Hunt, Love, Mitch

Last night and early this morning I took my very first hunting trip at a site up the Ocoee. I went with two of the funniest people I know and had a blast, basically spending the night hanging out and eating these "hobo meals" (a novelty to me). But this morning was horrible. I, like a fool, went to sleep without warm clothes on, and I got really, really cold. It got better once we woke up and started walking around, but, unfortunately, we didn't shoot a thing.

In almost unrelated news, I've recently been thinking about the complexities and importance of love. Yuppie collegate fool I am, I keep getting talked into thinking that love is a physical dependancy on self-satisfaction, but once in a while I get reminded that love is, in its purest sense, a selfless thing of commitment outside of oneself, and a thing composed of many emotions, some of which feel nothing like love.

One of these reminders came to me today in the form of a weblog set up and maintained by Mitch Hedberg's wife, Lynn Shawcroft. Read it and you'll understand. Or maybe not. Inspiration is almost never an objective occurance.

If you didn't know, Mitch was a comedian who believed in delivery above all other comedy theory.

"Stoplights go like this: green means go, yellow means hold on, and red means stop. With bananas, it's the exact opposite: green means hold on, yellow means go, and red means, "where the f*** did you get that banana?"