Today someoneĀ on campus asked me for directions:

Her: Can you tell me where the library is?
Me: Which one?
Her: The big main one.
Me: …that doesn’t necessarily help.
Her: soofalo or whatever.

I gave her directions to the Suzallo Library.


Me: So we have this Unix guru at work….
Cliff: Is he from the old days? Is he a mighty power from the ancient times—filled with arcane knowledge from the forgotten days?


Cliff: You seem like type that would have a girlfriend, Matt.
Abe: Yeah, Matt, you seem like a breeder.

Abe is an anthropologist, that’s sort of the way he thinks…


Kate: Everything can be fixed and perfected by the great Matt MacAdam!!
Me: That’s what I hear…
Kate: Can you fix my love life?


Most everyone who has inherited a love of the sea feels that the clipper bow is a befitting finial to a sailing vessel, as a beautiful head of hair is to a woman. Perhaps neither the long hair nor the bowsprit is necessary, but when either is removed there is a loss of character that is hard to replace. —L. Francis Herreshoff

and from bash.org we have a golden one:

DragonflyBlade21: A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you’re a great guy, but I don’t like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we’re not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we’re going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn’t work out, we’ll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.


But sometimes a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do…it’s usually wrong…but, hey…

–My Father


“I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky. And all I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by.” —John Masefield

I was going to sailing this morning, but it didn’t happen–I was too lazy. I’m shooting for Friday now. I work in the morning, and then I can go straight to the water and sail from about 1:00 to sunset. I saw Andy this morning–he says he’ll be there to laugh at me. It probably will be pretty funny, I haven’t been out in a while.

I’ve been thinking lately, and the only moments I’ve been really happy over the past 4-5 years have been sailing. I bought a book of sailing quotes the other day (that’s where the above came from, you may also have heard it from Star Trek V). There really is something about sailing that can’t be explained…

When you’re sailing…it just seems like everything melts away…you’re only 20 minutes from shore, but everything there seems infinitely far away. Nothing on shore (work, school, whatever) can bother you while you’re out on the water. There’s you, the boat, the water, and God. I could swear God has a stronger presence on the water than on land. That’s probably due to the absence of distractions out there.

I think the best thing is when you go out in a storm, and it’s kind of nerve-wracking, and you’re putting all your effort into not capsizing. It’s kind of scary, but it’s great. And then the storm settles down and there’s still plenty of wind, but it’s not scary anymore, and you realize you’re still alive and the rest of the world just seems so trivial in comparison to what you’re doing right then. It’s purifying.