Don\'t Ask Why
Written by David Vogel Wednesday, 02 May 2007 07:52When I saw the dress almost four years ago from the traveling “M*A*S*H” exhibit from the Smithsonian at the Eisenhower Museum in Abilene, I never imaged that I’d get to meet the man who wore it.
Only a small population of people ever gets to meet one of its heroes. And I feel privileged to be one of the few to attain such a rare honor.
OK, so maybe “met” is a little too strong of a word. But the basic sentiment is still there, even though I didn’t actually talk to him or shake his hand. I could have, supposing I had hurtled over several rows of tables and jumped on stage to tackle him. (This is usually frowned upon in show business.)
However, I was in the same room as him, and that’s enough for me.
Now that I’ve...
Written by David Vogel Wednesday, 25 April 2007 09:56I’m stuck. I’m not completely sure that I will ever exit my room again, to be more specific.
This is because right now I am sitting in the midst of a mutant heap of papers, key chains, pens, old learners’ permits, expired Wal-Mart gift certificates, Beanie Babies, newspaper clippings, loose change, empty toilet paper tubes and other random substances that have been collecting on my desk for the past several months.
I’m never completely sure how I acquire all of this stuff.
My desk is reasonably clean for several days. But things begin randomly appearing every time I come back to my computer, until eventually I have a mountain of indiscriminate objects blocking my line of vision to the monitor.
I suspect there is some sort of...
Written by David Vogel Tuesday, 17 April 2007 14:14Do I have a good reason? No. Does anyone ever have a good reason? No. But did I do it anyway? Yes.
Why am I answering my own questions? I don’t know.
The point is that I did do it, and that it probably wasn’t the smartest thing I could have done.
But there comes a point in every teenager’s life, in my case Monday, when one just has to say, “Enough is enough! I’m tired of complying to social standards and conforming to what everyone tells me to do. I’m going to rebel. I’m going to be a unique individual. I’m going to poke an extra hole in my head!”
This is ironic, because by going against the flow, I was actually going with the flow because everyone was telling me to do it.
But did I really do it to rebel? Not...
Written by David Vogel Wednesday, 04 April 2007 02:43I would like to meet the guy who decided to do something stupid on an airplane with a container of shampoo, so I could smack him in the back of the head with a three-ounce bottle of hardened cement.
I don’t know what he was thinking, nor do I want to know. All I know is, he really made traveling difficult for me. At least, that’s the way I feel right now.
As I write this, I am in the middle of trying to figure out what I can and cannot carry onto the airplane with me. And, as you may have caught from my slightly angry, but humorous slapstick-like comment from before, I’m not having much luck.
I am traveling, along with what I would estimate to be around 100 other Hillsboro High School students, to...
Written by David Vogel Wednesday, 21 March 2007 19:33I can’t decide whether it should be comforting or stressful. I’m talking about the little clock on the bottom right side of my computer monitor, which has been serving me—informing me of the time without hesitation—for several years.
However, less than two weeks ago, it suddenly fell an hour behind. It now reads 10:42 p.m., instead of the correct, and preferable, 11:42 p.m. that it is.
This is what I can’t decide about. For one thing, it’s sort ofrelieving; feeling that I still have an extra hour left in my day. Buton the other hand, it makes me feel anxious, knowing that I don’treally have as much time as I think.
It’s sort of a two-faced situation.
This raises a couple questions. First, why is my computer...
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