It’s an obscure reference. A really obscure reference, if I had to be honest. I’m wondering how many people would actually recognize this name.
I liked the scene from the West Wing a great deal. So much so, that it was one of the early YouTube videos I posted up.
Honestly, in addition to the process itself… the administration of this drug was also fairly unsettling to me. I heard stories of people emerging from this having said or blurted out all manner of crazy things.
Part of me wondered: what would I say? Horrible things about what I thought of others? Would I blurt out statements that would reveal me for the horrible person I am, deep down? Would something happen where I would lose all of my memories, and not just the ones during the procedure.
The day before my procedure, I was working from home. I dropped Liz off at the train station, picked up a coffee… and what I walked by the bathroom upstairs, I spotted this little gift that Liz had left for me.
My wife, ladies and gentelmen. God bless her.
I didn’t end up taking a lot of photos this weekend. I was planning, originally, to start that sentence with “sadly” but I’m wondering now if this was a bad thing. I ended up enjoying the moment more, and wasn’t as focused on trying to document the moment.
Everyone who participated got to answer the question however they saw fit, but had to follow one rule: answer in two minutes or less. I had a blast presenting, and really enjoyed all the varied answers. Below, I’m including video of my talk (along with a few favorites).
Tonight, I opted to just tell a story. I had some photos and slides made up, but it just ended up being all of two photos. And while they might have helped, they felt more like a distraction. So I just went all in on the words themselves.
My cousin Joanne was in town for business, and we arranged to meet up for dinner in Fulton Market. I think it’s been nearly seven years since we last saw one another, which is pretty crazy.
A few months back, Liz and I had heard of a place called Barton G’s. It sounded fun, in terms of how the food and presentation was described (think: very over the top)… and so Liz ended up making reservations for us to try it out.
When Liz came downstairs, I saw that she had on her “Team Feliz” shirts (part of my birthday gift from a few months ago).
So of course, I had to put mine on. Gotta show the coach I’m willing to put in that extra effort.
On our way to the next location. This made for a very fun and stressful trek, as we were heading towards the trouble.
So it turns out that I’m a 45 year old man who can’t seem to dress himself properly. Because after I showered, I put on a shirt inside-out. And had no idea that I did this, for the entirety of the day.
As luck would have it, my cousin Jenny was in town this week – and we made plans to catch up over some coffee, early on Friday morning. We met up at the Intelligentsia that’s near Millennium Station (the one that I tend to walk by, but rarely stop at because I’m rushing to get to work).
For my birthday, Liz had some fun excursions planned for the evening. First up, we had dinner at Daisies, which was a nice treat. We’ve been really good about staying on our diet, but tonight was an excuse to splurge a little bit – and so pasta was back on the menu.
He was a little confused at first, but I convinced him to hand his phone over. And I then googled the blog post where I wrote about being mistaken for Steve Aoki.
Lately, I’ve gotten more emails that were meant to be for some other (assuming German) Felix Jung. It happens often to me, as my email is felixjung@gmail.com, but Gmail ignores any kind of special character in the email address.