Michael Battalio


Tuesday, November 28, 2006

a milestone

Having turned 21 just a couple of weeks ago, and being a reasonably
literate person, I thought this would make a good blog entry. In the
last week or so I have discovered that alcohol tastes pretty good.
When I went home for Thanksgiving I decided that one afternoon when
the whole family was out of the house I would take my first drink.
Wednesday afternoon my brother and father went hunting and my mother
went to work. After they left, I sorted through the myriad of
bottles we have stashed away. (My parents don't drink, but my dad's
parents owned a liquor store, "Battalio's Beverages." Ah,
alliteration. So, we have a lot of liquor that no one ever drinks
left over from the closing of the store.) At the very back of the
shelf, I found a bottle of golden sherry. I don't know why it's
golden. It's actually red. I dug through the kitchen cabinets and
uncovered a sherry glass. (In hindsight, I have no idea how I know
that that was a sherry glass. I still don't know it's a sherry
glass. The only cue I could be taking it from would be watching a
lot of reruns of Frasier.) With bottle of sherry and glass in hand,
I marched to the front porch. I think I've described the porch
before, so here's the short version: we live in a small
neighborhood, as in very little traffic. Our front porch has a swing
off to one side that overlooks all my gardens. Every morning I drink
a cup of coffee there. It is completely relaxing. I decided a
while ago that there, by myself with no pressure and no one to see,
would be where I took my first drink. I filled the small glass, set
the bottle down, began swinging, and took a sip of the sherry. This
is now going to sound naive, even for me, but that was one of the
best moments of my life. Prior to that experience, I had no idea
what alcohol tasted like (sans church wine, which is not a very good
representative sample of what alcohol should taste like) At first
there was a slight burning sensation, but that quickly wore off,
blending into a slightly sweet, yet tart warmth that once swallowed
pervaded my entire body. I let out a long sigh. I had made it.
After six years of high school, and two and a half more of college
all the peer pressure, all the jeering, all the wanting to fit in but
failing miserably came down to a sip of that red liquid. Suddenly
all the teasing was worth it. I had made it.
No, waiting to start drinking until I turned 21 doesn't make me
better than all the people who decide, or have it decided for them,
to start drinking when they are young, sometimes very young, but it
does make me better than all the people who said I couldn't do it.

a milestone

Having turned 21 just a couple of weeks ago, and being a reasonably literate person, I thought this would make a good blog entry. In the last week or so I have discovered that alcohol tastes pretty good. When I went home for Thanksgiving I decided that one afternoon when the whole family was out of the house I would take my first drink. Wednesday afternoon my brother and father went hunting and my mother went to work. After they left, I sorted through the myriad of bottles we have stashed away. (My parents don't drink, but my dad's parents owned a liquor store, "Battalio's Beverages." Ah, alliteration. So, we have a lot of liquor that no one ever drinks left over from the closing of the store.) At the very back of the shelf, I found a bottle of golden sherry. I don't know why it's golden. It's actually red. I dug through the kitchen cabinets and uncovered a sherry glass. (In hindsight, I have no idea how I know that that was a sherry glass. I still don't know it's a sherry glass. The only cue I could be taking it from would be watching a lot of reruns of Frasier.) With bottle of sherry and glass in hand, I marched to the front porch. I think I've described the porch before, so here's the short version: we live in a small neighborhood, as in very little traffic. Our front porch has a swing off to one side that overlooks all my gardens. Every morning I drink a cup of coffee there. It is completely relaxing. I decided a while ago that there, by myself with no pressure and no one to see, would be where I took my first drink. I filled the small glass, set the bottle down, began swinging, and took a sip of the sherry. This is now going to sound naive, even for me, but that was one of the best moments of my life. Prior to that experience, I had no idea what alcohol tasted like (sans church wine, which is not a very good representative sample of what alcohol should taste like) At first there was a slight burning sensation, but that quickly wore off, blending into a slightly sweet, yet tart warmth that once swallowed pervaded my entire body. I let out a long sigh. I had made it. After six years of high school, and two and a half more of college all the peer pressure, all the jeering, all the wanting to fit in but failing miserably came down to a sip of that red liquid. Suddenly all the teasing was worth it. I had made it.
No, waiting to start drinking until I turned 21 doesn't make me better than all the people who decide, or have it decided for them, to start drinking when they are young, sometimes very young, but it does make me better than all the people who said I couldn't do it.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Perhaps I should do a bit of explaining

Those of you have had nothing better to do will have noticed that
I'm no longer a physics major. Knowing how obsessed I am with that
discipline, I'm sure this is a puzzle to most of you. Allow me to
explain myself. Sure, physics is great, but what exactly am I going
to be doing with that? I'll either teach or do research. I wouldn't
mind teaching, but I want to get a doctorate which would almost force
me into teaching college--something I don't want to do. Research is
the other option, but I hate lab work. I mean I absolutely abhor it,
so research in any form or fashion is excluded. Plus, I don't like
the thought of sitting in some office all by myself somewhere working
8-5 a day five days a week. I don't like being like everyone else.
So, here I am.
Why broadcast meteorology? Isn't it obvious? Everyone who knows me
well enough to know I love physics also knows what an obsession I
have with The Weather Channel. I can watch it all day. You may also
remember last May when I got my name and a photograph I took on TWC.
I have never been so happy in my life. In short, I love weather.
It's fascinating. I chose broadcast meteorology because I love being
in front of people, and, I think everyone will agree with me, I have
quite the flair for the dramatic.
This will be the third major change of my college career, and I hope
this is the right one. And consequently, the last one. We'll see.
I'm also going to getting music, math, and communication minors. I'm
only one class short of a math minor, so I figured why not.
Communication comes with the broadcast part of meteorology. And the
music minor comes from the fact that I've taken too many piano
lessons just to quit at music now. Plus it will give me a piece of
credible proof that I'm decent at piano. So, this will all give me
another two and a half years at state. As of now, I'm only half way
done, and hopefully the last half will be the best half.

 
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