| pump Trip |
[Okt. 26., 2008|09:07 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | baker city | ] |
| [ | Aktuelle Musik |
| | beetlejuice on tv | ] |
Oregon, four hours labor, ten pumps moved, one loaded in the back of an already cramped minivan. All I can think about is how death is asured if we get into any kind of accident, half a ton of metal crushing us to death aginst injection molded plastic. I think it's funny. I wonder what dad thinks. |
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| Earth Day! also Henry Adams Day? |
[Apr. 22., 2008|04:33 pm] |
I have two random quote generators on my igoogle page. Both had Henry Adams quotes. Related to John Quincy Adams.
You say that love is nonsense.... I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength. - Henry Brooks Adams
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There is no such thing as an underestimate of average intelligence.
- Henry Adams |
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| UFO |
[Apr. 9., 2008|10:30 pm] |
Ha.
So I was taking advantage of our lovely weather with a late night walk, and as I often do while on such walks I looked up at the stars. I only know a handful of constellations and the light pollution from Plymouth and surrounding areas make stargazing more of an exercise in idle wonderment than any meaningful astronomy, but tonight I saw something weird. A "star" that I was looking at started to move across the sky. At first I was convinced it was an airplane, as I frequently see planes flying overhead. (I'm close enough to the Metro Detroit airport to assume they must be on approach or in a holding pattern) But then I saw an airplane and it was moving much much slower than said "star". The light moved in a linear fashion for several seconds and then disappeared. I'm not sure what it was, maybe a satellite, maybe a meteor. The linear path suggests nothing. It could have been an uncontrolled free fall of a meteor or a highly controlled path of a satellite. It could have very easily have been a controlled burn of a satellite, and the more I think about it the more that makes sense. Whatever it was I was happy to see it.
Note: I have been watching the first season of the X-Files so maybe my imagination got the better of me, but it was still darn cool. |
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| Idealize |
[Apr. 3., 2008|11:51 pm] |
Hmmm.... I've been thinking about how I idealize so many things in life. I find it hard to live in the real world, which can never come close to any ideal. Maybe such a trait would be advantageous to a writer, but I'm not a writer, nor am I a policy maker, so I worry about my happiness. The following is an exploration of how I idealize things, it is long rambling and completed at an unreasonable hour of the night so don't put too much stock into it. My weary mind muses about its own mental maladies at this midnight hour....
Ideal
- A conception of something in its absolute perfection.
- One that is regarded as a standard or model of perfection or excellence.
- An ultimate object of endeavor; a goal
Idealize
- To regard as ideal.
- To make or envision as ideal.
Taken From www.Answer.com
Envision as ideal. To envision something in its absolute perfection. This is how I use idealize when I ask do I idealize my future? Absolute perfection, how unattainable. I realize perfection is impossible for nearly all things and certainly anything created by man, yet I may still idealize my future. Sure we all must do this to some degree, thinking of better times, the best times, are yet to come. To not hope for a better future would make life unbearable, but to foolishly hope for the impossible is also detrimental. I think we all have a healthy mix of both in our visions of the future. We know that being super-rich attractive astronauts that save the earth on a monthly basis is pure fantasy, but that buying a new electric car in the next ten years is a reasonable dream. But what about dreams that seem reasonable but are actually fantasy, surly they would be most damaging to the dreamer. Expending so much time and energy pursuing the impossible would eventually lead to mental breakdown.
When I think about my future I used to see a successful scientist, so successful that the history books remember him as a mental giant, a Newton, an Einstein. While I am quite intelligent and may be a very successful scientist, I'm no Einstein, if the history books do remember me it will not be for my progress in science. Nor will history remember most scientists greater than I, history is reserved for the truly profound people that influence the major events in humankind. I once had aspirations to influence humanity and am now content to influence my small hunk of humanity in the best way I can. I think this is a noble goal and will pursue it with vigor until I cease to be. I took an ideal and made it into something realistic, and who knows maybe my small hunk will grow in size and scope until it does influence people on a global scale, but my happiness does not hinge on that.
