My buddy Dennis is going to be in town again this weekend. A friend invited me to go hear him speak tomorrow, but I think one mauling is enough for me. I truly do admire the man’s conviction of his beliefs, but his campaign has become little more than a thinly disguised ego trip. If he’s really serious about promoting change, he should drop out and focus on getting out the vote, a la Dean.
I came across this BBC article about a female journalist with a disability who tries speed dating. I’ve considered trying it, but to be perfectly honest, I’d probably be incredibly self-conscious and just a bit terrified. I’d have no idea what I could say in three minutes to someone that would begin to describe me as a person. The way I speak, I’d only get a couple sentences out before the bell rang. And the cynical part of me imagines that it would probably take the other person at least one minute, maybe two, to get past my physical appearance and actually listen to what I was saying. I could try convincing myself that it might be an interesting social experiment, but I think my ego would get in the way.
