Attention conservation notice: Total navel gazing, nothing of substance here.

There was a time when I lived in a punk house in San Francisco.  I worked thirty to forty hours a week loading trucks and the rest of my time was my own.  I spent it in doing political organizing, reading, traveling, going to rock and roll shows, and generally living a life outside the work-a-day grind.  Those days are over for me.  Now, I’m an attorney, a married man, and I’m about to buy an apartment.  I work a lot, and when I’m not working more often than not I’m thinking about work or real estate, or some other iteration of capitalism of which my twenty one year old self would have disapproved.  I still do political work, but it is part of my professional life now, and unless it intersects with sport or philosophy, I have little interest in writing about it here.  The me of today is in many ways different from the one of ten years ago*, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I don’t miss group houses, or being broke, or endless political meetings the outcome of which is the scheduling of more meetings, but I do hope to continue to carve out a little time for myself away from the forces of the market.  The activities which I write about here are what I do in that time.  Exercise, study, the other obsessions and interests I discuss here  are my final stand against bourgeois normalcy.  They cost me almost nothing to engage in and hold no economic benefit.  I do them purely for the joy of it.

As time goes on I hope this blog will both provide useful information for those who share my interests and give me a space to ruminate on my idiosyncratic hobbies.  I hope it isn’t too boring.  I’ll try to keep the navel gazing to a minimum.  Hebrew, rock climbing, stoicism and running have little in common, except as they reflect parts of me – a wannabe scholar and an aging jock.  As time goes on, the particular subject matters covered here will likely change.  Hebrew may become Latin, rock climbing may become yoga, but the over ridding principle that this website for me to explore the parts of me which do not fit into my professional persona will remain constant.  I hope you stick around.

* In many other ways, I am the same – I am still a slow runner and I still think Jim Calhoun is the greatest coach in the history of college basketball.