When I think about my future as a parent. I see myself as a stern yet fair authority figure. I may not always have the correct answers or even be in total control of the situation, but me an my wife always try to do right for our children and hopefully without being ignorant of our children's wishes. Forcing piano lessons on children and forcing them not to listen to a certain band are different in my eyes. I see my children accomplish great things, they make mistakes, but I love them anyways. They are smart, independent thinkers, who may not always make the right choices but they try to do the best they can. Something I can hope for myself as well. Not an unreasonable desire. Plenty of parents follow their own parenting style and raise children to be wonderful adults. I'll love my children no matter how they turn out (assuming I have the chance to be a father) but I have an ideal for how they should turn out. I feel that this is a normal ideal for someone to have that someday wishes to be a parent, and quite attainable. My ideal child will probably change and evolve as my child grows and may even mold itself to who my child is becoming. I don't worry so much about this idealization, I expect my ideal to change and realize that it is an idealization.
When I think about my future romantic relationships I worry. I have a decent grasp of why I'm attracted to the women I pursue. I'm also reasonably confident to know why my past relationships have not worked out. All were good learning experiences and I regret none of them. I'm even optimistic that I'll eventually build a successful romantic relationship with a woman that I'll be hopelessly in love with. I worried about my definition of "hopelessly in love".
We all idealize love. Fancy dinners, extravagant poems, walks on the board walk, sex on the beach in the moonlight. Maybe walking in the snow to go sledding, just taking in the beauty of nature, walking in silence, anticipating the fun of sledding together. The problem is I've been there, and I didn't care. Maybe it wasn't the right person, but it was exactly what I envisioned. It was even in the evening with the nostalgic glow of sodium lights, a time of day and situation that I'm enamored with. Everything was perfect. An unattainable situation. The stage was perfectly set. Clearly I'm too focused on the stage and not the woman. While the stage was perfect for a quite walk, a walk I'd like to share with my significant other, my ideal moment was not shared with this significant other. I worried that I may not have shared the moment no matter the significant other.
Maybe this ideal of sharing this dual nostalgic moment with someone is not possible. I enjoy the quite introspection of moments like this, but I want to share them. Maybe that's impossible or maybe that's impossible for me, but I pray that I realize it as such. I may want to be an astronaut, but that's impossible for me. Some people are astronauts, and some part of me wishes I could be an astronaut but I'll never be one and that's fine with me. I do not expect to ever be an astronaut. But sharing quite moments with my sweetheart, that's something I expect will come in a loving relationship. What happens when that never happens? Will I abandon perfectly healthy relationships because some crazy ideal isn't being met? Will I abandon my ideal and "settle" for an unhealthy relationship? I fear my expectations for romantic relationships are at extreme discord with reality. I fear this because right now romantic relationships still have a childhood belief like presence in my mind.
When my cousin and I were growing up we made future plans to build a house on Lake Michigan. It was going to have a ball pit, plastic play tubes to explore and drinking fountains with pop in them. We'd live by ourselves of course, but other people could come over to play. We'd make our fortune by racing cars on the weekend, and winning video game tournaments. I think even at the time we realized our jobs were unrealistic but we talk about the house as if it was already built. What a wonderful exciting house. We'd even go to the dentist once a month to make sure our teeth didn't rot out due to the pop fountains. Even then we anticipated some problems with such a house, but overall it was a place of endless fun and entertainment. I have no such illusions about a romantic relationship.
I know that a lot of work is involved in maintaining a long term relationship of any kind. I know that being in a relationship will not solve all my problems, and that it won't abolish all feelings of loneliness, but I worry about that promise of closeness. That idea that I'll find somebody that understands who I am. I'm complicated, I don't even know who I am, how can I expect somebody else to understand me? I expect to share fun, sexy, outrageous times with my lover, but I don't have fun sexy outrageous times now. Maybe some fun ones and maybe even fun and outrageous times but they are far and few between. It seems too good to be true, like the house on Lake Michigan, like Santa Claus, like growing up to live on the moon with all your friends and all your childhood pets. All of my childhood ideals have been dashed out like a bug on the blunt windshield of reality. Expectations that are too high must eventually fall, but I'm hoping so hard that my notion of love isn't too grandiose. I've tried so hard to be reasonable, but my own ignorance of successful romantic relationships makes it hard for me to model one in my mind. Pop culture, TV, and even my peers expectations have constructed the ideal. I just hope the hammer blows of experience don't crush yet another of my ideals.
