Just say no?

Admittedly, I don’t read a ton of sportswriting. That said, I can hold my own in a conversation about most major sports (except basketball, yuck), so I’d like to think I’m not a total moron. And so I say with some confidence that Dan Shaughnessy is an outstanding sportswriter. Want proof? Check out his article in yesterday’s Globe about bringing the Olympics to Boston. It’s a must-read for anyone in the city.

The subheading “Idea is preposterous,” pretty much sums it up perfectly. But, if numbers are more your style, try this one: “Think the Big Dig was bad? This would be the Big Dig times 10.” Or, if music is more your beat, here you go: “Transportation? We can’t get from Dorchester to Nantasket Beach on Friday afternoons in July. Try to imagine Boston in summer with the Olympics in town. Charlie Cards all around. Everyman would ‘ride forever ’neath the streets of Boston’ and be ‘the man who never returned.'”

I love the Olympics, and my eyes have been on Brazil for the World Cup and London for Wimbledon just like the rest of the world’s, but I couldn’t agree more.

Donating blood

I donated blood for the first time today. There’s a constant demand for blood donors and I’ve wanted to do it for a long time. According to the American Red Cross, 41,000 blood donations are needed every day in the US alone.

For me, the whole process was pretty painless. When I got to the center, I had to answer a bunch of questions about my medical history, travel history, etc. To make sure I hadn’t been anywhere high risk, I had to go through every trip I’ve been on over the past year, down to the individual regions I visited. They had to call about some of the places I went to in Turkey, but I ended up being cleared. After that, it was pretty much like going to the doctor’s office. I guess I took a little longer than normal – I’m evidently too good a clotter for my own good. That’s actually kind of good news since I plan to start donating platelets instead of whole blood anyway. They gave me juice, cookies and a T-shirt, and I felt totally normal afterwards.

If you do decide to donate, be sure to make an appointment. Drink lots and lots of water before and try not to plan anything too stressful for after. Otherwise, it’s a pretty simple way to help out your community.

For more info about blood donation centers and drives in your area, call 1-800-RED-CROSS.

It is, in fact, deafening.

I’m currently on the receiving end of the silent treatment. Needless to say, it’s weird to have someone you lived with for ten years be completely unwilling to acknowledge your existence. Weirder still when among the last things they said to you were, “How do you want to proceed?” and “I’m happy to meet.” That was three months ago. I’d like to think I’ve been patient, but I’m hurt. Not to mention frustrated. This probably isn’t a great place to air those feelings, but some days it’s hard to be happy about profiteroles when other parts of my life are so sad.

IV cleaning

Blessed with a surprise day off, I am cursing myself with a cleaning spree.

My motivation: frustration

My goal: the refrigerator, the garage, the room I never go in… everything

My soundtrack: Led Zeppelin IV

Wish me luck!!

Acts of kindness

After days of pretty relentless complaining, something really awesome happened to me last night. I got home late, totally worn out and found a package in the mailbox. The girlfriend of the friend I called freaking out the other day sent me a present and a really nice card. It was truly the nicest thing anyone’s done for me in a long time. A much-needed reminder that the world is full of nice people. ❤

“It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice.” – Anonymous