On A Year Without Smoke

Friends,

I received a text from a friend of mine the other day. It read, “Good Lord, David. I don’t know if you ever thought about UPDATING YOUR BLOG!!!!”

Evidently, I haven’t written anything here in something like two months. Eh. I also haven’t had my own computer in two months. It’s dead. After five years, it finally coughed up its last usable output in the form of a suicide note, permanently substituting the picture of me swallowed by the ocean, You’re Computer Cannot Operate Any Longer.

So, I’m in the business of looking for a new computer. I’ve decided to dedicate my income tax return to this business. And I’ve been fairly diligent in my looking. I’ve visited every store that sells laptops I can find. I’ve compared the Sony Vaio’s to the Mac books; the Mac books with the Mac book pros. I even had this stint of comparing those little tiny $250 laptops. I’m currently leaning towards the Mac book. We’ll know for sure in the next few days.

Anyway, you didn’t come here to hear about me deliberating about computers. You came here for a show!

Today, I have two things for you. First, in honor of my old computer, the background I had its whole life:

That was taken in November 2005 when my little sister visited Los Angeles for the first time. We weren’t expecting the waves.

And second, the viral video I’ve posted on (mark it) six people’s facebook walls.

That just tickles me to no end.

One last thing. As of today, I haven’t smoked a cigarette in exactly one year. I thought about writing a whole blog about it…about when it was hard and what kept me clean. I may still do that someday, but right now it feels a little self-congratulatory. (What do you guys think?) I think it’ll suffice to say that I haven’t smoked a cigarette in a year. I also haven’t had any tobacco or smoking product of any kind in that time. Unless you count second-hand smoke. In that case, you’re an externalist about smoking, and so, an externalist about intentional action. That makes you an externalist about responsibility, and that leads to an infinite regress! How can it be that part of what makes me responsible for my own intentional action, is your intentional action, which would be determined (to some degree) by someone else’s intentional action, and on and on and on? Well…we can talk about that later if you like.

Pratfalls

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