I think deep down I know that I have unrealistic expectations of love and that life really isn't all that it's cracked up to be, but it really sucks that nothing held up. There is no silver bullet for happiness, my expectations are not harmonizing with reality and I'm let down again. I wish I had the wisdom now to be content with the way things are in the world. But wouldn't it be nice if love were so grand? |
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| ...in bed?? |
[Feb. 19., 2008|09:42 pm] |
I received this unfortunate fortune cookie last week:
A great man never ignores the simplicity of a child |
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| Job Search OVER |
[Okt. 23., 2007|01:15 pm] |
| [ | Aktuelle Stimmung |
| |  bouncy | ] |
Yes indeed after six months of job searching I am employed. Johnson Electric, against their better judgment, has agreed to pay me for work as a noise and vibrations lab technician. I'll start to do their bidding November 12th. It sounds like I'll be well suited to do the work. Lots of database work in access and data manipulation in excel, with a heavy dose of learning in acoustics. I get three weeks vacation right off the bat and I also get Christmas and the week after off just because. The benefits for this job are awesome. I'm super pumped to start working there. Now I need to look for an apartment, but first I'm going to Idaho with my father for a 9 day vacation where we fly out to Spokane Washington and then drive back to MI with many sweet ass road stops along the way. Life just got awesomer. Super more awesomer. So much more awesomer bad grammar is needed to denote how bad ass the transformation is. Can you tell I'm excited to start working? If tomorrow I wake up forty pounds lighter and have a hot doctor girlfriend I'll know it's a dream, but right now I'm living the good life. |
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| Hmmmm, I think I'm gonna be a writer |
[Sep. 14., 2007|12:38 pm] |
1. Go to Career Cruising.
2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top ten results.
1. Agricultural Engineer 2. Architect 3. Mechanical Engineering Tech 4. Chemical Engineer 5. Civil Engineering Tech 6. Aerospace Engineer 7. Mechanical Engineer 8. Civil Engineer 9. Petroleum Engineer 10. Biomedical Engineer
I didn't even know there were Agricultural Engineers. And coming in at No. 6 on this weeks charts it's what I majored in. I don't think I did too bad for myself. |
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| Bizarre |
[Aug. 27., 2007|09:39 pm] |
Strange things of late. While biking on Saturday I destroyed my derailleur. Turned it completely upside down, I've never seen anything like it. Earlier in the day my handle bar caught the edge of a tree on my way down a hill so I bit it pretty hard and banged up my right leg. The fall probably weakened the metal but it was still a strange sight. Today I could only give one unit of platelets because my platelet count was low, probably because my body used them to clot the bleeding on my leg. I thought that was interesting. Otherwise I'm in great health, my blood pressure was excellent, I had a fabulous iron count, and my heartbeat was slow and steady. I starting taking Omega-3 fatty acids a few weeks ago and I already have seen an improvement in my health. I also exercise daily but I'm confident that both are contributing to my improvement.
I've had a poetry dream last week. The entire dream was a voice reciting poetry, while a constant stream of images illustrated the poems. Some of it I knew, but I think most of it was new. I only remembered six lines after I woke up. I scrambled to get down as much as I could but the poetry flew from my head. When I read over what I had written I recognized the lines as part of a poem one of my friends had written.
Another one of my dreams I discovered a truth about life, and renounced eating the flesh of animals. The idea of eating meat became repugnant to me. I knew I would never eat meat again. I wept because I had been so monstrous in the past, having eaten many thousands of animals. When I woke up I was starving and I went down stairs and ate three pieces of turkey. It was the only thing that sounded good.
I almost hit three bikers driving back to Grand Blanc one night. I was on a back road going from Farmington to GB at about one in the morning. I noticed that there was something obscuring the lights from housed just off the road. It could have been a tree or a mailbox but I thought it was a little too close to the road so I slowed down. Headlamps from car coming the other direction also had slightly distorted look to them but I couldn't figure it out. Then I saw a flash of a reflector and knew it was bikers in the middle of the street and slammed on my breaks. Anti-lock breaks engaged and the bikers who were on slightly off to the right of the center of the lane slowed down and cut across to the left, basically right in front of me. They were all wearing black hoodies and jeans and none of them had helmets. Stupid fuckers. They did nothing to save themselves. The only thing that saved their lives was the countless hours engineers spent on making bikes visible and making cars stop. Thank god I listened to my instincts too. If I hadn't slowed down (I was doing the speed limit before I slowed down) I would have hit them. I can only assume what they were doing riding in the middle of the street at one in the morning dressed in dark clothing. My best guess is that they were drunk and didn't want to drive home, or they had a death wish. Whatever, no harm no foul I guess.
