Another great story, which is similar in principle to my last post. This one is a long read, but it’s well worth it.

When I was little Rob, I was fascinated by the way my mother signed her name in such an effortless, curvy, beautiful manner. I tried to copy it, which to little Rob, meant drawing a row of connected loops. I learned to write cursively in the 4th grade, something I never was nor am now particularly adept at. This led to a big moment in my life: when I got my first New York Public Library card. I had to sign my name to the back to make it official. I summoned all of my scripting powers, and carefully created this masterpiece:

What once was a special moment in my ascension towards adulthood has become a daily hassle. My signature has devolved from a carefully crafted work of art to a quickly constructed scribble. A discernible R and B are complemented with a squiggly line that is representative of all those other letters I’ve too little care to bother with.

Their is a powerful message buried here in my little story, but who cares, this is much funnier.

People keep asking me what’s new this weekend, and all I can seem to come up with is, “I bought a new messenger bag.” I guess its been a slow weekend, but I really like my new messenger bag! I’ve never had a nice messenger bag, and so, as usual I’m about 2 years behind the trend in getting one. I’m sure that a now that I own a messenger bag, the fanny pack will come back into style. But I’ll still walk around with my messenger bag proudly draped asymmetrically across my shoulder, because I like my new messenger bag! (Yes, I’m attempting to write messenger bag as many times as I can in this post for absolutely no good reason except that it amuses me. Messenger bag).

So here are some silly pictures of me and my new messenger bag (like I said, it’s been a slow weekend).

I rented The Butterfly Effect last night, first watching the directors cut, and then going back to watch the theatrical ending. It’s really sad that the powers that be were too scared to release the movie with its original ending, and instead slapped a sappy, happy ending on the movie. Not that it was a great feat of cinema either way, but I thought it was a resonably entertaining and engaging sci-fi movie, and the director’s ending was far superior.

Anyway, this is great line comes from Dennis Lim’s review of the movie in the Village Voice: You have to, if not love, at least not mind a movie in which the very act of Ashton Kutcher reading is enough of a cosmic trauma to rip a hole in the fabric of space-time.

Well, I’m back from Belize. I had a great time, its a wonderful place! The highlights were definately snorkeling among nurse sharks and sting rays, and climbing the Mayan ruins of Tikal. I have many pictures that wont be developed for a while, and then will take much longer to be posted to the website. In the mean time, here’s a picture of me at Tikal, soaking it all in.