19 Things I Don't Understand

Why men have nipples.

How almost everyone ends up finding someone they want to marry and who wants to marry them.

How the birds decide who gets to be the one in the front of the V.

How you can distinguish so easily when someone standing 10 feet away from you is making exact eye contact versus looking one inch above your eye (the difference in their eye position is less than a millimeter). Why is eye contact so obvious?

How I can hold my cell phone, which is a little piece of plastic, and speak into it, and my friend in Sydney can hear what I said in his little piece of plastic, even though there's an ocean between us.

Why January 1 is the New Year. It's all based on Jesus, and the two big Jesus days are Christmas and Easter, right? What the hell happened on January 1?

How there can be a "new moon." A full moon happens when the sun is behind the Earth, shining toward the half of the moon that faces us. How can there be a new moon without the sun being behind it, all up in our grille like it is during the day?

Why the driving age is 16. Shouldn't it be like 19 or 20? How do parents sleep at night when their 16-year-old kid is driving around all the time? I'll be damned if my future 15-year-old daughter is ever getting in the car with some 16-year-old, 120 pound guy with a wispy little moustache and his shitty little skateboard. And his music.

Why I subscribe to 4 magazines if I basically read none of them ever.

Why I'm allergic to almost all dogs and cats and most other people aren't. What the hell? Either all humans should be allergic to dogs and cats, or none of them.

The obsession with contrived celebrity couples. What could possibly be less interesting than the happenings between Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes? If you put me in front of one of those TV shows where Paparazzi make celebrities so angry that they lash out, I won't move until the show is over. There can be a tsunami washing over Los Angeles and I will stay put. But the fascination with the relationships I will never understand.

How there can be music on the face of a CD or video and sound on the face of a DVD. I understand how there could be dust on the surface, or maybe dirt, or even jelly if you were so inclined-- but not music.

Why I can't ever walk in the grocery store for any reason without spending under $100, or the bookstore without spending $40.

Why people like the Matrix movies.

Why everyone thinks that going to a loud, dark, jam-packed bar where you can't have a conversation with anyone and it takes 8 minutes of hard work to get a $7 drink is an ideal social situation.

I know this has been said a lot before, but the whole David Eckstein situation. The only plausible explanation is that as a kid he found a genie lamp and one of his wishes was to be a professional baseball player. For Christ sake, he hit a homerun last week. It has to be a genie. (If I had a genie lamp I'd wish for an outdoor hot tub. Period. Although this inclination may be influenced by the fact that I'm in my mom's house at the moment, and even though it's 40 degrees outside, she doesn't feel the need to turn on the heat. I'm shivering. This is inexplicable.)

Why it costs 39 cents for someone to hand deliver an envelope to someone's door 3,000 miles away. Shouldn't it cost like $7? And you'd read about how in the 1950's it cost 39 cents to send a letter and you'd be shocked?

Why in a huge nation like the United States, with a complex array of political issues, there are two political categories, and every politician has to abide by one of them to have any political success. I don't know how, but this should change.

What the hell we're all doing here. I'm not trying to get into some deep "meaning of life" thing, but the fact that people exist is kind of weird, isn't it?

The News Feed

When I first joined The Facebook, there were about 500 people signed up. It was started by a random guy at Harvard my senior year, mainly for a practical reason.

All Harvard students, other than Freshmen, are divided into 12 "houses"-- each with about 400 people. Each house has their own online facebook, but you can only access your own house's facebook. It's stupid. Someone would say, "I'm in love with some girl in one of my sections," and instead of showing me her picture on her house's online facebook, I'd have to settle for a description, or perhaps a drawing.

So this kid Zuckerberg starts a site called The Facebook, so Harvard kids could post their pictures and a little profile and anyone could view anyone else, regardless of their house. He adapted the "Friendster" idea of having a list of your "friends."

Well it caught on.