Some other stuff happened too, but I'll post that later. |
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| I'm going....and so are you?! |
[Aug. 16., 2007|10:41 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | DINOSAURS!!! | ] |
| [ | Aktuelle Musik |
| | also DINOSAURS!!!! | ] |
Dinosaurs have returned to earth in WALKING WITH DINOSAURS – The Live Experience, based on the award-winning BBC Television series. After playing 10 sold-out weeks in Australia, where it was seen by over 300,000 people, WALKING WITH DINOSAURS – The Live Experience is now roaming the arenas of America, and will perform at Detroit's Legendary Cobo Arena November 14-18!
WALKING WITH DINOSAURS – The Live Experience, is a dazzling arena spectacle of unprecedented size and quality. Through the eyes and narration of a Paleontologist, you will experience the birth of dinosaurs and follow their evolution through the various eras of their existence on earth. This dramatic theatrical production will entertain, educate and captivate audiences of all ages!
Just call me or email me if you want to go. I'm not sure which day I'm going so send me the ones that work best for you. I'm gonna buy tickets on MONDAY so please let me know before then. |
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| Re-reading |
[Aug. 16., 2007|03:27 pm] |
I've been re-reading (hyphen?) "The Gift of Fear" by Gavin De Becker which I would recommend to everyone who hasn't already read it, but the book has a weird psychological effect on me. I think it is supposed to work that way though. One of the chapters talks about how to recognize if a stranger is trying to manipulate you, and some of the tactics that they use to gain your trust. I once made a joke where I said that sometimes I didn't know if I was in "stranger danger" or if I was "stranger danger." I sure that there have been lots of times where I was stranger danger, even though the people were in no danger, I was a strange man talking to them for no reason. I'm that creepy guy sometimes. I kinda already knew that but I'm mostly harmless and respect the word "no" so I'm not terribly creepy and I realize that I'd rather be that creepy guy sometimes than have people be trusting of someone who isn't as harmless as I am. This was true of my first reading, I found out that I can be creepy and really clingy, and do really inappropriate things. Reading it for the second time I think I'm a much more respectful person, so I feel a lot less like a jerk than the first time. I think this book is an eye opener to males and lets a man examine himself and his behavior from a new perspective.
Part of the book talks about recognizing pre-incident indicators to violent acts including how many people behave prior to committing violent acts, so action may be taken to prevent the incident. Another thing I noticed is that I wanted to foil the pre-incident indicators, by being that quite guy that nobody suspected who just snapped. This would mean I would have to buy a gun and then go crazy and kill a bunch of people, all to prove this author wrong. I felt like I could outsmart the system. I always test new information to make sure it holds up, this may be a little extreme ,but if somebody tells me that there are five ways to tell if a football team is going to win a game, every game I watch I'll be looking for one of those sings to come up and be wrong, or I'll think back to previous games for when the theory didn't hold up. I can't really test this theory personally but I'm sure I'd exibit many pre-incident indicators. It's funny what convinced me that I would. In one part of the book he talks about gravity and that no rules are foolproof, not everything can be applied all the time. Even if there are some PII's that doesn't always mean something bad is going to happen just like gravity doesn't work right in space or in water. I sat back and thought to myself, "Huh?" I'd bet my life gravity does work correctly in space and in water. The author admits that he is no expert in gravity, and it made me realize that I was no expert in violence. I wanted to tear down the idea of PII's like any other new idea but realized I couldn't based on projecting myself doing violent acts. By analyzing real life situations I have noticed that are a lot of PII's in news reports I hear, then the reporter says, "There were no warning signs that this was going to take place." I'm like "yeah there were, you just mentioned three of them"
I was really surprised at how much I've learned by reading it a second time. I suspect that when I read it again in the future I'll learn a few more things. I can honestly say that this book has changed my life, I'll even go as far to say that I can feel myself changing just by reading the book. Maybe that speaks more for how naive I am than the profound the book is but go check it out regardless. |
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| Homeward Bound |
[Aug. 2., 2007|11:29 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | GB | ] |
| [ | Aktuelle Stimmung |
| |  blank | ] |
