a priori/a posteriori

Thursday, May 28, 2015

A Perfect 300

Thu  9:29  AM
May 28, 2015
I did over 200 push-ups yesterday.

There will be a day soon when I hit 300.

That will be the most I've ever done, in one day.

Today may be that day.
I have to go change my cat's litter box.

Our cat's litter box.

I think in a way, whoever changes the litter box...that's at least partly your cat.  It's your cat in that moment, anyway.
I had some friction with my coach, last night.  I scored 3 points, then got benched for the 2nd half.

These things happen.
I love a Jim Rohn bit of advice:

"Learn to work harder on yourself, than you do on your job."

I honestly believe the best advice to give basketball players is,

"Learn to work harder on yourself, than you do on your team."

If five players -- or 12, or 20 -- are all working to make themselves better players every day, then at some point,

that will benefit the team.

And more than likely, it will bring the team closer together, because of the overlapping individual experiences.

time to go change some kitty litter.

and do some push-ups.
Thu  9:35  AM

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Hampton Yount is "Un-BEAR-ievable"

I was just listening to Hampton Yount's new album "Bearable,"

and it made me realize just how proud I am,

to have been a witness of that becoming-legendary group of stand-ups, from the DC/Baltimore/NoVA

2000s-2010s era.
That group has sprinkled itself nicely around the country, and it's staying strong.

(I don't know what that means, exactly)

Some of those comics are still my favorite comics, a decade after moving away.
Hampton is one of them.

And now, he's at an entirely different level.

Hand to Computer

(humor in parentheses)

When I was first paying attention, people would say "Hand to God"
if they wanted you to believe them.

(though i'm pretty sure it's been used mostly by Boss Hogg, or some other fake, Hollywood-doesn't-get-it character like that)

"Hand to God"
"Hand to God"

("Hand to G-d" , for any of my Jewish faithful)

Hand to God.

I just prayed to my computer, this morning.

I prayed that I would have a productive, distraction-free day on BrysonTurner.com
Hand to God.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

The Terror of being a "Teacher"

Little less than a year ago, I started my first ever job as a "teacher."

July 2nd, 2014.
Right now it's

Tue  6:57  AM
May 26, 2015

and I feel less worthy of the title than ever.

It's a word that does more than just suggest you are teaching children.

It requires it.
But that feels so unfair, at times.

It feels unfair, because in order for me to be a teach-er... 
someone needs to be taught.

And so my job, by definition, can only be completed
if someone else helps me.
This is incredibly frustrating.

Because I'll be honest -- if I could, I would do my job every day.

Let me try to explain this:

I like money.  I like getting paid.  I like being able to live comfortably.  I like the idea of being able to buy a home, one day.  I like the idea of my step-kid not complaining about us being poor 

(though that bar is admittedly very high, for an American teenager)
So don't get me wrong:  I like getting paid, to do my job.  And I will continue to do it.

But that doesn't mean I'm excited
to go into work every day.

It doesn't mean I have the emotional energy 
that I would like to have
every day.
This is a unique blessing, that I think many workers do not fully appreciate:

you are in charge of whether or not you accomplish your job.
The more I write,
the less confident I am.

Because I am sure that every job,
has its own set of challenges.

I've never heard a carpenter trying to hit nails with a hammer,
but half the nails don't show up that day,
and half the nails that do show up,
won't stop taking selfies.
Take my job, for instance:


It is 
Tue  7:18  AM

and I am currently blogging.

Will anyone ever read this?  I don't know.  
Whether "you" are reading this or not, 

it doesn't take Shroedinger's Cat to realize that either way, 

I am blogging.

Job accomplished.
Part of my frustration, of course,
is that I'm not that good at my job.

I don't know how to "connect" with a 14 year-old student.

I don't know how to explain to a teenager the importance of education,
without being immediately fired for ruining the "majestic, innocent world known as childhood."

When can I explain that childhood disciplines will largely determine how successful and how happy you are for your 
entire life entire life entire life,

without that sentence sounding like its
echoing out of a Haunted House?
I wish I could finish this thought now.

But I can't.

I have students.

Students who could possibly read this one day.

Which is terrifying. (because I want them to know I tried my best)
"The Internet" is terrifying, as a teacher.

But we'll save that for another day.


let's just focus on school.
Tue  7:44  AM
May 26, 2015

Monday, May 25, 2015

Holidays Don't Matter, for a Blogger

Mon  9:28  AM
May 25, 2015
Not that it matters, of course.

Today is Memorial Day.

Everyone has off of work.

So no matter what I write,

nobody is going to read it.
Guess I might as well go to a barbecue with Butterfly's, Dragonfly's,
and my's


and write something about comedy tomorrow.
' )

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Holy Crap, I'm Actually Changing

22 Days.

This is the first day


the "first 3 weeks"
Sun  1:45  PM
May 24, 2015

I'm a blogger.

I think it's official.

I want to be "a comedian."

But I'm not.  I'm a blogger.

I guess it's time to own it.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Gaining Weight

I'm trying to gain some weight.

Good weight.
Healthy weight.

There are a lot of reasons.

I like the idea of being strong, for my wedding.
And for my marriage, too, I suppose.

I wanted to be strong before that.

I remember being a little kid, and wishing I was stronger.

I was a fat baby.
Then, all of a sudden, I was skinny.

And I just remember being skinny, forever.
Since I was diagnosed with my deviated septum 6 months ago, my cells have been receiving more oxygen.

Apparently, it's still not as much as they would, if I had surgery on my nose.  But at least it's been better, these past 6 months.

That extra oxygen has allowed me to stay awake longer, and it's allowed me to exercise for longer, when I work out.

It's been a helpful thing.  Oxygen helps.  Who knew?
This morning, I weighed 170 pounds.

At no point in my life, have I ever weighed 170 pounds.

I've hovered between 145 and 165, for most of the past decade.

Not "proud" numbers, for a 6-foot-3-inch tall man, who always wanted to think of himself as an athlete.

But less embarrassing now, looking back, and knowing that my entire body was constantly suffocating for the past 15 years.
I don't know for sure, but if I had to guess,

I'll weigh 180-182 pounds, by the end of this summer.

And my life may be in for some major changes.

Like, for one:  I want to do that crazy "Dirty Dancing" move with Butterfly, at our wedding.

I better go do some push-ups...
Sat  10:29  PM
May 23, 2015