It quickly became a thing at Harvard that everyone was doing and talking about. It was a phenomenal procrastinating device, and it was addictive. 500 people quickly turned into 3,000, and soon Zuckerberg extended the site to Yale. Then 10 other schools.

You know how the story goes-- it's a national phenomenon now, and latest I heard Yahoo! had offered Zuckerberg over a billion dollars for it.

Anyway nowadays I visit the site only sparingly. When I went on couple months ago noticed this horrifying new "News Feed" feature, which publicizes every single profile edit I make or new "friend" match of mine on the home page of every one of my "friends."

This is terrible for two reasons. First, from now on, every time someone really embarrassing befriends me, everyone will know about it. Second, the profile edit thing simply means that I will never edit my profile again. I've already seen on my News Feed a number of people add something like "chillin like a villain" to their Interests, and I cringe each time. A profile edit is just not worth it. That said, this was all a moot point, considering that I haven't edited my profile in over two years.

And then my girlfriend noticed that I was listed as "single" on my profile.

At first, she mentioned it in passing, in a joking manner. I explained that I was never going to change it to "in a relationship" because it would be publicized on everyone's front page and that would just be awkward. She understood.

Then one day she mentioned it again. She was becoming restless. Then she started threatening to change her myspace profile to "single." So finally, the other day, I said screw it, and I changed it. It couldn't be that big a deal, right?

An hour after changing it I got a text message from my sister: "Just so you know on the top of everyone's homepage it says 'Tim Urban has gone from single to in a relationship.'"

Then I got an email from a friend: "I'm glad you decided to announce to the world that you're no longer available."

Another: "It must be serious if you posted it on the facebook." I also got a couple phone messages. Thanks, Zuckerberg.

Even worse, any time anyone breaks up with someone, there's a public memorial on the News Feed-- "Johnny has gone from being in a relationship to single." Or, "Tom has gone from looking for friendship to looking for dating and random play.

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On a completely unrelated note (so much so that it warranted a line), I can already see this Kenny Rogers pine tar cheating thing escalating to an annoying level. I really hope this doesn't get out of hand. I actually think it was classy of LaRussa not to try to get Rogers ejected-- it would have been a bitchy move if he had. I like Rogers, and I like Detroit, and it would be a damn shame if Detroit's great run was overshadowed by this. Yes, he was using pine tar, and yes, he lied about it afterwards. But according to the players, 60% of pitchers use it, so big deal. Of course, the media now has a new topic to write about, so this will become way overblown. This is a safe prediction, because if it doesn't become overblown, I can just go back and erase this paragraph.

College Dude, Normal Dude

I was out with a friend tonight and we ran into a couple we knew. We shook hands, exchanged a few pleasantries, and that was it. As we were parting ways, someone said, "It's good to see you guys-- let's get in touch soon." We all agreed.

As my twenties roll on, I seem to be a part of more and more lame, phony, adult-like interactions like the one described above. I find it pretty depressing.

Say what you want about cruel, middle-school kids, or social-climbing high school kids-- but at least their social interactions aren't lame and forced. As life wears on, interaction becomes increasingly polite and formal, and increasingly phony and excruciating. By the time you're a parent, politeness has so overwhelmed the realm of social conversation, that it's like people are reciting a script-- "This was great. We should do it again soon." "I love what you've done with the kitchen." "How's your wife?" "It's good to see you guys-- let's get in touch soon."

Younger people don't say things like that. They shoot each other down, they openly disagree with each other, they make fun of each other, they laugh at each other, they laugh at themselves. And then everything changes, and other than really close friends, you're not allowed to make fun of someone, or bust someone's balls, or challenge someone's statement, without raising eyebrows and being perceived as horribly rude. It's almost as if adults become so over-civilized that social life becomes a boring, excruciating web of forced politeness. When kids turn into adults, they begin to take themselves more and more seriously, until everyone is so sensitive that they can no longer handle anything but polite, predictable interaction.