I'm living with my parents for the moment. No jobs, and all play make jon a poor boy. All play is a bit misleading as I've been doing most things in my power to find a job, keep in shape, move back home, and repack everything once I got home to make for a more pleasant move out of my parents house, also I'm now one piece of paper away from becoming a substitute teacher. The Genesee Intermediate School District didn't have all the necessary paperwork for me to fill out so I have to wait for the forms to come in. I have an interview tomorrow but it's not for a job. I'm interviewing with a contract house. Basically they have a business relationship with a number of companies that require engineers, from Chrysler to Boeing to small name suppliers. When a company has a job they need an engineer to do and, gosh darn it they're fresh out of engineers, they may turn to a contract house to see if there might be an engineer qualified for the position. Since people have to apply to the contract house, the company knows that there has already been a rigorous screening process so any candidates in the pool have some sort of ambition and somewhat validated qualifications. I have a good feeling about this, but I always have good feelings about things so we will see. |
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| A day late and a dollar short |
[Jun. 23., 2007|01:08 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | concert | ] |
| [ | Aktuelle Stimmung |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | Aktuelle Musik |
| | Annie and Rod Capps | ] |
Yesterday I went to a concert at the Ark. It was for a band that randomly friended me on myspace. I had never heard of them before but they are a local band (Ypsi) and they were having a CD release party so I decided to go check it out. The concert "started" at 8 and I got there at 8:05 so I asked if they still had any tickets for the CD release concert, and they did. It cost $12.50 just like the website told me they would, and I got upstairs before the opener took stage so I was quite pleased with myself. The opener reminded us that the new CDs would be $10 just as the website had told me, but I thought something was amiss. I checked my wallet and I only had $9. I checked my shorts and I had two quarters. I'm 50 cents short of buying the CD. The opener was pretty good, just an acoustic guitar and his voice. After the opener, I started talking to the people next to me and I find I'm sitting with the daughter of the lead guitarist for the main attraction. We chatted politely until the main act was ready. They came on and played an hour and a half of some of the most inspired (and saddest) folk music I've ever heard. They rocked out, and the small yet fiesty audience (even for the ark) got totally into it. It was bizarre since a lot of their songs were somber in lyrical content, yet upbeat in musical style. They were energizing physically but draining emotionally. But somehow I left the concert feeling great, and with two of their CDs (I used my credit card, which I didn't know you could use at the ark).
When I got home I got onto myspace to check out their page again and noticed that the band name was different and I didn't recognize any band pictures. The myspace band had played the previous night and I had missed their concert! I knew something didn't feel right. It was weird that so many things turned out to be the same: price, time, CD release, had an opener, and price of CD. Maybe a lot of that is standardized by the Ark, or maybe those are some cool coincidences. In the end it worked out alright. |
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| East of Eden |
[Mai. 16., 2007|02:52 am] |
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I just finished East of Eden. It turned out to be an excellent book. The first five hundred pages were expertly written, minus the fact that I could no believe any of the characters.
In most well written books I feel that the characters are good enough approximations for me to fill in the gaps, suspend any small disbelief, and accept the character as a human that one could meet and have a beer with. I also feel that in well written animated narratives (i.e. cartoons, anime) that a similar process can occur. Even though the character is clearly fictional, one can construct a real life counterpart that one could meet and have a beer with. There is a phenomenon with humanoid people’s emotional response to robots called the uncanny valley. As robots start looking more like humans and less like robots people will empathize with them more, up to a point. When a robot appears as almost human people reject it and feel little or no empathy for the robot. In theory if the robot was made to be less human the empathy would return. The same would be true if the robot's features became even less distinguishable from a human’s, so there is only a small section on the scale of anthropomorphism were people are repulsed by humanoid robots. For five hundred pages I think many of the characters fell into this valley. They were well written, better than most, but too much so. I liked the characters but I was never comfortable with them. The last one hundred pages made them real, I’m not sure which way the characters took to get out of the valley, but they became real. Five hundred pages used to develop the lifetimes' of walking mannequins, with life breathed into them only after they were well established. I thought this could not be more masterfully done. With growing, and farming being important to the book I thought this was an excellent parallel. Lots of preparatory work with results only at the end.
This was a very slow read for me. I have to admit that this was the first book in a long time that made me look up more than a couple words. I usually write down any words that are unfamiliar to me on the index card I use as a bookmark. For most books I use one side of one card with plenty of white space. I have four cards filled front and back with words, almost eighty new words that I'm eagerly studying.
