Tuesday, May 01, 2012
Walked to the movie theater today. 4.6 miles round trip, wonder why I haven't done it before today, I've lived in this apartment nearly three years. Ended up watching "The Five Year Engagement", literally because it was the movie beginning soonest after I arrived at the theater. You see, I set out without having a clue what was playing, or when. I actually had the thought of doing so at 10 AM, but it's a good thing I was only semi-spontaneous, since that actually was the first flick of the day.
I'd seen the tv ad for the movie, with the plot point about moving from San Francisco to Michigan, but that was about all I knew. Let's just say it made me the tiniest bit homesick, and I'll have to pay Zingerman's a visit when I go back to Michigan in a couple of weeks.
Got into a cleaning jag yesterday and this morning, set some things aside to take down to the storage space. Came back from the movie. and managed to trip on one of those items, and land on a plastic storage container and shatter it. No other damage, but I think I'm going to have to go buy a new box, as well as having proof that cleaning is dangerous to one's health.
Incredible the things you never notice no matter how often you might take a certain route in a car. During this walk, I discovered that there's a pedestrian tunnel under a road that I quick-estimated I've driven down over 1500 times, as well as seeing a roadside pond I've never noticed before, and a lane leading to...well, I don't know where it leads to, but I'm following it the next time I walk down that way.
Title of this entry refers to an album from the band 13ghosts. The Strangest Colored Lights is a bleak, sparse slice of Americana/rock that was my favorite disc from 2009.
Opening track, "Lonely Death of a Space Avenger"
Not enough of their stuff on youtube, but if you use spotify, definitely check them out, especially that album.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Woke up three of the last four days below the 185 end of April goal, and adding that to the three days previously that that point had been reached, I feel like the 185 goal has been achieved. Granted, with the events upcoming next month, I might slide a bit, but I'm ready to attack the last 5 pounds of the initial goal of 180, and setting the end of June as the timeline to reach that.
And then to see where to set the next goal after that :)
Sunday, April 29, 2012
More or less. I mean, Wednesday, I went to a baseball game, so I was surrounded by 25000 or so other people, and I talked to those around me throughout the game. And then Thursday/Friday, I spent most of the day around people, just not any that I really knew, but again, chatting with folks in my surroundings. And when I wasn't around those people, I was wandering around a state park, Devil's Lake state park here in Wisconsin, about an hour north of Madison.
So it was really just today, Saturday, that I spent doing nothing much, watching hockey, listening to music and baseball, generally chilling, doing weekend things like grocery shopping, doing a bit of cleaning. So why does it feel that I've been isolated this past week? Not sure. Looking forward to the next couple of weeks, though, a couple of events that should be fun, including a couple of friends who've moved away returning for a visit, and, in the middle of the month, going home for my nephew's first birthday (oh, and mine, a week later).
Haven't gone to the gym in a week, but have done other things in the meantime, including going for a walk in the park across the street from my apartment (decent sized park), and going for the aforementioned walk in the state park. I went for 4-4.5 miles on Thursday (can never tell from their maps exactly how far I might have gone, but I was wandering for a couple of hours, including rest stops, which doubled as eagle and hawk watching breaks!), sadly out of shape-ness resulting in very heavy breathing by the time I reached the top of the bluffs above the lake. Friday, I might have only gone a mile and a half, it's was really windy and cold out there. I'm paying for it today, what with sore quads, but it feels pretty good.
Trying to decide whether or not to use the ability to suspend the gym membership for a few months, as the summer months are usually a gym dry spell, what with ultimate frisbee and softball taking up 3 nights a week. Then again, i haven't lined up a frisbee team for sure, and softball doesn't look like it's happening. So...
Anyhow, I stuck my name in on the SP spring challenge, and now it's time to find out if I've got the wherewithal to actually stick to something structured. It's supposed to start on Sunday, so I suppose I ought to get myself to the gym tomorrow...or figure out what resistance band exercises are supposed to be on tap on the first day. My first reaction to it, however, is annoyance at the volume of e-mail resulting from responses to the "Introduce yourself" thread. I could have sworn I unchecked the box saying "send e-mail every freaking time someone posts in here".
