On most weekday mornings I rise and race to beat Atlanta’s traffic onto the road. Today, after sleeping on the couch (makes making the bed that much easier 🙂 ) and with no plans in place for the evening I’ve decided to make some coffee, relax around the house (writing this blog is cathartic therefore quite relaxing for me) and take a slow roll into work. I’ll get to work when I get there and I’ll leave when my daily penance is up. I’ve just received word from REI that the socks I ordered from their outlet store have arrived, so perhaps I’ll drop in and get them on my way in.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
I am not interested so much in what I do with my hands or words as what I do with my feelings. I want to live from the inside out, not from the outside in.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
I Can’t Believe It’s Still Sweater Weather
About six weeks ago I contemplated when it would be time to put my sweaters away for the “Summer.” Today I am wearing one. I am not a big fan of this seasonal shift shit that has been occurring. April is not sweater-wearing season in Georgia; it’s time for not having to think about if I need an “extra layer” and for women to start wearing skirts again (my blog, my desires).
I’ve got a small collection of wine in my cellar which should be consumed (read “Summer ’08: The Summer of Red”). I am a patient man and realize that I should be backfilling my stock so that in a few year’s time I will be equally blessed with a collection of wine. My dilemma is that I have been out of the game for a while (Barb, Lisa, remember the “Good Long-Ago Days” of wine tastings?) and don’t know what I should be purchasing. Money is of course and object, but thanks to an extended dry spell (of dating, not drinking) it is far less of an issue than it was back then.
Help me out.
I prefer reds.
Alert me to “good” years, and which vintages to avoid.
I’ll assume that online delivery to a Georgia address is still verboten, but I plan to travel.
Help me, pleeeeeaaaaase!
ITP Flickr Pics
My Flip Video video camera arrived. I finally had time to take it out of the box, but not enough time to make a video for today however.
It appears to be a very simplistic camera, which is perfect for my video needs.
I’m Going To Shoot People
No not that way, although I admit there are some people who spring to mind immediately when I think of shooting people.
Yesterday I signed up for another photography class to be held at Showcase, this one will be “People One.” After a few days of struggling again with my photography I’ve reminded myself of two things
- I need to shoot a lot more
- I need education to help me out
I’ve signed up for six weeks of Tuesday night (6:15-8:00) classes, which conveniently works out as a “low exercise” day on my Twisted Ankle training.
“Have We Not Yet Reached The Merger?”
Survivor: (Dwindling) Fans v. Favorites returned last night in what seemed like a short eternity (I know, that’s an oxymoron but it seemed appropriate). It had been such a long since I thought about Survivor that my first thought was “Have we not yet reached the merger?” and of course we had not.
We return to find that Cirie is still on the show (argh!) and that people have gotten so thin that I am once again contemplating signing up for “Survivor: AARP” so that I can shed the fifteen pounds of flab that still inhabit my body. I know that I have never, nor will I ever, look like
Leif Garrett Erik because I am old, but the thought still bounces around in my head occasionally.
It’s time for the annual “pizza and beer” reward challenge, but those clever Survivor producers throw a wrench into the works by making this a combined Reward/Elimination Challenge. The producers also seemed to have difficulty finding a major American pizza delivery service which both delivers to deserted islands and is willing to fork over large amounts of cash for in-your-face product placement because when the pies arrive the boxes just say “pizza.” Poor Ozzy and some FanGirl whose name I’ve yet to learn don’t get to play in this reindeer game and therefore will not fatten up any. However, they do get immunity from elimination which I would assume is more valuable at this point than a slice of cold ‘za. Ozzy also has bigger fish to fry as he finds out that he’s got someone on his “false Immunity Idol” hook just waiting to be reeled in.
It’s no shocker as we see whatever tribe Ozzy plays for lose yet again. Buh. Bye. Erik… (Hey, has anyone ever thought of voting off Cirie? As I see it she doesn’t add much to “surviving”). But wait!!!! There is talk that Erik might save his hide as he reveals that Ami is one sneaky
lesbian tribemate and has been the lynch-pin for plans to vote off Favorites that have gone awry at the last minute. When Ozzy hears this he goes all “Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my father prepare to die!” and swears to vote off Ami because she is a lesbian and has no desire to sleep with him she has tried to oust the Puppet Master. I’m too wise to fall for the editors’ attempts to fool me, only to find out that they fooled me when Ami gets the boot. To make matters worse, there was no square-on-the-lips girl-kiss between Amanda and Ami (my blog, my desires) as Ami departs. Dangen!
Merger? Did someone say merger?
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – fair, but thankful that it’s Friday and I don’t have hard plans for the weekend
Current Music – Listening to Okkervil River’s “The Stage Names” cd
Website Of The Day – In the market for some new, and completely awesome, t-shirts? Check out the offerings from Lucky Threadz. Just don’t get the “Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my father prepare to die!” shirt because I already did…
Exercise (b)Log – nothing, that’s bad
Monthly Foot Mileage – 5.5 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 4 (4)
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
3) Read at least one book
4) Make my bed every day