Knees still weak after the 23 mile ride completed on Monday. First real ride since procuring Ferdinand. Ferdinand is a chap who prefers leisure over speed. I lagged behind often, pushing that bastard, coaxing it to move with the force of my evolutions. We made it. The ride has succeeded in convincing me another bike for events outside of short trips to the grocery store is needed.
On the threshold of a great change. I can hardly believe it myself. I've settled down considerably after the news and have attained focus, thankfully. Lots to do today, accomplished quite a bit so far. Because the weather is cooperating, a maudlin/introspective/mellow/nostalgic playlist has been arranged to accompany me throughout the day, ahem:
The Album Leaf, American Football, Ani DiFranco, Badly Drawn Boy, Beirut, Björk, Built To Spill, Carla Bruni, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Elliott Smith, Jose Gonzalez, The Kings of Convenience, The Knife, Neko Case, New Order, Of Montreal, Papa M, Sleater-Kinney, and Smashing Pumpkins.
Okay, back to work. Wow.
p.s. - rain, nice to see you again. I've missed you.
Would you sign a prenuptial agreement? Why or why not?
Submitted by Lantastic.
Yes, for two reasons. 1. They say all is fair in love and war. I've been through a divorce. One has no idea how their life will be excavated by such an event. 2. Marriage is traditionally a business arrangement. People sign contracts to protect themselves and their interests. I would absoloutely draw up and sign a document to protect myself and my interests.
When driving alone, what do you do? Sing along to the radio? Think about your day? Something else?
Submitted by carapiccoladiva.
Wander far...very far.
I recall back to the fall of 2003 when the iPod sounded like a great idea. Few people were on to it and Apple was not quite the fixer that 16-40 year olds were pining for. Not long, people caught on, production could not keep up with demand, and problems started to arise. Products were losing charm after failing to operate as expected. The public continued to pursue Apple's goods. The company held/holds its charms. There was no slowing of the pace Apple held with the advent of the iPhone. The iPhone, in my opinion, is useless. A ridiculous expenditure.
If anyone needs further convincing that Apple is the Fixer and the public the addicted, Apple paired with the worst service provider and people still bought. AT&T is a repressive corporation that runs their customer service like a dictatorship. But since the hip doesn't work there, what is it to them? They will have their iPhone, even if they have to waste the non renewable resource of time, and pay top dollar to have a star etched on their belly. The suits can have their Blackberry's, but the cool kids will have iPhones. Thinking a poorly run company has no direct affect on a consumer is akin to privleged white people believing Hurricane Katrina only affects poor African-American communities in the south. A 300 page phone bill affects us all. After I stopped laughing, and I love the fact that the innocuous, underdog anthem Apple created to pedal their future landfill clogging bit of handiwork was played while Justine flipped through her 300 pages, the reality set in. An excessive, exhaustive, and abusive drain on the world's resources. Nice!
After spending about a half an hour working on framing the milchkaffe mit zucker image, and still being dissatisfied with the results some 67 shots later, I am still no closer to executing the one important plan for the day. Slacker! Between all the shiny thoughts in my head and my computer, there is little hope of my accomplishing anything. An obliging cafe, what am I saying, THE obliging cafe would be ideal right now.
Distraction, I shake my fist at you!
How many jobs have you had in the past five years? Where and what did you do?
Submitted by M.
Hah hah hah....that's funny. I want pizza.
Couldn't sleep. Up at five o'the morning yesterday. Sleeping pattern still off from spending time with relatives. Gave in to consciousness and walked to the store. One of five people up and milling about the hood. Groceries, read:breakfast stuffs, totaled an amount I could cover. Score. Passed an item placed between trash and recycling. Said item caught my attention and garnered my favor. I walked on however, reaching only a block's distance before turning my heels and heading back in the direction of the object. Struggled under its weight and cumbersome structure, but managed to arrive in tact to my humble abode some yards away. The prize: a gate-leg table, no longer crafted.
Later, at my new found home away from home, craigslist maven Jason, scored me a bike. Hopped in Jason's car and driving like the wind, Jason thankfully doesn't drive any other way, and after a delightful conversation with a Southern lady, a beautiful orange and brown three speed was mine. Returning home with yet another found item my flat mate asked me later in the evening, when I returned a third time, what I had with me. Admittedly I would have liked to have discovered one more object, but, in the Taco Bell parking lot, after yielding to moderation and not taking advantage of the corporations aim to up sell, I felt that two free, very nice items, were enough for the day. This dragon can rest.
Although the bike is somewhat of an unusual find due in part to the fact the bike is not made anymore, I passed my very same model in red on the street. Tempted to invite camaraderie I considered leaving a note but quelled the desire . Should I see the lovely bike's owner on the street sometime and we are on our respective cycles, perhaps I can get a nod or something.
Even later, I waltzed towards a missed social interaction. The fish ditched me, yet again. Sorrow was not at my feet as my goal intended had been met. I wanted to see the Frenchman and not necessarily the Fish. Serendipity was my good friend last night. The Frenchman and the Fish's henchmen were walking up the street as I was walking down. I had a sudden play of pretending I didn't notice them, unsure of their reception. Any doubts of acknowledgment on their part were quickly abandoned after the rambunctious group recognized me and scooped me up in their plans. The night and/or morning was spent with the chatty Frenchman and his Harry Potter looking roommate S. Maybe he doesn't look exactly like HP, but, he has a look about him for sure. A flat full of video games and nerd boy goodies.
A predictable apology was sent via text from the Fish's phone. I could've but it would have done no good. Having the interaction with the Frenchman that I desired, I now want for nothing. No harm done. On quite the high from yesterday, the idiocracy of an inconsiderate person is like nothing. Analysis not needed. A return to Taco Bell wouldn't be half bad though. I'd take that. But, work is tugging at me, and it is time to get busy again.
What are the 5 words that best describe your life right now?
Submitted by mojito.
fuckingawesomeserendipitousbrightfun
First, my two nickles to rub together list:
Ahem, when I get two nickles to rub together, I must aquire this fine piece of graphic novelism...istics
I've revisted some Bryan Lee O'Malley...
and I am ready for some more...but, I am not the coolest comic geek in the world, or could really call myself one, so, graphic novels and comics usually remain as a lowly priority. However, I do want Capote in Kansas stat.
Anyway...um, that is all me thinks.
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