Las Vegas

Oh boy have I been doing some big thinking lately. It’s not about anything important mind you, just my usual ruminating about life but by golly I’ve got some new material and I’m very excited about it. In addition to the aforementioned blogging brain that I put on the back burner this year, I stopped reading all of my philosophical books and researching different facets of cognitive sciences. Did you know that’s what I do in my spare time? Well, did, in my spare time. I had an interesting conversation the other day that prompted me to do a little research on government systems and just like that I was thumbing through my old copy of Walden and mulling over concepts from Jonathan Haidt.

I also happened to start reading an extremely convoluted book that is less about insightfulness and more of an accidental and profane look at the absurdity of human life. It’s a fiction story, silly, and written in the name of good fun but as I read, I can only think about the complex mind of the fella who wrote it and somehow that’s become more interesting to me than the actual story. Tracking where he’s going with this tale is entirely captivating. How did his brain come up with nonsense of such an insightful caliber?

Nothing I’m writing here means anything to you does it? I’m being vague and excluding you from my jumble of good thoughts. How rude of me. I also don’t really have a point here. I’m just excited about what’s going on in my brain.

In other news, The Union clan has safely made it home from our somewhat off-putting holiday to Las Vegas. Now you know us. We have a good time everywhere doing anything, but most of us decided we could happily never go to Las Vegas again. The crowds, the prices, the fat people, the bimbos, the gluttony, the extravagance, the constant ring-a-ding-ding of the slot machines. Did I mention prices? I had half of a quesadilla and it was $20. An entire quesadilla would have been $40 which happens to be half of my water bill. For what it’s worth, it was a good quesadilla.

I’ve always been particularly inpatient in crowds of people because I take long strides and have a quick gait. Sometimes my feet are farther along than the person in front of me. This causes tripping, doubling up tiny steps, and crashing into idiots that spontaneously stop moving with the flow of things. There was a shoulder-to-shoulder mob everywhere we went which means Big Lu was irritable for three days. Also, its very dry out there which makes for sharp boogers.
Mom really hated the sharp boogers.

That said, we laughed and laughed, taught Dad a few embarrassing life lessons, had a number of tasty meals, ate gelato in the daytime, took naps, rode in a helicopter, and invented a new gambling game we called Elevator Roulette during which all participants have to run and stand by the elevator that they thought would open first. This sounds simple and boring but it provided many laughs. That means it’s worthwhile.

So that’s all. Blogging break is over and it’s back to subjecting you with posts like this one that really have no point. Brace yourselves.

And Happy New Years!