able to fit into the published footnotes of my life, Iâ€™m going point out some things about Greg that donâ€™t come across on his blog.
- He has a great laugh. Weâ€™ll just be sitting around the living room and he will bust out with a hearty belly laugh about something completely out of the present. It makes me laugh to hear him laugh, and Iâ€™m not even sure what heâ€™s laughing about.
- He is much better at Hearts than me.
- He is an astrology buff and can tell you exactly what sign you are based on your birthday. Sure, thatâ€™s no harder than learning the months in another language, but he also knows something about each zodiac sign.
Itâ€™s possible that Iâ€™m downplaying my own writing abilities by claiming that my whole self is not portrayed in my stream of conscious blogging. Maybe triathlon has become too large a part of my life for me to distinguish ben from bencollins.org, but I donâ€™t think thatâ€™s true. That other 20% that I donâ€™t have time to write about, or tactfully choose not to record on the infinite expanses of the internet, is enough to keep me feeling like a distinct human being.
I love Burritos.
Seriously. I can eat a burrito every day and and I will never grow tired of it.
I may grow in other ways from it.