Personal Stuff

Silence

One thing is certain: From a purely self-interested perspective, 25 year-old me would not recognize 39 year-old me.

For No One

I do not know if the intended recipient of the following message will ever, in fact, receive it. The casual reader or web search layover is advised that it most certainly is not meant for your consumption, and yet I shall take no measures to prevent it.

Give Me 27 Inches of Daylight

I made time Saturday morning to take an exploratory bike ride down a road that seemed impossible to safely travel upon except by car. Not only is it a high-traffic road, but it's very hilly (for here) and I didn't know if I had the necessary stamina to make the trip successfully. I learned at least two things today: 1) I need 27 inches of daylight (explanation forthcoming), and 2) how to repair a flat tire.

Fitness Update

Hooray for gym memberships. Especially the cheap municipal kind:

I'm a Big Kid Now

This is a follow up to my recent rant about my route to the gym by bicycle. The thrust of the complaint concerns "having" to take alternate routes to get there rather than bike on the side of the road (without amenities like designated bike lanes or shoulders). Well, I decided the other day to put on the Big Kid Pants™ and try my luck on the scary road. I'm obviously alive to tell the tale.

Anthrax Memories

There are days I hover over the "unsubscribe" button for a blog called PressThink, as I'm not in the journo biz, and can probably read Romanesko if I really want to stay abreast of how many layoffs are happening domestically at the big newspaper outlets. Jay Rosen tends to be flogging his latest "citizen journalism" experiment, and I just don't have the calories for that stuff anymore. Have fun, I say, to those who do. But I keep the feed in my rotation because items like this one come along once in a while: Three Vital Questions for ABC News About its Anthrax Reporting in 2001

I have one vital question: Where has everybody been?

Fitness Update

The fact that it has been several months since my last fitness update should provide the executive summary for this one. Let's also say simply that depression is a bitch. And the Texas heat. And...

Basketball Jones Pays His Dues

I am jumping the gun a bit here, as I was planning to make mention of my recent municipal rec center membership (super cheap) in a forthcoming "fitness update" article. But that's the scoop: I decided to sign up for the rec center so that I could have year-round fitness opportunities that are not necessarily dictated by the weather. Plus, they have indoor basketball courts. With lines and everything. Score!

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