For most of my life, I've been on the young side of this, and scoffed at the phony formality of adult life. But more and more, I find myself saying, "This was great. We should do it again soon," and each time I say one of these hideous lines, I die a little bit more inside. I'm not quite at the ultra-hideous "I love what you've done with the kitchen" stage yet, but I'm a lot closer to it than I'd like to think about.

Now I'm not claiming I'm some "real" soul lost in a phony world. I'm just as guilty as anyone-- I'm simply commenting that this is an unfortunate aspect of getting older.

I'm also not suggesting that this should necessarily change-- these boring social norms are in place for a reason. When a college kid gets laughed at by everyone, he's only representing himself, so it's okay. But when a 50-year-old gets laughed at by other 50-year-olds, he's being belittled in front of his wife and kids. Maybe that's why people begin to take themselves so seriously-- because they become the prime moral role models of their children, and because they represent half of their marriage. For these reasons they must maintain a much higher level of dignity than does a college or high school student. And this phenomenon trickles into the rest of adult life. The problem is, this burden of universal dignity takes all the fun out of everything and forces everyone to be phony all the time.

Social interaction is just one of the casualties of the transition to adult life. My friend Andrew and I often lament at the growing general lameness in our life. To capture this awful transition, we created two characters: College Dude and Normal Dude. College Dude is who we were a few years ago, and Normal Dude is who we will be in a few years. At the moment we're somewhere in between. Here are some of the ways they differ:

College Dude drinks with a friend.
Normal Dude gets drinks with a friend.

College Dude hooks up with girls.
Normal Dude goes on dates with girls.

If College Dude is disloyal, he cheats on his girlfriend.
If Normal Dude is disloyal, he has an affair.

College Dude has a backpack.
Normal Dude has a bag with a shoulder strap.

College Dude walks the Walk of Shame.
Normal Dude has an awkward office moment.

College Dude wears sneakers.
Normal Dude wears shoes.

College Dude has a job.
Normal Dude has a career.

College Dude bites his nails.
Normal Dude has a nail clipper.

College Dude has posters on his wall.
Normal Dude has framed pictures on his wall.

College Dude calls friends on Friday night and goes out.
Normal Dude makes plans ahead of time.

College Dude gets drunk multiple nights in a row.
Normal Dude gets drunk 1 night and then needs at least 1 night off.

A big night out for College Dude costs $25.
Normal Dude spends $100 on big night out.

College Dude wears khakis when he gets dressed up.
Normal Dude wears slacks.

College Dude buys clothes when he needs to.
Normal Dude goes shopping.

College Dude has free time.
Normal Dude has leisure time.

College Dude thinks girls are hot.
Normal Dude thinks girls are sexy.

College Dude plays sports.
Normal Dude exercises.

In fact, College Dude is in shape, while Normal Dude is fit.

College Dude’s jeans are baggy.
Normal Dude’s jeans fit well.

College Dude buys a 30-pack of cans.
Normal Dude buys a 12-pack of bottles.

Normal Dude knows what “smart casual” means. College Dude does not.

Normal Dude washes his sheets regularly. College Dude only washes them when he absolutely needs to.

Normal Dude reads Nutrition Facts. College Dude does not.

Normal Dude has Frequent Flier miles.
College Dude doesn't know how to get Frequent Flier miles.

Normal Dude does his hair. College Dude does not.

Normal Dude has a credit card.
College Dude just has a debit card.

Normal Dude has shampoo and conditioner.
College dude just has shampoo. Maybe just a bar of soap.

Post Movie Syndrome

The only problem with a Martin Scorsese movie is the hour after the movie. After seeing The Departed last night (believe the hype-- it was a great movie), I left the movie theatre, and was pretty much scared of everyone. I was extremely paranoid walking back to my car, and was terrified that I was going to suddenly get shot by someone. When I walked into my apartment I braced myself to be knifed by someone hiding behind the door. Luckily, no one was there. This time.

