Two out the three days this weekend I was insanely productive. To counterbalance those day I did absolutely nothing on Saturday; in fact, I think I only left my house once on Saturday and that was to get my mail.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
Many people think they are acting the way they feel when they tell someone off. Someone is critical of me and I answer by calling him an S.O.B. My feeling is not that he is and S.O.B.; my feeling is that he has hurt me: “You have hurt my feelings and not I want to hurt yours.” Launching a verbal attack covers up my feeling of being hurt with an appearance of strength. I get angry when I think someone has hurt me in a way I am helpless to do anything about.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
There Comes A Time In Every Man’s Life Where He Must Face His Demons (Part 1)
On Friday morning I parked myself at the corner of 10th and Juniper for the running of the Peachtree Road Race. My vantage point was incredible and had my camera skills matched my location sighting skills I would have the most incredible shots taken by these hands.
After watching the wheelchairs and then the real runners pass me by it was time to get up and wander the course so I could capture those things which could not be captured at my station.
Deep inside I thought how close I would be to the Black Sheep Hash’s beer stop for the Peachtree Pub Crawl. Demons! This what got me in to trouble last year! As I wandered the race course I had an encounter with Harold (BWanA) and Bill (High Dicker) and I knew that I must face my demons yet again. “One beer. You can do it Paulie, just one beer. This is the year that you stay sober and see fireworks.”
I made a point to make sure that I didn’t race to the beer stop, after all there would be time before the Peachtree Pub Crawl team would arrive and I knew that I could only nurse one beer and fend off any others for so long.
I DID IT! I only had one beer. I waited for the Peachtree Pub Crawl Team to arrive. I walked with them along the race course, just ahead of the police motorcycles sweeping the course. When we hit 10th and Juniper again the Peachtree Pub Crawl team took a right, I continued on straight back to my car.
I Saw One Place Where Budgets Must Have Been Cut — Fireworks
As you might gather from that last section it’s been some time since I’ve seen fireworks so I was anticipating the moon and starts. What I got was somewhat less. Per the timestamps on the photos I took from the balcony of Maigh‘s loft Atlanta’s fireworks show didn’t even last thirty minutes. WTF?
Sadly, even with the preparatory reading I did about photographing fireworks most of my shots turned out blurry. I think I’ve learned why, and now I have an entire year to practice.
Set My Blood To Boil
Yesterday I watched Who Killed The Electric Car. Before even starting I knew that I was going to be angered and disgusted by viewing the film — and I was right.
For as much as I like to believe that I am tuned in to environmental issues, I was sadly unaware of the GM EV1 electric car that was introduced in 1996. It’s not surprising that I didn’t know about it however, as the movie paints a scenario that GM did little to hype their own future-forward vehicle, produced few of them for sale, and all but had plans in place to eliminate them as soon as they could. And eliminate them they did. Each of the EV1s was a lease vehicle and as soon as each lease expired they were collected and and sent to the crusher. Perfectly useful products destroyed. God Bless America!
GM is not the only villain in this story however, other car manufacturers did the same thing and let’s not forget the oil industry’s or our very own Federal Government’s actions to dissuade the advancement of non-polluting vehicles.
Perhaps the oddest part of watching this 2006 movie was to see that the price of gas in California at that time was $2.79 a gallon. When the movie was being filmed in 2005 they discussed how the price had gone up $1.00 a gallon in a year’s time. I wonder if a electric car seems like a better idea now that the price of gas is $4.50 a gallon? Probably not to the auto industry, after all they make a shit load of profits from sales of all those parts needed for internal-combustion engines.
There Comes A Time In Every Man’s Life Where He Must Face His Demons (Part Deux)
This being near-middle July can only mean one thing — it’s time for the annual Black Sheep Hash Bastaard Day hash. As I looked at the radar I saw massive lightning storms over Atlanta and swore that I would go to the start and make up my mind about doing the hash then. As I sat in the parking lot I was certain that I would not be running the hash, after all I have a healthy respect for lightning and with birthday upcoming in two week’s time I had no desire to die yesterday. And then I noticed how many other morons showed up to hash, so I was bowled over by the peer pressure.
To the hares credit they gave us a decent trail even though portions of their trail had to be abandoned due to the now rushing waters in the creeks. This also meant that the hash was unusually short, which was okay for most. However, this also meant that mass quantities of beer would be consumed, something which was not planned. Get this… the hash ran out of beer and rather quickly I might add.
A group of us wound up back in East Atlanta at Midway for more beer and grub.
Overall I was pleased with my choice to hash, I am sure that not dying by lightning strike had something to do with that.
Mark you calendars kiddies…. I am the hare for the next Black Sheep hash (July 20th). Can you say “Hash Shit?” I knew you could.
RealiTV Update: The Next Food Network Star
For some reason my head hurt after watching last night’s The Next Food Network Star. Oh wait, I know now… it’s because Rachael Ray was all over the episode! Oh how that woman annoys me…
The bulk of last night’s show was having each of the remaining contestants do a guest cooking segment on Ray’s show. Each contestant was also assigned a child with whom to work during the segment.
Perhaps the most surprising outcome of the show was that Shane was booted. I had Shane pegged to be Final Two with a good chance of winning it all. I thought for certain that this was Adam or Aaron’s week to fail, but Shane’s lack of life experiences as well as his somewhat cold personality did him in.
Next week the Final Four go to Las Vegas. I hope that Rachael Ray stays in New York.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – okay
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 18 playing Los Lobos — “Come On, Let’s Go” (changed the channel today, go figure!)
Website Of The Day – If I could count reading these One Sentence Stories toward my Kindle count then I’d already own one.
Exercise (b)Log – running/walking 6 miles (accumulation of weekend’s activities)
Monthly Foot Mileage – 6 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Monday Morning Weigh-In – 199 pounds (ugh!)
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My internal-combustion engine car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 96 (96)
Books To Read To Earn Kindle – 4
1) Run/Walk no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 150 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than twenty times (ten round-trips)
4) Read at least two books
5) Make my bed every day
6) Relaunch www.JalapenoBeach.com
7) Keep track of how many days I use stairs over elevators