I’m not sure when I first heard the acronym “FOMO — Fear Of Missing Out” but it didn’t resonate with me the way it does now.
On my stressful drive into the office this morning I was listening to the latest episode of The Candid Frame podcast. On this episode Ibarionex Perillo spoke with a woman named Jennifer Yoffy Schwartz. I found the projects she discussed interesting, including one for a gallery she once owned in which each participant took home artwork. Later in the podcast I discovered that she is in Atlanta, and that I missed out on this event, not that I knew about it at the time, but just that it happened here.
Slippery Slope Of Missing Out
I skipped German class last night. This was the first time that I missed a class for a reason other than being out of town or injured to the point of incapability. I just couldn’t convince myself to go. I wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t interested. I just had to go home and be alone. I tried hard to be productive while at home but the only thing I accomplished was making an awesome hamburger for dinner.
Next week is the final session for this term, and I expect to return. I have also committed to the next term, and hope to once again find the joy in trying to learn the language.
Going To Miss Out
I’m giving up on the remainder of la Vuelta a Espana. Chris Froome is the greatest cyclist of this generation, arguably one of the best ever, but he bores me. I don’t want to discount his skill by saying that the team for which he rides, Sky, is the reason he wins, but there is nothing about him or his riding style that captures my attention. I know today’s stage is a tough one, perhaps the toughest, but I can’t be bothered.
I Didn’t Miss Out
My comment yesterday afternoon about lunch never made it to the internets due to user error.
Yesterday I had a good lunch with ITP-Readers Stacy and Steve. We met up at Chinese Buddha for, you guessed it, Chinese food. Chinese Buddha is your standard Americanized Chinese, I had Hunan Beff [sic] which I asked to be prepared spicier than normal. The waitress seemed surprised, and thoughtfully brought a bowl of chili paste in case the cook had not cranked up the spice enough (he/she did not). Old Timey Atlantans, was Chinese Buddha once located in the old IHOP that is now a JR Crickets on North and Juniper? I believe Stacy and Steve both thought their dishes were good, though they can certainly refute this in a comment below if I am wrong.
Speaking of Chinese food, I failed to mention recently that last Friday I was eating at the Chinese buffet in Decatur and was sitting there when a man asked if he could join me at my table. I agreed and he sat down and started a conversation. I thought it was strange, but I had a few beers in me at the time so I was a little more outgoing that I normally would be. It turns out this guy, Neil Shulman is an Emory professor and author; one if his books was the inspiration for the movie Doc Hollywood, which was filmed in Micanopy Florida (about ten miles south of Gainesville) while I attended UF. Weird.
Not Going To Miss Out
I am making my first trip to Georgia Beer Garden this afternoon for an Urban Explorers of Atlanta meetup. Yay! Beer! Anyone know if there is parking near Georgia Beer Garden or should I take Lyft?
I’m sure that I am missing out on other items for today’s blog, but I need to get my day started.