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Monday, July 27
Aches and Pains
I did 7-1/2 miles on the elliptical trainer tonight (bringing me just shy of 50 miles since I restarted my gym excursions). Meghan suggested I need to ramp up my workout since I'm usually not sore after it. Good news: I'm sore after this workout. Bad news: It's from falling off the machine and hitting a concrete support column with my arm on the way to the ground (apparently I'm not coordinated enough to reach for a TV remote . . .). I'm not sure soreness specifically in the wrist and shoulder of one arm really qualifies. I also managed to scrape off about four layers of skin in a patch the size of a silver dollar on my wrist just below my palm. It looks like I tried to commit suicide with a dull cheese grater.
Luckily (for my pride, anyway; unluckily, had I hit my head), no one else saw it.
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I want one of these shirts. Lane, the other mega-zombie-fan I know, opined that these shirts are cool, but not suitable to anyone without a Y-chromosome (and in fact, not suitable for even some of those with Y-chromosomes) and so declined to endorse them.
This week is the 40th anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing, an event that became a symbol of the pursuit of knowledge in general and science in particular (not to mention a feather in the cap of the U.S. during the heyday of Cold War brinksmanship). To celebrate this monumental achievement in human knowledge and progress, Yahoo is linking photos from the Apollo 11 mission from its home page, including this photo of the Earth as taken from space, highlighting "most of Africa and portions of Europe and Asia."
I'm glad to see I'm not the only person discouraged and annoyed by the amount of airplay this group is getting. I don't expect references to Helen Keller to be glowing and reverent by default, but suggesting her inability to speak is an admirable trait that more women should follow, even in a joking manner, is something that should, in a rational world, preclude the band from having female fans of any level of self-respect. I'll be happy when their star fades.
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Monday, July 13
This and That
- I was approached twice over the weekend in two different stores by other shoppers who assumed (incorrectly) that I worked there. I could vaguely see the Target incident; I was wearing work clothes that superficially resembled Target's color scheme. But the other one just has me baffled. I was holding a shopping basket and actually *shopping* (reading labels and crossing items off a list), and yet the woman in the motorized shopping cart looked not only surprised but actually disbelieving and possibly offended when I responded to her request that I page someone to help her in the paint section with a sheepish "I'm sorry, I don't work here." Maybe I need to reevaluate my attire.
- I've been more annoyed than usual lately at the oncoming drivers waiting to turn left on green who actually start to turn as I'm entering the intersection, assuming my course and speed will remain constant and they'll just miss the back of my car. If I were more confrontational, I'd play "chicken" by intentionally slowing down to dispel their assumption and force them stop, but (a) that would disrupt traffic and (b) sooner or later I'd lose, neither of which is a good outcome. So I'll just swear at them as I leave the intersection instead.
I had just left the mini-mart with my Coca-Cola (TM) and fudge round, and I saw you in your business attire. You startled me, possibly because I was high. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for laughing in your face with my mouth full of chocolate. (m4w - 24)
I've decided to start reading the "Missed Connections" on Craig's List for the humor factor . . .
Courtesy of Lisa and her family (who allowed me to tag along on their annual excursion), my photo set of the sunset and fireworks display over Lake Manawa, Iowa (with the Omaha skyline in the distance).