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Because I am an opinionated and sometimes overly-dramatic sort of fellow, I am prone to making grand declarations about things with which I disagree, dislike, or otherwise do not understand. “I will never do that,” I might say. Despite my willingness to rush into such commitments, my track record is pretty good. I still have not seen a Michael Bay film (since Armageddon), I have not succumbed to the shower-shoes-as-fashion thing (which God help us, still seems to be going strong), I have not darkened the doorway of a Blockbuster Video in many years, nor have I bought a toll tag, shopped at The Galleria mall in Bee Cave, or joined a social networking site that the kids seem to love so much…until Monday.

While I was at church this past weekend, I was sitting with my team after we had finished the run-through early and a couple of my friends (adult friends) started talking about Facebook. Soon, more people joined in the conversation and I finally had to stop them and ask how many of them were on Facebook. It turns out – all of them! I was the only one that wasn’t. So, under the crippling weight of peer pressure, I buckled and signed-up.

I can’t say that I fully understand all of it (What’s with all the poking nonsense?), but I admit that I can see the fun in it. I only have a few friends right now, so that I don’t become overwhelmed while I’m learning how to use it. So, go ahead and look me up, poke me, prod me, tag me, or do whatever else you are supposed to do to me and I will try to roll with it. I’m off to see if there is an iPhone app for Facebook. Oh, and don’t look for me on MySpace, because I would never go there.

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Errata: Upon review, it looks like my Iggy Pop celebrity sighting was false. He was in town and I thought it reasonable to believe that he would have a gym membership that would allow him to workout in most cities that he would visit on the road, but this apparently isn’t the case. From a Blender interview:

Q: What’s your workout regimen?

A: I do about 40 minutes a day of qi gong, the fundamental exercises of tai chi. It looks like nothing, but if you learn from somebody who knows the shit, it’s really hard. Or I’ll swim about 200 yards in a pool, just to get a little bulk. I’m about 140 pounds, but I was a big boy when I graduated high school — 160 pounds. Singers look funny at 160, unless you’re in Lynyrd Skynyrd.

He confirms the qi gong, sex, and swimming regimen in this radio interview with Terry Gross.

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My wife and I did have dinner with a friend at the Old San Francisco Steak House on Saturday. A full report on that evening is coming soon. It’s almost 2000 words already and we aren’t even all the way through the main course. It was a wonderful evening and I look forward to telling you about it.

But yes, my preferred style of long-form blogging is not conducive to daily entries and I have failed at my challenge to blog for 20 straight days. Meh.

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I’m only a third of the way (almost) through my challenge to blog every day for 20 days and I’m already feeling the stitch in my side. Man, I hate behavior modification. I didn’t get home until 9pm tonight and I don’t even have the energy to cheat like I did last night. I need to double-up on my blogging this weekend, when I have some time. Then I can mete out the posts next week on my busy days. Tuesday will be bad, because I have Bible study and I usually don’t get home until almost 10pm.

The Site: added some links to the links page.

The Workout: legs (five exercises, instead of the usual three), biceps, and triceps at the gym. We did three groups so that we don’t have to workout tomorrow. I’ll just do the treadmill.

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