Chrisonomicon

Sunday, August 11, 2002

Again, I can't stress enough how monumental small gestures mean to me. An email, a phone call, a wave, or a smile can all mean the difference between a good day and a great day. It was another extended weekend spent in the big city with Mike—another weekend filled with many such aforementioned gestures—and I parlayed the time into an opportunity to see friends and get out a little as well.

Of note, Mike and I attended a major league soccer game on Saturday, courtesy Dave and Ramon. Held at the new stadium, the event was a shiny new coin found unexpectedly and we quickly snatched up the opportunity to see the new complex, drink beer, and watch tightly-uniformed young men kick a ball around in the early-evening summer heat. It was nice to spend some time with Dave as well, who I was concerned about after his roommate and best friend, Scott, left for NYC. He seems to be doing just fine.

Now that I have the new camera, I'm hoping to incorporate some photos here on a semi-regular basis in order to take advantage of this amazingly versatile medium, one that allows such additions without the need for glues or scissors or film development. Audio would be the next, logical progression, but it will be a while before I dig out my microphone again.