The shopping today included picking up a cheap pedometer. Haven't figured out yet how to reset the darn thing, nor how to turn it off. I suppose I could rtfm (or pamphlet, as it were), but where's the fun in that? :)
And in other news, Pottermore is boring. The former software QAer in me is annoyed at the bugs (variable behavior of the Back button being extremely annoying, unnecessary clicks also so, but understandable because they're probably generating revenue per click, somehow). I'm a Harry Potter fan, and I was looking forward to seeing what Rowling had to say about the books. But it's not an engaging experience for me at all, and I barely made it to the sorting ceremony in the first book (Slytherin...with an applewood/unicorn hair wand). Maybe I'll look at it from time to time, but it's too annoying to slog through the muck to get to the few pearls of wisdom shared by the author.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Unfortunately, it was an illusion borne of illness. The whole being sick and not wanting to eat much got me under the 185 mark I'd set as an end of April goal, but the return, with a vengeance, of my appetite starting Thursday, and a less than healthy (foodwise) weekend returned the scale to its 187 range. I've definitely plateaued, and ironically enough, at the bottom end of the weigh loss from two years ago, at that 187 level. So I'll enjoy breaking through this barrier, even if it's a little bit later than I'd figured on doing.
I did make it back to the gym, finally, after an absence of three weeks dictated by apathy, a lingering groin pull, and illness, and I fear that I overdid it. 2.5 hours there, even if a chunk of that was just shooting a basketball on my own, left me a bit sore for the weekend. That wasn't helped by going to a heavy metal concert, and getting stepped on by a guy who had to be at least 6'8", 350 lbs. And I wasn't even mixing it up with the kiddies this time, I was off to the side. But the mosh pit was wide, due to the relatively small dance floor at the venue, and though the guy made for a decent wall, he wasn't an immovable object, and one of the crowd fluctuations made him step back, right onto my big toe. It's probably coincidence that it's throbbing just a bit, two days later, at this moment, but it certainly hurt at the moment.
The band I went to see is called Sepultura, a Brazilian based band (with a singer from Cleveland), who created the song Ratamahatta, which would certainly be in my top 20, and perhaps make my top ten list of favorite songs, if I really sat down and figured them out. When they began their set, I wasn't sure if they'd top the previous band (the majority Filipino band Death Angel. It was a night of minority metal, what with Krisiun also hailing from Brazil, and Havok being the whitest band, with half their guys of the caucasian persuasion), but then they launched into Refuse/Resist, and the doubts were silenced. They ended with an encore of Ratamahatta and the title track from the album it's on, "Roots", my fave from their catalog, a perfect ending for me.
Link to Ratamahatta on youtube is below, if you're curious.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Right as I think I'm getting through an extreme phase of one funk, I get hit with funk of another type, the kind that clogs up nasal passages and causes bad headaches. Really bad headaches. Didn't manage to get up to too much trouble on the weekend, because I spent most of it being a lump on the couch or the bed, watching hockey, or just wishing daylight wasn't as painful to the eyes.
Ok, I exaggerate, a bit, but you've all been there, in that sick state where burrowing yourself under blankets just seems like the only course. Of course, I'm typing this at 4 AM, in that weird twilight zone where I'm completely exhausted, and equally far away from falling asleep. Might have something to do with getting out of bed at about 1 PM Sunday, after a night where I seemed to wake up every hour. Actually, I don't specifically recall seeing the clock read 4:something, so perhaps not every hour. But again, I don't exaggerate much.
Once again, I'm left to declare that today, Tuesday, will be that day, the one where I get some semblance of exercise. But since I'm again unlikely to wake prior to the anti-witching hour (or, as other people call it, Noon), we'll just have to see about that. The difficulties breathing from the snot, and the ever so slightly wheezing lungs (heretofore not an issue, and not one I'm happy to hear come into play....where'd I put that darn inhaler, anyway?) don't promise a quick descent into the sleepytime gorilla museum (It's the name of a band, which I've adopted as an occasional reference to falling asleep, in case you were wondering what sort of cold medication I might be on).
But I do prattle on endlessly, in a tiresomely whining manner. I guess there were moments of the weekend which were nice, such as the cookout I made it to, before the sniffles took over entirely. And then there was the concert I attended thereafter, featuring bands I hesitate to name lest you think I'm even more of a psycho that you might already believe, an event I felt compelled to leave when I found myself falling asleep right in front of a 250 pound, heavily bearded, long hair sporting dude spitting death metal growls. Not sure he would have appreciated me snoring at him in lieu of applause.
Anyway. I did manage to step out of my apartment for a bit today, running to the store for some needed supplies. It was one of those, I feel ok now, let's go! and Nope, still really sick! by the time you get to the store types of trips. Which I only mention as an excuse for buying doughnuts. Of which I might have eaten 2 and a half.
I'd kind of been craving them, having driven past a favorite bakery a couple of times in the past couple of weeks at hours when it's been closed. Sadly, these grocery store imitations barely pass muster, and I'll probably feel compelled to visit Greenbush Bakery sometime in the near future. But not too near, if the lingering guilt over this half dozen has anything to say about it.
Ok, enough rambling out of me, I must make a pretense at sleep. Wish me luck getting there before the birds start chirping (i have approximately an hour, if yesterday 5:something waking experience is proof of anything).
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