This always happens to me. I can't watch any Scorsese movie without being ridiculously scared of everyone for at least an hour after the movie. It's not just this type of movie either. After I saw Outbreak, I washed my hands about 40 times a day.

It's more than just the paranoia. Movies like these, where people die constantly, make life feel fragile. After watching people die for a couple hours, it's hard to feel very secure about anything.

There are other categories of post-movie emotion. After seeing Little Miss Sunshine the other day, I left entirely depressed, and kind of wanted to swallow 50 Advil's.

There are countless movies after which I have left completely miserable because I can't spend the rest of my life with the girl in it. To name a few:

-Lost in Translation
-Braveheart
-Beauty and the Beast
-Far and Away
-The Little Mermaid
-Requiem For a Dream
-Wedding Crashers
-Patch Adams (whatever)
-Garden State*

I guess it could be worse. After all, the woman sitting next to me at the movie last night jumped about 30 times. Sure, there are a couple sudden gunshot moments when everyone jumps, but this woman was hopping all over the place. When a quiet scene suddenly changed into a loud scene, she'd jump. When anyone would make a sudden movement, she'd jump. When anyone yelled, she'd jump. Then when she'd jump she'd startle me. The whole thing was upsetting.

And while we're on the topic of jumping, it's interesting how some people have a sense of humor about being startled, and some people absolutely hate it. And no one-- no one-- hates being startled more than my father. There are few small pleasures I relish more than seeing my father startled. When I was about five, I remember my father coming home from work. In a fantastic mood, he opened the door, and was launching into a "Daddy's home!" when my mother jumped out from behind the door and screamed "Boo!"

My father proceeded to yell out, "OhlhhhllhhlhHHHHLLLLHHHLLLHHHHhhlllhhhhhh!" To this day, it was the funniest thing I've ever witnessed. Of course, he was absolutely irate, and stormed upstairs. I'm telling you, whenever I'm down, I think of the sound he made that night, and it makes me smile.

Another friend of mine, Adam Lunin, has the only startled reaction that could possibly be any funnier than this. He goes, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" for like 6 full seconds. This makes me happy.

It's the little things.


*It's funny-- I've been in love with Natalie Portman in movies multiple times. But I saw her from time to time during college, and she didn't seem especially charming, or cool. How is it that I'd leave a movie completely depressed because I can't marry her character, and then see her later that day, and think little of it? If she's so good at playing parts where she grabs every guy's heart, why doesn't she just act like that all the time?

Some Comments

I was in Chicago this past weekend. A couple thoughts:

-On Friday I went with the little lady and her mother to a high-end furniture store for an open house-- they were friends with the owner. The owner was a hard-core, old school Italian guy, who cracked me up. He was like a caricature of an old school Italian guy. Then he threatened me, that if he ever heard even a rumor that I treated Nikki badly, he'd send someone after me, and that he knows a guy in LA who's so scary that all he has to do is make a phone call to scare the pants off anyone, and that he'd send that guy after me. Good times!

Then I made a joke about how my Ikea table cost a lot less than the $4,000 table at this store. No one was remotely amused, and Nikki later told me that it was disrespectful. Yet again, good times.

-Then on the plane ride back I sat next to a Mexican man with a wispy moustache. It was a four-hour flight, during which he read nothing, listened to no music, watched no movie, and slept not at all. He sat there and stared straight ahead for four hours. I've never seen anything like it.

-Also on this flight I read an article in The Economist (great magazine because all the articles are a half a page long) about the future of virtual reality. I cannot stress enough how cool virtual reality is, and how big a part of our lives it will be in the future. It is like the Internet but with way way more possibilities. By putting on the eye and ear headgear, you can enter an entire virtual world. According to this article, there are already 1 million people who regularly enter the world of virtual reality (called Second Life). I know this sounds like something only a huge nerd would do. But at the beginning, the Internet was for computer nerds only. Cell phones were for fancy people only. This will be mainstream too.