I'm tired so this is coming out poorly. When I started the night wasn't so old. I'll leave you with the line that struck me most while reading.
"It is one of the triumphs of the human that he can know a thing and still not believe it." |
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| Ok...good |
[Apr. 15., 2007|08:54 pm] |
For the longest time I imagined myself as a large guy...which wasn't surprising as I was morbidly obese, but even after I lost the weight I thought as myself as a large guy. I'm not a large guy. I'm an average 23 year old guy.
height = 71.5 inches
ave height for a 23 year old male = 70 inches
weight ~ 210 lbs (I don't have a scale but I think this is pretty close)
ave weight for a 23 year old male = 170 lbs
I'm still overweight but I know average weight is bullshit since muscle is heavier than fat, and since I don't know my percent body fat, average weight becomes a bullshit metric. So all I really figured out is that I'm in the 63rd percentile for males my age. I always thought I was somewhat imposing, but that obviously isn't true as people come up and talk to me all the time, I'm a friendly kind of guy and my body reflects that.
"Look at me I'm slightly larger than normal, but not too much larger so you should come talk to me," my body seems to say. Also since I'm muscular but also carry some extra baggage I don't have that lean angular look, and my face is rounder especially if I have a beard, both of which make me less threatening. The only children I scare are the ones that are afraid of strangers. I guess I should be happy that I'm approachable, but I don't want to be approachable I want to be a big scary man, a man that people don't want to cross, a man that strides into a saloon, stops the music, and people look at each other and say, "I don't want to cross that guy", before things continue as normal. Instead I'm that guy people look at and say, "I bet he's a fine young gentleman, I wonder if he knows the way to Albuquerque? I'm gonna go over and ask him." Oh well, I probably will know the way to Albuquerque.
Also a nice elderly lady helped me out today. I forgot my kroger card in my car and I told the cashier that I'd needed to run out to my car to get my kroger card. A woman that had already paid and was leaving turned around and said "here use mine, it'll save you the trip". Good times, I thanked her and it saved me a couple of minutes. Yay for nice strangers! |
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| A day |
[Apr. 12., 2007|08:14 pm] |
A small break from a world of work.
Kurt Vonnegut died, also it is goodness day. The Tigers play baseball, and I had breakfast with my mom.
Today was just gloomy enough. The sun would have been too bright, and the blue sky would have seared the back of my eyes. A comforting grey, maybe I've lived in Michigan too long, maybe I'm well adjusted, maybe the situation is normal , maybe everybody needs some grey days. I need to focus, they grey absorbs the glare. So it goes.
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| France |
[Mär. 26., 2007|06:34 am] |
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| Bicycle Race! |
[Mär. 25., 2007|01:09 am] |
...and other bike related adventures.
It's dark. I'm coming back from a grocery run. The strobing light from my headlamp creates an eerie effect, like someone had a rope attached to the front of my bike and was jerking me along. I lean right, backpack tightly held by the strap across my chest, when another biker blinks across my path. When I finish the turn we are traveling abreast, me on the road, he on the sidewalk. We match pace for a bit, but I'd like to get home so I change gears, and dig for that extra kick to get me accelerating. He matches pace, then over takes me, so I dig deeper, an unspoken race has begun. Like a gas turbine engine my legs spool up to a furious pace. Whoever is pulling on that rope just got a couple friends. I fly by him and look back only once, when I turn off our road, two blocks back he's chugging along.
I forgot that I bought eggs and bread...along with 10 lbs. of potatoes, and five cans of beans (for chili). Luckily, eggs and bread are no worse for the wear; however the patatoes and chili beans have exploded into a chunky, gooey mass of putridity. Hahaha, not really, but that would have been awesome.
Earlier. When I bike around town, I often keep pace with cars, either directly when traffic is bad, or indirectly when I catch up to people stopped at a light. Today I was playing catch up, but kept pace with a red SUV. We sat at three different lights together, made a left turn, and stopped at another light. The occupants rolled down the window to chat it up with me. Just a couple of college girls that wanted to let me know they were impressed and that I had a "cute" bike. Before I could say more than "Thanks" the light changed and they were gone, so while, dear reader, this was a very boring adventure for you, it was the second time in as many days my biking prowess got me some attention.
Tomorrow: Jon takes his bike into a bar--spicy adventures ensue, details at 11 |
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