I’d also like to mention that SMAC makes an awesome kielbasa chowder. Yes, kielbasa chowder. Don’t knock it ’till you’ve tried it! Also a great venue.

I logged into LinkedIn for the first time in awhile. They’ve really added a lot to that site.

In other news, I’m dying for a Celtics game. I’ve abandoned a couple of my “mind off” activities this summer, and I really miss the pure escape of watching a game or, let’s say, playing a little World of Warcraft. The latter, however, is forever behind me, I officially quit a couple months ago, never to return to the land of Azeroth.

Lastly, I don’t think shopping cart software should be used to collect town and state vehicle registration dollars. After payment, one has the distinct feeling that the cart is still quite empty, and that one may have been robbed.

One of my oldest lines in response to an emotional person (’you make me so angry!’) has been “I can’t make you feel anything‘. And I think it’s true. People feel stuff on their own, probably in an effort to manipulate those around them, subconscious though it may be. The actual sensation of ‘feeling’ an emotion is probably secondary to the outward behavior it is meant to produce for the ‘benefit’ of others…

[note: I titled this post 'I Second That Emotion' after the Smokey Robinson song because it's exactly that relationship between motion ('I second that motion') and emotion (Robinson's savvy twist) that I want to point out: both parliamentary motions are human emotions represent movement, or the yearning for movement, in an evolving contract between individuals or groups.]

When everything on Animal Planet is ‘repeats’ for you…

When you’re looking for an affordable ‘Eye of the Tiger’ ringtone at 3:30am…

… it’s time to go home.

Hogwash. This proves I’m young at heart.

I’m hoping to make some changes in my lifestyle, maybe just little tweaks at first, but inching toward the Good Life. Nobody is getting any younger. I’m pretty sure there were days at age 30 that I felt worse than some folks in their 50s, because I wasn’t taking care of myself mentally and physically, and because I allowed my dreams to sputter. I’d rather beat the clock than have it beat me. I turn 35 in July.

I want to feel proud of myself as I hit that halfway mark to 70. I want to feel really, really good. And I’d like to feel that engine of my dreams hum to life again. Not because there’s any point to it. Just because that’s the way to live.