Apparently you can lease "land" or space in the virtual world and use it to build a service or put up an advertisement-- there are currently 7,000 profitable businesses that exist solely in the virtual world. Or an autistic person can enter this world to practice living in the real world in complete safety. Or a doctor working with schizophrenics can enter the world and program hallucinations, so he can hear random voices and experience what it's like to be a schizophrenic.

The main reason you're confused after reading my description is that I don't really get it either. If someone who doesn't really get something explains something to you, you're going to end up confused. But just know that I'm obsessed with this topic, and be thankful that I limited myself to two paragraphs to talk about it. Remember that one time I wrote about space and time and the universe for like 20 paragraphs? This could have been like that.

-Then, most importantly, http://www.break.com/index/edgarflip.html

Just Your Average Joe

For awhile, things were normal at the bar yesterday.

I was there to watch the Patriots game (I hate watching Pats games in a sports bar-- you can't hear the announcers, it's loud, it's chaotic, and you have to stand the whole time-- but since I ditched DirecTV for cable, it's the only choice I have). Incidentally, I loved this game-- it was a statement to the rest of the NFL to remember who "the team to beat" in this league is. The rest of the AFC should be shivering-- unfortunately for them, the Pats are still the Pats. I'm tearing up right now.

Anyway it was sometime during the first quarter that the friend I was there with pointed out that Leonardo DiCaprio was standing next to us at the bar.

Who would have thought? I never would have pinned him as a big football fan, yet there he was. And he was into it. He was watching all the games carefully. He was wearing a Jets hat and talking about the Mets chances in the playoffs, and seemed to be a genuine fan (he mentioned that he had missed that day's game because he was at "work"-- funny, I thought, that he calls what he does "being at work"). Then he started talking to the guy next to him about how he started Terry Glenn that day-- he was talking about fantasy! Who the fuck would have thought?

As the games went on, I noticed that he had his phone out and was checking his fantasy stats religiously. He was talking to the people around him about his team and about the games, and so I finally said, "who is on your team?" He excitedly started telling me his whole team (Carson Palmer, Shaun Alexander, Frank Gore, Maroney, Hoosh, Terry Glenn, Tony G)-- he even had a pretty good team.

Everyone seemed to know him there, and people were coming up to him and saying hi. A little later I noticed he was flirting pretty heavily with a cute waitress, and the next time I looked over, he was kissing her. "Makes sense," I thought. "I guess if I were him I'd kiss the cute waitress too."

Things got weirder. As the afternoon wore on, we learned that the waitress was pregnant with Leo's baby. This was getting too fucking good. Apparently since she was from Boston, they compromised and the baby would be a Red Sox and Jets fan.

Later, one of Leo's friends, who we'd been talking to, invited us to his house for tonight's Monday Night Football game. He pointed to the waitress and said that she'd be there, and Francis would be there too. This was odd. When he said "Francis" he pointed to Leo.

I quickly took the hint. "Ah yes...Francis," I said. I was on the ins, that was for sure.

For some reason, it wasn't until after we left the bar, as we were talking about the whole afternoon, that it crossed our minds that maybe-- just maybe-- it was just a guy who looked and talked exactly like DiCaprio. At first we rejected that theory-- the face and voice were unmistakable, and the bar we were at was a Hollywood hotspot (Barney's Beanery). But then we started thinking critically about all the weird elements of the scene-- he was too into football and fantasy, he had been at "work", he was kissing the waitress, he knocked up the waitress and this seemed to be public info, his fucking name was Francis. Everyone was saying hi to him, but then again he was dating a waitress there and seemed to be a regular.

We looked at each other. I had just memorized the fantasy team of some random fucking guy named Francis.

I went home and googled "DiCaprio, tattoos", since he had prominent tattoos on his arm. Nothing.

Francis.