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Sunday, October 24, 2004 · posted at 6:03 AM

Exothermic

A chemical reaction between two substances occurs only when an atom, ion, or molecule of one collides with an atom, ion, or molecule of the other… In order for this transition state in the reaction to be achieved, minimum energy is needed to cause a chemical reaction. This energy is the activation energy.
– Columbia Encyclopedia

I've long attributed my lack of desire to go out to the cocktail of peeves it vaticinates – crowds, smells, drive-by dancers, drunken idiots, mysterious liquid and not so liquid puddles on the ground, brain-burrowing mmmtsk mmmtsk mmmstk club beats, and so on.

But what of all the times I procrastinate or renege on something that I actually do enjoy or care about? What accounts for the two-hour lag time between "Yeah I'll be there" and my unfashionably late arrival? Or my acceptance of an invitation and the eventual propitiatory phone call/text message? Or the hemming and hawing over 3am Squabble?

I feel this flakiness is due to a chronic vast differential between energy I have and activation energy needed. I wonder if there's a name for this kind of disorder (other than the one that starts with a b and ends with an –itch).

I always have the best intentions, or the intention of going anyway, but once I'm in my pajamas and at home… it's game over. Adam Brody wearing a sliced bread t-shirt in a bookstore with a chai tea latte couldn't drag me away from my butt-groove in the couch.
If you're lucky, or unlucky depending on the situation, you might have a friend who is superenergetic and motivates or at least pushes you (literally even) into doing things you know you should, but are prioritized after watching the Magic Bullet informercial for the seventh time (see Monica in The One Where Ross Finds Out). This friend would be the equivalent of an enzyme that lowers the activation energy necessary. Meaning if you give a 30% chance of going somewhere and your enzymatic friend is there, that 30% is enough to get you out the door, whereas without the friend, you're looking at sole custody of the remote control for the rest of the night.

Blame a caffeine deficiency, lack of an enzyme, or just the mysterious ways of Mother Nature – just don't blame me.

If the mountain will not come to Mohammed, then Mohammed must go to the mountain.

And I'm the Everest of laziness.



	Sunday, October 24, 2004 · posted at 6:03 AM Exothermic A chemical reaction between two substances occurs only when an atom, ion, or molecule of one collides with an atom, ion, or molecule of the other… In order for this transition state in the reaction to be achieved, minimum energy is needed to cause a chemical reaction. This energy is the activation energy. – Columbia Encyclopedia I've long attributed my lack of desire to go out to the cocktail of peeves it vaticinates – crowds, smells, drive-by dancers, drunken idiots, mysterious liquid and not so liquid puddles on the ground, brain-burrowing mmmtsk mmmtsk mmmstk club beats, and so on. But what of all the times I procrastinate or renege on something that I actually do enjoy or care about? What accounts for the two-hour lag time between "Yeah I'll be there" and my unfashionably late arrival? Or my acceptance of an invitation and the eventual propitiatory phone call/text message? Or the hemming and hawing over 3am Squabble? I feel this flakiness is due to a chronic vast differential between energy I have and activation energy needed. I wonder if there's a name for this kind of disorder (other than the one that starts with a b and ends with an –itch). I always have the best intentions, or the intention of going anyway, but once I'm in my pajamas and at home… it's game over. Adam Brody wearing a sliced bread t-shirt in a bookstore with a chai tea latte couldn't drag me away from my butt-groove in the couch. If you're lucky, or unlucky depending on the situation, you might have a friend who is superenergetic and motivates or at least pushes you (literally even) into doing things you know you should, but are prioritized after watching the Magic Bullet informercial for the seventh time (see Monica in The One Where Ross Finds Out). This friend would be the equivalent of an enzyme that lowers the activation energy necessary. Meaning if you give a 30% chance of going somewhere and your enzymatic friend is there, that 30% is enough to get you out the door, whereas without the friend, you're looking at sole custody of the remote control for the rest of the night. Blame a caffeine deficiency, lack of an enzyme, or just the mysterious ways of Mother Nature – just don't blame me. If the mountain will not come to Mohammed, then Mohammed must go to the mountain. And I'm the Everest of laziness.	Recent Posts My Felicity season 3 dvds came today. I'm burstin... All neurons that will ever be present are present ... Old school My freshman year of high school I had ... Expiration date Today I told my boss wished to te... I'm convinced the ETS is out to get me. I never t... You probably think this song is about you. This w... True North You know that point in your life when ... Flummoxed I just can't get enough of the little b... In the future the appropriate answer is "Yes, sir,... Mechanical failure. I don't know anything about t... Morning news babie goose ryan bluemouse daves son dawntaught desiree diorama emily escadawg galveric high entropy invisible cube jepgato kyellow lilly mhuang mogbert nudream starfish + coffee verbivore Archives March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 January 2007 March 2007 April 2007 November 2008

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