I’m not sure when I first heard the acronym “FOMO — Fear Of Missing Out” but it didn’t resonate with me the way it does now.
Missed Out
On my stressful drive into the office this morning I was listening to the latest episode of The Candid Frame podcast. On this episode Ibarionex Perillo spoke with a woman named Jennifer Yoffy Schwartz. I found the projects she discussed interesting, including one for a gallery she once owned in which each participant took home artwork. Later in the podcast I discovered that she is in Atlanta, and that I missed out on this event, not that I knew about it at the time, but just that it happened here.
Slippery Slope Of Missing Out
I skipped German class last night. This was the first time that I missed a class for a reason other than being out of town or injured to the point of incapability. I just couldn’t convince myself to go. I wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t interested. I just had to go home and be alone. I tried hard to be productive while at home but the only thing I accomplished was making an awesome hamburger for dinner.
Next week is the final session for this term, and I expect to return. I have also committed to the next term, and hope to once again find the joy in trying to learn the language.
Going To Miss Out
I’m giving up on the remainder of la Vuelta a Espana. Chris Froome is the greatest cyclist of this generation, arguably one of the best ever, but he bores me. I don’t want to discount his skill by saying that the team for which he rides, Sky, is the reason he wins, but there is nothing about him or his riding style that captures my attention. I know today’s stage is a tough one, perhaps the toughest, but I can’t be bothered.
I Didn’t Miss Out
My comment yesterday afternoon about lunch never made it to the internets due to user error.
Yesterday I had a good lunch with ITP-Readers Stacy and Steve. We met up at Chinese Buddha for, you guessed it, Chinese food. Chinese Buddha is your standard Americanized Chinese, I had Hunan Beff [sic] which I asked to be prepared spicier than normal. The waitress seemed surprised, and thoughtfully brought a bowl of chili paste in case the cook had not cranked up the spice enough (he/she did not). Old Timey Atlantans, was Chinese Buddha once located in the old IHOP that is now a JR Crickets on North and Juniper? I believe Stacy and Steve both thought their dishes were good, though they can certainly refute this in a comment below if I am wrong.
Speaking of Chinese food, I failed to mention recently that last Friday I was eating at the Chinese buffet in Decatur and was sitting there when a man asked if he could join me at my table. I agreed and he sat down and started a conversation. I thought it was strange, but I had a few beers in me at the time so I was a little more outgoing that I normally would be. It turns out this guy, Neil Shulman is an Emory professor and author; one if his books was the inspiration for the movie Doc Hollywood, which was filmed in Micanopy Florida (about ten miles south of Gainesville) while I attended UF. Weird.
Not Going To Miss Out
I am making my first trip to Georgia Beer Garden this afternoon for an Urban Explorers of Atlanta meetup. Yay! Beer! Anyone know if there is parking near Georgia Beer Garden or should I take Lyft?
I’m sure that I am missing out on other items for today’s blog, but I need to get my day started.
Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]
Lunch was lovely, well at least a third of the company was. The food didn’t really impress me, but my normal standard now is TC, so they have a ways to go.
Some amazing rain on the way home yesterday- a band about 10 miles along I-85, then clear skies at home. Debbie rode Mac for the first time in months, then took Phinney to Bear Creek and I ran the trails home. It’s almost dark and she calls saying the skies are opening up and maybe we should bring the horses in. After several tries to get my act together (lead ropes, barn ready, headlight) I get Gus in his halter, but Mac doesn’t want to be near Gus, so he follows behind as we trot to the barn. It’s now pouring (!!) and Mac doesn’t want to go through the deluge coming off the roof of the barn. Finally I get the halter on him and he allows me to lead him in. Idiot. 10 minutes later Debbie rolls in with Phinney, and as we close up for the night, the rain stops. MF!
-FP
I thought my food was good, but no better than any of the myriad of Americanized Chinese food places in this country. They are not trying to be Tasty China, which is good since they are not in the same league.
And regarding the Vuelta… much like the Tour, the race is being overpowered by Team Sky and is less interesting. Clearly, the TT yesterday was all Froome, but the team does come into play. The other places seem more lively- as Froome would have to do something really stupid or the earth would have to open up and swallow him for him to lose at this point. I guess he could have a mechanical, but that seem a recoverable problem.
Heck, he’s fallen twice and still not lost enough time to lose the red jersey. Team Sky are the Yankees (or substitute the team in your favorite sport that represents spending a lot of money to win here). I give Froome credit because he kills everyone in TTs.
If I am slow to respond to comments it’s because Google has started considering comments as Junk mail. Yippee! 🙁
Oh, I like the Beer Garden! 🙂 I went there the day after it opened because, well, I’m a dork like that. And I’ve been back a couple of times since (O4W is my stomping grounds!). There’s metered street parking on Edgewood and non-metered on some of the side streets, and also a little pay lot that’s just a couple “building spaces” east of there next to Cafe 458. Last I saw it was pretty cheap, too. Only like $3 or something. I’m going to guess if you’re going this afternoon, it’ll be easy enough to find parking at any one of these spaces.
My food was decent, but the meal was really made by the fine company I had. 🙂
I so do not have FOMO ever, to the point where it actually freaks out a couple of my friends. One friend (who will remain unnamed) admits it’s almost a debilitating thing in her life and asked me once how I manage not to care. I told her it’s easier if you hate people. 😉
The meetup starts at 6pm. Maybe I will see if I can get a metered spot, and if not grab a Lyft.
The streetcar stops nearby too.
I love that damn streetcar. 🙂
Still have not ridden in it. Don’t know from where I would park and take it.
Take Lyft, that way beer consumption will not be a DWI issue
That thought had crossed my mind, Lyft is muuuuch cheaper.
Taking a complete left turn (because I am watching the news), is your mother prepared to GTFO? I’m about to mandate my parents come up and spend the weekend with me. It looks like it will get down right nasty in Florida.
I am going to call my mother tonight. I don’t know what her plan is yet, but mobility is not high on her capabilities.
Telling Gmail that all of your comment emails are not Junk mail is getting old…
You can do this by way of a filter that tells Gmail never to send messages from specific addresses to Spam.
And since I’m commenting today, I’m truly not clear how driving from East Atlanta to Midtown can be stressful? Are you taking the connector? If so, then that makes sense. Otherwise there’s various surface routes that shouldn’t be an issue until perhaps the vicinity of 14th Street, but that only snags for a block or two.
You truly should be on the lookout for more ways to be kind to yourself.
Keep selling it Lurker!! One day he might buy…
Doubtful, Steve. But I have much in common with Sisyphus so sometimes I just can’t help myself. 😉
I don’t see where I was being unkind to myself today. I call things like I see them.
Ain’t we all…
Darn it, my comment was lost. Poop.
“I don’t see where I was being unkind to myself today.” Manually tagging “not spam” (especially since you’re a programmer) is part of the death by 1,000 cuts experience in your life. You’re so numb you can’t see it.
Okay, I am now at a real keyboard so I will try again.
I am leaving the house too late these days to take the Connector, so instead I take Moreland -> Memorial -> Piedmont -> 13th. It is the unpredictable actions of those around me who make this commute stressful.
Fair enough, Moreland and Memorial can be stressful. I’m like water in traffic, there’s two gravel roads (one just got paved) that I sometimes take between Grant Park and my kids’ school at Ponce/Moreland. Avoid the capitol area and your drive will be markedly easier.
Stupid hootie technology.
What about blowfish technology, is that okay? 🙂