Three Shall Be The Number Of The Counting

I’m sitting in Atlanta’s Hartsfield (Jackson) International Airport awaiting my flight to Gainesville, Florida. Don’t be jealous. πŸ™‚

Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.

There is a part of me that wants to write, a part that wants to theorize, a part that wants to sculpt, a part that wants to teach… To force myself into a single role, to decide to be just one thing in life, would kill off large parts of me. Rather I recognize that I live now and only now, and I will do what I want to do this moment and not what I decided was best for me yesterday.

To all who have helped me — Thanks.

Two’s Company, Three’s A Crowd
Last night was the inaugural meeting of the EAV Buzzers Monday night run. There seemed to be plenty of interest in the run when details were first posted, but in the end only three of us showed up. The three of us, all hashers, ran a four+ mile route and then met up with a couple of others for post-run drinks at Gravity Pub.

Tonight I’ll be doing my stretching and strengthening somewhere in Gainesville.

ITP Flickr Pic
There would be a photo of my damaged suitcase handle if I could have gotten my lousy Canon PowerShot SD750 to take a half-decent macro photo. Have I mentioned how much I hate this camera? Had I known how much I would come to hate this camera I would have never gotten rid of my old Pentax.

For Some Reason Four Miles Needed Three Beers
At Gravity Pub I sucked down three, count’em three, post-run beers. There are days I wonder why I have such ease with drinking. I wasn’t alone in my endeavor however, as my running partners each did the same. That’s the greatest thing about hanging around hashers, you rarely feel like you are drinking too much.

I S-U-C-K At Scrabulous
Since joining Facebook this week I’ve undertaken a Scrabulous (Scrabble) game with ITP reader Terri. She has the distinct advantage over me in that she reads and is a teacher, where I as I am a simple city-boy who frequents the internets. Terri is currently kicking my ass eighty-seven to sixty-three.

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – good
Current Music – listening to the Airport Channel in tv. I could be listening to some podcasts but I am not.
Website Of The Day – Ever wonder what it would be like to hold multiple jobs for just one week? Then check out One Week Job.
Exercise (b)Log – running, 4.2 miles
Monthly Foot Mileage – 59.7 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 6

January Goals
1) Run no fewer than 50 miles [done]
2) Ride Marta no fewer than sixteen times (eight round-trips) [not going to get there]
3) Read at least one book [done]

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

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11 Responses to Three Shall Be The Number Of The Counting

  1. Martha says:

    >That’s the greatest thing about hanging around hashers, you rarely feel like you are drinking too much

    Well at least not until the next morning…

  2. Steve says:

    Actually, I find that one of the scarier parts of hashing… and generally I calculate 2 miles per beer, so you are in the hole 2 miles (or over your beer limit by 1).

    -FP

  3. Bob says:

    Steve, does that apply to riding too? I can put a whole lot of beers in the bank that way :-).

  4. Terri (SW) says:

    Please, Paulie…please do not look at my win/ loss stats on Scrabulous. Scrabulous is mostly about the luck of the (tile) draw and not so much about vocabulary.

    I really do suck…I’ve just gotten lucky with my tiles (**snicker, snort**).

    -T

  5. martha says:

    I also biked about 4 miles…so I guess I broke even for the night.

  6. Steve says:

    Biking adds a factor of 10, so you need 20 miles a beer. Think about that, you could drink 5 in a hundred miles.. wouldn’t be a problem!

    I am a professional, do not try this at home.

    -FP

  7. Steve, I subscribe to the “new” math where one mile = two beers. It’s kind like the Paulie metric system. πŸ™‚

  8. Laura says:

    Bob: You would actually need to bike to earn the credits for drinking beer. DAMMMMMNNNNN! I said it. However, you are not allowed to make any weight comments toward your seven-month-pregnant wife!

  9. Bob better start riding because now that he has his uber-cool cheese wedge beer koozie back he is a man ready to drink!

  10. Debbie says:

    The things you learn about your husband at ITP.com! Beer math, who knew he had a method (or math equation) to his madness… πŸ˜‰

    Have you worked out the hours on a tractor to beer ratio yet?

  11. Shoot, on Sunday he gave us a sneak preview of his Beer Drinking / Barn Raising Unification Theory. The man is 100% genius!

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