indoor games

You feel kind of bad when you're starting a Scrabble game with a random stranger, and you score much better than them right from the start.






But when the roles are reversed and I'm outclassed, I wouldn't expect my opponent to go easy on me.

When the boy was 7 I would sometimes play football with him. I would usually let him narrowly win. That shows you how young he was - I could beat him.

When we visited his uncle, I was shocked to see the uncle playing as hard as he could, tackling hard and winning by a mile.

If I asked Doctor John, he'd say I'm hopelessly damaged by the teutonic toilet trainers, and it serves me right for being bourgeois. Of course, freelance Taoism teaches us that there's a bit of truth in everything, even ravings.

The new room mate found me on the office floor doing yoga this morning. Turns out he has been doing his own exercises when I'm out of the room. So suddenly we're teaching each other stretches and strengthening moves, in an impromptu yoga workshop. The last time I hosted a self-help class, it was for remedial head work, and it resulted in the conception of my daughter one night after class. Better in memory than actuality.


- iPod post