Notice the lack of an ‘e’, I am not talking about a mediocre burrito vendor who takes pride in verbally accosting their customers upon entry.
When I was a kid growing up there was one sporting goods store at which I could shop, Modell’s in Flushing. For years Modell’s slogan has been “Gotta Go To Mo’s.” Perhaps my beloved NY Mets should heed their advice and look for some sporting talent as they limp out of Atlanta after losing both games played here this weekend.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
Most words evolved as a description of the outside world, hence their inadequacy to describe what is going inside of me.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
I Could Use A Little Mo(mentum)
It’s been a lot tougher to get back into “training” mode after last week’s ING Half Marathon. On Saturday I thumped around an eight-mile course, including stepping on a screw and having it get temporarily lodged in my sneaker, cursing all the way. I even skipped doing a pub crawl in East Atlanta because I needed to stay coherent in order to be productive this weekend.
Yesterday I made an attempt at running four miles, but the hills in the area beat the hell out of me and I wound up walking instead.
Chumby. Chumby. Wherefore Art Thou Chumby?
My Chumby is due to arrive this week, a week too late for my sleep’s sake.
Apparently this past weekend was the weekend we used to spring forward into Daylight Saving Time. How do I know this? Because my stupid “self-setting” alarm clock sprung forward and rang my alarm an hour earlier that it should have on Sunday morning. Not only was I more tired than expected when I awoke, I also thought that I was running late for my appointments.
ITP Flickr Pic
This weekend I cooked more than I have in some time; that pleases me. On Saturday morning I made chorizo, portabello mushroom, and egg burritos. On Saturday night I roasted a chicken with a myriad of vegetables. Last night I made pasta with a homemade pasta sauce (you just may see a photo of this tomorrow).
I shot this to show something that amused and amazed me. What you see here are three eggs, two of which were from the half-dozen I received in my Moore Farms And Friends and one was not. One of the yolks is much yellower than the other two. Can you tell the difference?
American Hardcore (Music)
On Saturday night I stayed at home (attempting to assemble my new tent so that I don’t look like a complete ass this weekend) and decided to watch one of the movies that I’ve received from Netflix.
The movie I chose to watch was the documentary American Hardcode (Music) — I have to add the music designation because when I discussed this with people yesterday they thought I was talking about porn.
American Hardcore documents the backlash music scene that developed from 1980-1986, post-disco, as Ronald Reagan entered the White House, as America became “preppy”, and pre-metal. Think Black Flag. Think Bad Brains. Think D.O.A. Think Circle Jerks.
As a forty-two year old male I look back on those days fondly. I played the shit out of the Repo Man soundtrack as well as my New York City Hardcore cassette. I loved hardcode music but never entered the scene myself. Living on Florida may have had something to do with it. In fact, when you watch the documentary unfold you’ll see that the furthest southeast city mentioned is Raleigh, NC. It’s probably a good thing that I never entered the scene, my life would probably be a lot different if I had. On second thought, maybe it’s not a good thing afterall.
I highly recommend viewing this movie if you have any interest in the history in hardcore. I highly recommend avoiding it if you are/were not passionate about it, because it will bore the shit out of you otherwise.
Where Have My Scrubbing Bubbles Gone?
A couple of years ago I bought into a method for cleaning my toilets put out by SC Johnson under their Scrubbing Bubbles brand. The deal was you buy a wand and then use flushable pads impregnated with cleaning solution to clean the inside of your toilet. On Saturday I went looking for the replacement pads (I like to keep a clean household) and came up empty. Dangen! If you know where I can buy these please let me know, I’d hate to start out all over again.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – okay but not spectacular
Current Music – Listening to the “Sound Opinions” podcast
Website Of The Day – Today is going to be a little different. Today I want to point you to an article about a bed that makes itself! How cool is that!?!
Exercise (b)Log – Saturday: running, 8 miles; Sunday walking/running, 4 miles
Monthly Foot Mileage – 17.5 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Monday Morning Weigh-In – 196 pounds
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 7 (7)
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 100 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least one book
5) Make my bed every day