Softball: A Quasi-Ontological Gloss on our Communal Dilemmas
Dear People,
Let me be frank (and I don't mean our own athletically staggering Frank Cheung, conceptually transformative as that could be). The hard reality is that over the last couple months, I have seduced, wooed and practically bathed you in a ceaseless stream of digitized aerobic pillow talk, and as a result, many of you have committed to a countless series of time-sucking rainouts and tragically aborted half-games. Yet rather then step up and change my reprehensible ways, I somehow try to justify my actions by citing dubious musings from Aristotle and his ilk-“Nature is the source of all primary matter and the form of all that is essence. Yet humans, not being Gods, cannot hope to predict her ways.” Yeah, Aristotle. What a moron.
The point is that instead of softball, I could easily organize fully secured tournaments of all-nude indoor pogo dancing, but because I'm addicted to risk, I continue to diss your desperate cravings for certainty. Does this mean I'm not only an insensate little cur, but also a vacuous buffoon in the most Palinesque sense of the term? I honestly don't know, but I do know that my grip on the levers of recreational power is not easily loosened, and thus if we're going to get rid of me, it will have to be through some kind of asymmetrical assault on my flanks of vulnerability. For example, I'm a non-active member of the California Bar (#161209), and in all candor, I think my organizational nihilism reveals a cornucopia of ethical transgressions that would certainly stir anew their salty disciplinary juices.
For now, though, I have a softball league to run. This means that I'll be looking deep and hard into the source of all primary matter and the form of all that is essence, and for the record, I'm going to do that regardless of how utterly disgusting it actually is. And therefore there will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, IF I get enough commits by this Friday morning…Raymond
11/12/10
Softball: The Mysteries of Taste
Dear People,
There will be a game at Codornices this Sunday at 11, and as of now there are still six slots left. This means that I still need a few more players, so if you've been paralyzed by abulia, now is the time to stop screwing around and make that commit. And you can do so knowing that according to my peeps at Yahoo Weather, it's going to be gorgeous (Sunny and 72 degrees with the lingering fragrance of fennel and mint).
This week's field fee is just $4, and that includes a complimentary one year subscription to the UCLA Journal of Gregorian Chants, Speed Metal and other Musical Genres with Inexplicable Appeal….Raymond 845-7552