I must be dedicated to training now. How do I know? When I went to change in to my running clothes last night I realized that I forgot to repack a pair of shorts into my running bag. And, instead of giving up, I stopped at Target on my way to George’s and bought (yet another) pair of shorts. In addition, if you see a video of me totally checking out a woman while riding the up escalator at the Buckhead Target don’t be surprised. There was someone there who I could only assume was using their phone to take a video of the shopping cart escalator, and I just happened to be enthralled with an attractive young lady at the same time.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
Something within me will not let me rest with a bad opinion of another person. Dislike is for me an unpleasant sensation. It distresses me to hear someone criticize another person he knows, and I feel uneasy when I join in. Hatred seems to be its own punishment, but something in me rejoices in a new-found appreciation. As an act of faith, as a response to something that feels very deep in me, I believe this about another human being: Regardless of his present mood (and I want to respect that, whatever it is) he wants to be my friend. For no other reason than I am also a human being, he wants to feel love for me and wants me to feel love for him. Deep within him he wants us to be close.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
The Cafeteria Crashers
We have a small cafeteria in the building in which I work. The food at our cafeteria is okay, but the selection is limited and they have a habit of repeating their offerings every week. Last Friday on my way to happy hour I was in a conversation with a coworker who mentioned that he had gone to his dentist’s office that day, which is nearby, and noticed a cafeteria in their building. I then mentioned that every time I walk past the building next to ours I look into their cafeteria and consider going to it. We both laughed and then thought aloud “Want to do it?”
Yesterday was the day. He and I walked to the building next to ours only to notice brown paper on all windows of their cafeteria. “You have to be shitting me!” I said. We tailgated into their secured building to find “No Entry” signs on the cafeteria’s doors.
“What’s Plan ‘B’?” I asked. “We don’t have one.” he answered. Which he then followed with “We can try that one in my dentist’s office building, but it’s a bit of a hike.” “Fine with me.” I said.
That is the chopped steak with onions and brown gravy, with sides of mixed vegetables and macaroni and cheese, and a biscuit. With the exception of the vegetables, which had obviously been frozen and were not thoroughly reheated, the meal was good.
While walking back to our office building we stopped into another and found another open cafeteria for the next time we are feeling adventurous.
ITP Flickr Pic
Fort Mountain State Park is rather unusual because it contains both a mountain (hence its name) and a lake.
fwiw- the water isn’t really that blue, I got a little crazy adjusting the photo in Lightroom, and wound up liking the effect more than the original.
My Reward For Exercising Tonight Will Be A Concert
If I can manage a run early enough to shower and get down to the Variety Playhouse for The Faint concert then I will. I should have packed my camera in anticipation of success, but this morning I thought it prudent to get my ass out of the house and off to work instead.
Why Do I Continue To Download Updates To Software That Works?
I have worked with computers for twenty-five years. You would think by now I would learn to leave well enough alone.
TextExpander has been working swimmingly for months and then the other day they released a new version and like a drug addict in need of a hit I went and downloaded it.
Did it see my token “hrefvp” for the Variety Playhouse above and magically insert the html code as its supposed to? Hell fucking no! Christ, the application has one job! It should always be able to do it. I wonder if I have the last version still and can “downgrade?”
I was considering buying another $30 license for my iMac at home. I guess I’ll hold off on that purchase.
And Then There’s
I had broken up with .Mac last week. But this morning I was having thoughts about the good times we had, and the promise that .Mac had changed for the better. So I tried to get back with .Mac today and this is how I was treated.
.Fuck .You .Mac
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – tired, frustrated, confused, lost, sad
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Sea Wolf — “You’re A Wolf”
Website Of The Day – My friends Frank and Max have started a non-profit for Atlanta Photography. If you guessed that they called it Atlanta Photography then you are one smart cookie.
Exercise (b)Log – running, 5 miles
Monthly Foot Mileage – 5 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 50 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 22 (110)
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 ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least two books
5) Make my bed every day