Hmm, if you are an early morning reader you may notice a repost as I prematurely published this morning. Oops!
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
There is an important difference between telling a person how I experience him and adding arguments to support my correctness of my view. My feelings about another do not require a case — I don’t notice them deductively.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
Up Close And Somewhat Personal With Dead Confederate & Cracker
On Friday night I was ready for entertainment. After turning down a very tempting invitation to join coworkers for happy hour I took the train back to my car instead. From there my destination was Fox Bros BBQ because I was still craving bbq meat a week after eating it two days in a row. I was not disappointed.
After dinner I headed over to Variety Playhouse to get in to line for the Dead Confederate / Cracker show.
A strange crowd it was. First, I was like seventh in line for the doors to open and I missed a chance to park myself in my favorite sections for photography. So instead I went “to the front row” where I set up shop front and center. Twice during the evening people asked my about my equipment and for a website at which they could check out my shots (is it time to resurrect Japaleno Beach?). Both times I had an incredibly hard time comprehending the questions they were asking me; have my forty-two year old ears started to fail due to too much rock and roll?
The show was great although much of the vocals for Cracker were low because being in the front row of Variety means that you are on the wrong side of the speakers in order to get good vocals from the headliners; sounds crazy but it has happened on more than one occasion to me.
It Was Just Like Riding A Bike
In fact, it was exactly like riding a bike!
On Saturday I drove down to Moreland, Georgia (fwiw – taking Moreland Avenue seems like a good idea, but take my word it is not.) to my friends, and ITP readers, Debbie and Steve’s house (read “beautiful little horse farm”). The Red Rocket was placed atop the Jackmobile although I was certain that the weather would not allow us to go on our scheduled twenty-five-mile bike ride. I was so wrong and could not have been happier.
The course that Steve laid out was a wonderful combination of country roads and rolling hills. I have now been to and through the towns of Senoia (pronounced “Sen-oy” for some reason”) and Turin and have lived to type about it. It felt fantastic being out on the open road again even if I correctly predicted that I’d have a sore saddle on Sunday. The seven of us, including John (aka Afterbirth) who kept up even though he rode a borrowed mountain bike (show off!), kept a reasonable pace. For a first ride in some time it was exactly what the doctor ordered.
Post-ride we sat around and watched the Kentucky Derby, the first one I’ve seen in years, and the horror that ensued after Eight Belles fractured both ankles and had to be killed. My first thought was the joy that my friend Betsy only fractured one; she’s too young to die.
And what do you do after working off so many calories? Why put them back on with a delicious dinner and beers of course!
Hey, Why Not Use That Zoo Membership?
Waking early on Sunday morning I mapped out an action-packed day. My first stop was Kasan Red for a skillet breakfast.
Following breakfast I thought I’d “beat the crowds” and hit the Atlanta Zoo. I showed up minutes after it opened only to find out that there was some sort of sleep-over which had occurred and the place was already overrun with children. If you like MILF viewing and don’t mind the rugrats which accompany them, then the zoo on a sunny Sunday morning is an awesome place to be.
Next on the agenda was attending the Reds v. Braves baseball game at Turner Field. However something fell apart between the time I got home from the zoo and the time I was supposed to head to the ballgame; I became comfortable. I wound up missing the game completely and instead headed to Kroger later in the afternoon to fight the masses so that I could have the necessities to prepare my dinner.
I Knew This Would Be A Challenge When I Signed Up
When I signed up for a people photography class I knew that my biggest challenge would be asking people to pose for me. It’s not like I don’t understand at least one of the reasons I have difficulty getting dates, you know.
Unfortunately I am as right as rain on this issue. Today is Monday, my class is tomorrow night, and I have no idea how I am going to get subjects before then.
This six-week course has the potential to be either the most rewarding or painful experience that I have ever encountered.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – fair, I just wish that I was normal
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing The Whigs — “Right Hand On My Heart”
Website Of The Day – Former Rocketboom host Amanda Congdon has a new gig at Sometimes Daily.
Exercise (b)Log – riding, 25 miles
Monthly Foot Mileage – 0 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 25 miles
Monday Morning Weigh-In – 197 pounds
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 4
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 35 (35)
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