Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tiny Toons in Istanbul (Not Constantinople)
I think Adam mentioned that he hadn't seen the Tiny Toons video for the song, so here you go:
Just to Clear Up Any Confusion
Adam already knows what's up, but just in case the rest of you don't know, Istanbul by They Might Be Giants is one of the best songs ever. Here's the video, which is also super awesome:
Roadrunner
So on Monday, during one of those "introduce yourself to the class" type things, I mentioned that I had run the half the day before. I received a healthy round of applause and adoration from the predominantly female class (girls are always way more impressed by things like that than are guys), however one girl chimed in with "Oh, I did too!" She then asked me what my time was and I told her and found out that she beat me by like 45 minutes. Class then sort of resumed, so I sat down. After class, however, I hung out for a second and talked to her as we walked out. She's one of those very very happy people. She smiled big, and often, and for good reasons (I'm pleasant, and she has the whitest teeth ever). I didn't think much more about her that day.
Then today, on Wednesday, she sits down (she sits two seats to my left, on the other side of this gorgeous Asian girl named Julie) and immediately asks me how my legs feel. I tell her, "Actually, they feel good today. I am going to go hiking on Friday." She bounces back with "Oh good! I'm actually going on Saturday if you want to come" I can't, because I have to work on Saturday, and I told her as much. We didn't get to keep talking though, because class started, so after class I talked to her again. I found out her name is
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Seriously? Come on, now
PETA kills 97% of companion pets in 2006. Some pets' bodies thrown in dumpsters.
http://sev.prnewswire.com/
publishing-information-services/
20080111/DC1129510012008-1.html
copy paste fools
Monday, January 14, 2008
Last Supper Hymn
Hymn hidden in The Last Supper painting? Hear some of it below
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/21754494#21754494
here's a link to an article:
http://www.abqtrib.com/news/2007/nov/10/musician-finds-hymn-last-supper-painting/
13.1 Miles of Vindication
Let's start with Saturday. The expo. We were going to drive together, but Julee stayed at her parents' house, which is in Phoenix, so we decided to just meet at the convention center. We were both late, though I was a little extra late. Whatever. We meet there. Hug. Honesty: she doesn't look as good as I was remembering, though she certainly didn't look bad. Her eyes are smaller, somehow. Memory magnifies, I suppose. We walked around the expo and got some free stuff, and then took off. Nothing big.
The plan for Sunday was that I'd call her and pick her up then drive us both to the pick up spot for the shuttles (you park at the finish, then take a shuttle to the start so that when you're done you can just walk to your car. This all required that we be parked and waiting for a shuttle before 7:30, since the last shuttle leaves at that time. I had some trouble sleeping the night before, and ended up getting up and taking a shower around 5:15 or so. I ate then and called her, apparently waking her up. I found out later that she was stupid and went out drinking the night before (didn't get drunk, but was out until like 3:30am, and was wearing heels), so she only got about an hour of sleep. The entire morning from when I picked her up until we actually passed mile one she complained about how tired she was ("to the point of nausea"), and how she sort of wished that she had slept through my phone call and stayed home. We stayed together until around mile 9.5, at which point I was having some issues (my right knee), so I told her to go ahead if she wanted to. She really wanted to break 3:00 hours (we were on pace for about 2:55 or so if we had been able to continue that same pace, though I would've held her back what with my knee).
She took off then, and I took to a steady quick walking pace. I kept this same pace until about mile 11, at which point I was planning on running again, however, my knee was only worse, so I decided to hold out for the last .6 miles or so. Also, my left ankle was starting to act up a bit. I found myself at mile 12, and I was starting to feel the beginning of cramps in both of my calves, and my right quad, so I hit a cup of Accelerade, and looked for a COACH who might have salt (the marathon hires people to walk around certain portions of the race shouting encouragement and possibly advice. Some of these people also carry salt with them for people who may be cramping, although certainly not all of them do this). I then ran out of water, and entered the bridge over Tempe Town Lake (Mill Ave Bridge), which told me that I was about .8 miles from the finish, with no water in sight. I spotted a COACH and asked them if they had any salt, which they did not. Worried, but not too much so, I decided to just go, since there was no help between where I was and the finish. So I picked it up to a quick pace and ran the bridge. On the way down the bridge however, my left calf and my right quad entered full spasming cramps, which was intense. At the bottom of the bridge, when we take a left on to Rio Salado, they were both largely completely seized, so I stopped for a moment and tried to stretch them out. This sort of helped, and I started walking again. After about 100 meters, I decided that I was going to run that last little .4 miles regardless, so I took back up, and didn't stop until I was through the line.
I was a little more exhilarated than I expected, honestly, as I weeded my way through the massive chaos that is the ending line family reunion area. I couldn't find my mom, so I just made my way back to my car. I met up with Julee, who DID finish under 3:00 (I think she was like 2:53). I finished 3:05, by the way. We walked back to get my car, only to realize that I had parked on the third floor of a parking garage. The stairs looked pretty hardcore, so we just walked to HER car (she had left it nearby the night before), and she was going to drive me up to mine. She did this, and then we promptly sat in a line for 20 minutes. I think that an ambulance was on the first floor, blocking anyone from leaving. I felt really bad about this though, because Julee was supposed to be at work at 2:00, and we didn't get out of that garage until 1:40. In any case, I decided to play at mass that night, because I wasn't dying, and I sort of need the money.
Here's the point, though: I'm over her. I realized that I still think she is cool and smart and all that, but that I'm not attracted to her anymore. Physically. Emotionally. Whatever. I look at her as a friend now. I can't guarantee that this is a permanent condition, since she will always be a very specific character in my love history, but for now, I have moved on. I think that is what I am most excited about after this weekend. I mean, I set a new distance watermark for myself, and I proved that I can do something that I was wondering if I was going to be able to do, but really, moving on from her is much larger. I'm happy about this.
"Moving on moving on from town to town
Movin' on I can't seem to stop now
Movin' on I never seem to slow down"
Movin' On by Bad Company
