More Sweet Nothings

Morning weigh-in: 165.5#, 10% BF

 

Not much to say... Chain Gang meeting last night, after that short "yoga burst class," pretty good meeting (and good food too as seen above), but my evening was cut short by by an allergy attack -- I am way more sensitive to pets than I ever was before, especially my skin. So, early home, early to bed for my now-typical 5:30 wake-up. That coffee-yoga-shower-computer routine seems to be working out rather well, by the way.

 

Tonight is the gym, then dinner at XSpringH if all goes well.

Quietude

Morning weigh-in: 164#, 9.5% BF

 

WTF #1: Man clocks deer in Quakertown hair salon.

 

WTF #2: How low will it go?

 

Good ride last night, just me, Greg and Eric, and a little cooperative weather. We did a loop from Greg's house, and despite two flat tires we did 25 moderately hilly miles in 1:25, for a 17.5 mph average. Not freakin' bad!  The Christian's Spring meetup was cancelled (we're rescheduled for Thursday), so dinner was the leftover pasta/tuna.

 

Tonight is the Chain Gang meeting, and I may try to get in that "yoga burst" mini-class beforehand.

Scars I Have Known

Morning weigh-in: 165#, 10.5% BF

 

Kind of sick last evening/night, lower GI thing, not sure what was going on but we'll close the bathroom door of charity on that scene... Needless to say, no exercise and no going out; dinner was pasta & tuna with wilted spinach, plus a spinach/asparagus salad. (I hit the Easton Farmer's Market last week, but the pickings were slim when it came to actual produce.) Did some housework, laundry, blah blah, got a few computer things done.

 

Tonight, if it doesn't rain too bad, will be the usual Tuesday night follies (I hope). Dinner, with or without the ride, will be at Christian's Spring Hotel, since I'm meeting some Virtual Pub peeps.

 

Can I Play? I see, via Pharyngula, that there's a new blogging game in town: tell a story about some non-surgical scar you have, then pass the invite along. Here's one of mine:

 

I guess it was around 1982-1983 or so, and my parents were out of town so we naturally had a party -- don't worry Mom, not a big deal, just a few guys drinking beer, but we did have a theme: we decided to cook pizza from scratch. Got the ingredients, preheated the oven, and made the most beautiful, professional pie you ever saw, the only downside being that we made the pie on a plastic tray, which couldn't be put in the oven. What to do? The pizza was too fragile to just slide off the tray... We eventually took one of the oven racks out, covered the pizza with a dish towel and another tray, flipped it over, replaced the offending tray with the oven rack, flipped it back and -- voila! (This was all done very carefully, like playing Operation with oven mitts on, by a roomful of hungry, inebriated, and solicitous young men.) So there I was, holding the pizza triumphantly upright and on the correct tray, all prepared to start cooking it, and I backed into the hot oven -- I jumped, startled, the pizza started to slip, and I grabbed it with my arms without thinking, sort of hugging the hot oven tray. Tsssssss! Sizzle sizzle, like the start of "Kung Fu" when he leaves the Shao Lin temple, I got two nice scars on the inside of my forearms. Never felt a thing.

 

So who to tag? Well, I only know one other blogger, so yeah I'm looking at you MTBSailor! Anyone else who wants to share can do it in comments.

 

 

International Society For The Prevention Of Plate Tectonics

Morning weigh-in (Friday): 165.5#, 8.5% BF (mission accomplished, I guess)

Morning weigh-in (Monday): 166#, 9.5% BF

 

Was thinking about change the other day, and it came to me in the the image of plate tectonics (well, the original vision came as rulers strapped to moving tables, but still): the plates are going to move, and if things hang up at the fault lines, then the longer the movement is resisted the more violent the inevitable release will be. My life has been like that lately.

 

(By the way, there actually is, or once was, a "Society for the Prevention of Plate Tectonics." I'm pretty sure it was a spoof.)

 

Speaking Of Earthquakes: I was in the coffee shop on Saturday, and some girl, reading headlines about the Chinese earthquake, became upset about the plight of the -- pandas. Three things:

 

1. There are 50,000 or so people, trapped under rubble and dying.

 

2. You push something to the edge of a cliff, and it doesn't take much to knock it off. The real threat to pandas is not earthquakes.

 

3. We might not be in any position to do much about the real panda problem, but (like the half dozen non-cute women who disappeared while CNN searched Aruba for the photogenic young blonde) there are many living things within our reach, which may be less cuddly or worthy of superficial attention, but which actually could use some help.

 

So anyway..

 

Friday night I hit Boulevard Lanes in Allentown for dinner, where my old friend Shannon is now running the bar & kitchen. Apparently they're about to drop $2 million to remove alleys and change the place into a real bar/pub/nightclub, but I'm not sure if I, or even they, know where they're trying to go with this. I hit the Funhouse after that, but it was lame so I went to Porters, where I saw Eric & Janna but they were on the way out -- just before they left though, Janna whispered to me that she was throwing a surprise party for Eric's 30th birthday the next night -- I was supposed to RSVP but I never got the invite...

 

Saturday was a brick workout, yoga, gym & a ride at Jacobsburg, interspersed with various errands and chores. I had just enough time to get home, shower & get a card/gift, and I was off to the surprise party. Pretty good time, I must say. The whole crew was there and we had a blast.

 

Yesterday was mostly just lying around, playing with the computer; among other things I posted the last of my North Carolina photos. (I also hit the evening yoga class.) I went to bed early, but woke up at like 2:30 AM and couldn't get back to sleep until about 4:00 -- I blew off the early overtime so I could get one more hour of sleep, and it was the best hour of sleep I ever had...