Journal perfessor multigeek's Journal: There is Do. There is Not Do. There is No Try 3
I just did another Caustic debate last night. And I utterly kicked ass. The guy arguing against me, a fulltime reporter from the New York Post (heh, heh) was, obviously, a far more experienced writer. He was arguing the popular position (that New York City should secede from the United States). Unlike me, he has access to Lexis-Nexis. And he's something of a "street" guy; Italian, a little bit rough talking, from the "outer boroughs".
He should have eaten me for breakfast and picked his teeth with my bones.
But he showed up having done no research, spoke tepidly and gestured reluctantly.
I, as usual, had done hours of research, spent over an hour practicing my bits with a kitchen timer (they only give us three minutes to make our case and then two, and then one minute for rebuttals), and showed up early to check the layout of the room and get to know the staff.
Well, and of course, as all of you would know to expect, I spent my time on stage as a raving, berating, spittle-spraying maniac.
Sheer obsessiveness and energy won a decisive victory over facts, skill, and deep pockets.
I don't know what felt better, the applause and such afterwards or the chance to, upon request and with actual publicity, support, and funding, thrash about in front of a willing crowd acting like a fact-stuffed, just escaped theory-declaiming schizophrenic.
But then again, maybe it was just the free drinks.
At times like that I truly do love my life.
-Rustin
He should have eaten me for breakfast and picked his teeth with my bones.
But he showed up having done no research, spoke tepidly and gestured reluctantly.
I, as usual, had done hours of research, spent over an hour practicing my bits with a kitchen timer (they only give us three minutes to make our case and then two, and then one minute for rebuttals), and showed up early to check the layout of the room and get to know the staff.
Well, and of course, as all of you would know to expect, I spent my time on stage as a raving, berating, spittle-spraying maniac.
Sheer obsessiveness and energy won a decisive victory over facts, skill, and deep pockets.
I don't know what felt better, the applause and such afterwards or the chance to, upon request and with actual publicity, support, and funding, thrash about in front of a willing crowd acting like a fact-stuffed, just escaped theory-declaiming schizophrenic.
But then again, maybe it was just the free drinks.
At times like that I truly do love my life.
-Rustin
Nonsense... (Score:2)
The quotation is "Do. Or do not. There is no try," by the way.
I, for one... (Score:2)
GO RUSTIN!
-MT.
My rant (Score:2)
Enjoy.
- enter Rustin, hunched over, disgusted, and twitchy - -
Look, I love New York. Even more then most. But if you think I want to be locked on a bunch of little islands with you nutjobs, you've got another thing coming.
'Cause that's what secession means. You do know that, right? Bush will hire East Germans to wall us in. And then, with the bridges al