entombed in the shrine of zeroes and ones

to see people who get totally wrapped up in something you like to do part-time as creating unfair competition. It's even worse when it's something you introduced him to. We were just sitting here talking about a friend of mine whom I took with me on my second trip to Georgia, and who subsequently wound up living in Tbilisi half or more of his time, learning to speak Georgian fluently, studying with every great Georgian choirmaster alive, and recently getting an MFA in Georgian folk music. Even ignoring other complications in our relationship (his sister was my stalker, his son is named for my sister's ex-fiance), I often find it difficult to deal with his subtle suggestions that the rest of us are slackers who should just know all this stuff, not to mention just plain galling when I go out of my way to get to one of his performances and he makes various acknowledgments of people who have helped along the way but entirely neglects the one without whom he would never have gotten started.