Aside: this in an interesting article about the whole flotilla thing. http://www.stratfor.com/weekly/20100531_flotillas_and_wars_public_opinion Analysis of the subtle game of chess that is the sport of baiting Israel.
Anyway, the google results had me reading a bunch of rather amusing bad date stories from web-logs. Nothing funny enough to pass along, but amusing enough to keep me occupied while thinking about how to coordinate this stupid project that got dumped in my lap.
My thoughts are that it's not as bad as a movie (movies are bad dates! you're killing an entire evening by sitting in the dark, watching something, and not interacting!) because you are not entirely passive and can talk if the sound system isn't too loud. However, there's this sporting event going on, and one party is almost certainly going to be more "into it" than the other, given the nature of sports. This doesn't work well, especially as, for somebody really into it, they're going to have to prioritize engagement in the sporting event over engagement in the date too often. This isn't as bad for baseball as some sports, like football. You're also going to be passive observers for the most part. Then again, what do I know? I hated dating, sucked at it, and have somehow figured out a way to quit doing it permanently. Actually, I didn't suck at it. I just hated it and didn't do it. I've really only "asked out on dates" two different women, one of whom it was sort of a mutual thing or something and she was sort of pursuing me, the other I married a few months ago.
But perhaps I should compile my advice anyway, since I know this guy who's sort of making a concerted effort to try to start dating or something and he definitely needs all the advice he can get about human interaction. That's what everybody always needs: unsolicited dating advice.
I got into a religious discussion. Some people were saying some stuff about the "dichotomy" of "saved" and "not saved" and how you can't know which bucket other people are in, so don't judge them. I found their conversation puzzling and weird. They were speaking as if they knew, themselves, which bucket they were going to be in and that there are buckets you can assign people to in this life. I interjected that, essentially, we don't know anything and that there will be a lot of surprises on that great and final day. Jesus Himself said that there will be many who say, "Lord! Lord!" who will be cast out into the outer darkness, and why should we presume that He's just talking about other people and not us? There are many other examples were, essentially, Jesus says, "You might be damned, don't get lazy about this." Despite all these warnings from the mouth of the Son of God Himself, they think they are definitely wheat and not chaff. I, doing an honest assessment of my conduct, cannot possibly conclude from my fruits that I will be known or that I have the slightest mustard seed of faith. Incidentally, that was in vogue for some types of Calvinists in the 17th century - self-examination and journalling to determine whether one has shown signs of being regenerate, and therefore of being part of Elect (because most don't historically believe in "assurance of salvation" or anything like that).
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