No Talking Tuesday Year End Wrap Up
End of Year Four
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Impressions of year four:
The fourth year of my no talking Tuesdays has come and gone with little to say for itself. Continuing the trends of year three, I hardly ever write to communicate, and have become further entrenched in my comfort with staying silent and observing.
Even more so than last year, my comfort with listening and watching, almost as an outside observer, has spilled even more into my daily life. I often answer direct questions with various grunts, humming, and muffled moans by way of communication, which really are disarming ways to deflect the need to provide answers. I've developed a perverse lack of needing to convince others of anything. Others sense that my silence isn't a sign of my agreement with them and try to draw out my contradictory perspective, but the idea of aggressing others with my ideas has come to seem exhausting for me, not to mention that it can't possibly lead to me learning new ideas as I'm simply recounting my own, and I consistently choose instead to deflect conversation in a direction that will allow the other person to develop or explain their ideas about something to me. If they have no ideas then I'm likely to exit the conversation entirely.
In other words I've noticed that my fourth year of no talking Tuesdays, has caused me to only really care about talking about ideas with people, whether they like it or not. Conversation has become little more than an opportunity to learn something new from someone, and if they can't provide that, then I move on, for better or worse.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Coffee Shop Impulsive Ask Out
I was tutoring one of my students at a nearby coffee shop when my eye kept being drawn to an attractive woman sitting nearby.
When the tutoring session was over, and I was walking home, I kept feeling the stabbing anxiety of "What if?", and turning on my heel, I marched back to the coffee shop, my head conjuring up whimsicality, confusing it with neurotic creepiness and vice versa.
I resolved to write a little note and give it to her, in an effort to be as non confrontational as possible, not wanting her to feel cornered and overwhelmed. Below is a copy of the note:
I sat beside her and introduced myself, and handed her the note. She was surprisingly warm and disposed to conversation, and without diving into the contents of the note just began talking with me quite naturally. I still felt a bit nervous about being so forward and didn't want to assume she didn't have anything better to do. So after a few pleasant witticisms I excused myself and walked home free of the nagging anxiety I had before.
Of course nothing came of it, but I did what I could!
I was tutoring one of my students at a nearby coffee shop when my eye kept being drawn to an attractive woman sitting nearby.
When the tutoring session was over, and I was walking home, I kept feeling the stabbing anxiety of "What if?", and turning on my heel, I marched back to the coffee shop, my head conjuring up whimsicality, confusing it with neurotic creepiness and vice versa.
I resolved to write a little note and give it to her, in an effort to be as non confrontational as possible, not wanting her to feel cornered and overwhelmed. Below is a copy of the note:
I sat beside her and introduced myself, and handed her the note. She was surprisingly warm and disposed to conversation, and without diving into the contents of the note just began talking with me quite naturally. I still felt a bit nervous about being so forward and didn't want to assume she didn't have anything better to do. So after a few pleasant witticisms I excused myself and walked home free of the nagging anxiety I had before.
Of course nothing came of it, but I did what I could!
Friday, November 11, 2011
Street Fighter 2010 (NES) - Beat!
In my ongoing effort to beat all the classic console games that bested me in my youth, I've conquered Street Fighter 2010 for Nintendo.
Despite it's name, it has no connection to the popular fighting game series by the same name. It is however a largely overlooked classic on the NES. Kind of like a hybrid of Strider, Metroid, and Megaman.
In my ongoing effort to beat all the classic console games that bested me in my youth, I've conquered Street Fighter 2010 for Nintendo.
Despite it's name, it has no connection to the popular fighting game series by the same name. It is however a largely overlooked classic on the NES. Kind of like a hybrid of Strider, Metroid, and Megaman.
Monday, November 07, 2011
Summer 2011 Photos
Here are my photos from this summer. Click the link or the image to see them all!
www.artofali.com/summer2011
Here are my photos from this summer. Click the link or the image to see them all!
www.artofali.com/summer2011
Lion King (Genesis) - Beat!
I finally beat Lion King for Sega Genesis!
I've decided to go back with my more powerful adult brain and beat the games from my childhood I never finished.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I've been plagued by the shame and embarrassment of never beating various games for Genesis, NES, Super NES, N64, Gameboy, Master System, PS1 and the list goes on.
Maybe once I've beaten these games I will be ready to face adult life free from such baggage?
Anyway, so after maybe 20 cumulative hours of practice, I beat Lion King. I now never have to play it again, and I have closure. Hurrah!
I finally beat Lion King for Sega Genesis!
I've decided to go back with my more powerful adult brain and beat the games from my childhood I never finished.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I've been plagued by the shame and embarrassment of never beating various games for Genesis, NES, Super NES, N64, Gameboy, Master System, PS1 and the list goes on.
Maybe once I've beaten these games I will be ready to face adult life free from such baggage?
Anyway, so after maybe 20 cumulative hours of practice, I beat Lion King. I now never have to play it again, and I have closure. Hurrah!
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