Tubasaluki: Quoting music since 2003

It feels like I should have one of those posts where I do a little reporting, a little philosophizing, a little lecturing, and a little of nothingness. Random is the name of today’s game.

The weekend, and what a weekend it was. I didn’t do much. Watched the football game, watched more football on Sunday, ate some chicken. Pretty much par for the course. The problem when all of your friends love sports, like I do, is that every weekend is the same. Football on Saturday, football on Sunday.

I never thought I’d say this, but its getting boring. Maybe its being away from teams I care about, but entering this fourth football season at college, I can’t get excited over a Missouri-Texas Tech tilt or look forward to Bears-whomever.

I used to be able to watch a game, no matter who was playing, and have a vested interest. Now, I can’t. Maybe I just don’t like sports as much anymore. Maybe I want to be more than just the guy that knows sports (well, I’ve always wanted that).

Sports are, at their core, a distraction. Its a way to escape from your life. I thought about this when I attended a Seahawks game after 9/11. For those three hours, terrorism didn’t exist. For three hours, radical Islam wasn’t a concern. For three hours, the only thing on anyone’s mind at that stadium was beating the Eagles, which we didn’t do.

So, as I rethink that, is my real goal in life to talk about a distraction? To analyze what amounts to noise?

Isn’t it fun when I point-blank question who I am on here? I suppose a little self-examination is never a bad thing. In a related story, I’m really thinking about grad school, and really thinking that eventually I’d like to teach.

In other news, I’m fairly certain I’m going to Australia. I checked in with the International Studies office on Friday and they said that I had been placed at the University of Canberra. Not officially accepted, but placed. The difference? Beats me. I’m guessing they have to make sure I’m not an anti-Australian Guam Nationalist. Considering I’ve never been to Guam, I think I’ll pass that test rather easily.

So, I’m excited about that. Going to be really busy. I need to figure out what I’m doing next year now, for example. Its kind of weird. I’m sure it will work out in the end.

If you’re still wondering why I needed beer and classical music the other night, it was because I was turned down by a girl. (Going from happy to somber. I’m like the opposite of those Nissan commercials that talk about the lack of shift shock) It happens. I got the traditional “You’re a great guy and everything, but…” I have a theory that if the women who have turned me down over my collegiate career had a vote, I would be the World’s Greatest Guy. They would build a statue of me and everything. The inscription would read: “Alan Hoffmann: What a Great Friend” Tourists would snap pictures. Frankly, I’m looking forward to the dedication.

(Yes, I made myself laugh at that. It was meant as a joke, don’t feel bad if you laughed to.)

So, now its back to square one. The only thinkg I really wonder is, what’s square two like?

Bend yer mind around that one.

Well, its time to do other things. Maybe a nap, maybe some phone calls. Who knows? Probably the Shadow, but he’s kind of creepy.

Thanks to you, I’m much obliged for such a pleasant stay,

Alan