Dates on the internet

I’m not referring here to the ones you get at (where if you don’t like things, you get an additional 6 months of something you didn’t like to begin with), or (which won’t like you if you’re gay or married or both), or all the beautiful russian ladies who write to me because they want “man of integrity with good job who want to make kids with family” (if they just knew how much email I get because of my excessively heavy penis, which has led to erectile dysfunction, not to mention all the millions I DIDN’T get from nigeria, they would just give up on me).

No, I’m talking here about dates like the ones you see on a calendar!

It’s really a pain in the ass to do any kind of research online because the material you’re likely to find is not dated. It’s impossible to tell, without even more research (let’s call it meta-research) to find out whether what you’re reading is 1 week or 10 years old.

Newspapers, by their nature, don’t have this problem, neither do blogs (because they’re supposed to resemble a journal – duh!), but many white papers, and purely informational material simply lack a date which would cut down to about 2 seconds the time you need to determine whether what you just found is useful or not.

It’s probably late for the gazillion undated pages out there, however, any new material should bear a date. There, I said it.


1st place in my category 5Km race!!!!

Today I ran a 5Km race for the first time (not the first time I run that distance, but I’ve never ran in any race – heck, I’ve never been involved in competitive anything).

I made 1st place for the “42-year old Venezuelan men living in Hoboken” category 😉

OK, seriously, I was the 321st person to cross the finish line, but I did the whole thing in a bit under half hour (28 min 47 sec), which means that I did push myself a little after all, even though I didn’t intend to.

My plan was to run these 5Km just as I would when I do it for pleasure, but on those occasions it takes me about 34 minutes to run the same distance. Pretty neat, eh?

The remarkable thing about the race was the rush of taking off with another 600 people. The energy radiated by the group was something really amazing, and I felt goose bumps continuously as I ran the first 10 or so minutes. I just couldn’t help feeling euphoric.

I guess my life’s not as uninteresting after all…

How interesting is my life? Really.

I officially set out on this blog thing 3 days ago. I thought that my life and opinions would be interesting enough to have something new to write practically every day, but when you have to really start pounding the keyboard or, more poetically, when you have to put pen to paper, it becomes evident that every day life isn’t as interesting as one would like to think.

In other words, everyday, life isn’t as interesting as it should be.

I’ve a feeling that this is what happened to the other two blogs I complain about in my preface ( and I think they simply over-estimated their own lives in terms of how interesting they might be.

Yet, I’m not giving up on this. I’m still going to try get this blog to fruition. Just bear with me a bit more.

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