So far

So, we got a lot done yesterday:

Ate breakfast
Rode the ferry to Peaks Island
Ate ice cream
Rented bikes and rode around Peaks Island
Ate lunch
Rode the ferry back to Portland
Took a nap
Got massages
Ate dinner
Walked around the town
Got lost on the way back to the hotel
Laughed a little bit
Slept a long time
Now it’s morning

We’re going to take a cruise or two in the bay
Hopefully fly some kites
Maybe go bowling
And/Or karaoke
Find more Maine stuff to do

Oh, we did get quite a bit of video footage. I wonder what the end product’s going to look like.

More to come.

I smell like pool.

I swam in the hotel swimming pool this morning. With less people around (I was the only one in the pool), I was able to analyze my technique more. My backstroke was a lot better. I worked on my kick being less frantic, because I need to ration my energy over a half-mile. I also worked on rotating my hips as a countermotion to extending my arms for each stroke. I worked on breathing, too.

The other day when I went swimming at the rec center early in the morning, the rest of the day I had so much energy. Interesting occurrence. I wonder if that happens every time. I also had gotten sufficient sleep the night before. Last night, I went to bed at 2AM. So.

How did I become such an old lady? I wake up stiff every morning, and the only way past it is to warm up my body with some exercise and concentrated stretching. Heat on the shoulders and neck works, too.

Today, we’re going to tackle Maine like we haven’t done before. Actually, we’ll probably do a lot of the same things we’ve done over the years. Which I love. Otherwise, we wouldn’t do them. Yay, lobster rolls! We’ll do some new things, too.

It’s so bizarre that Gustavo threatens the Gulf Coast the same weekend Katrina did four years ago, during our first Maine trip. I’m praying for those guys.

A Sort of Live Blog of Obama’s Nomination Acceptance

(From an instant message chat Thursday evening during The Big Speech. For the record, I really liked the last half. And this was on the eve of Ms. Palin accepting the veep appointment from McCain. Friends, I haven’t been more excited about politics in my life.)

me: stop with the rhetoric, dude
Friend: who is dude
10:01 PM me: that guy who’s taking SO long to introduce O
Friend: oh yes, him
can we?
can we?
me: WE CAN!
Friend: i deplore politics
10:02 PM me: ooh. video tribute
the dnc seems more fun than the rnc would be
Friend: yes, probably
i went here
me: oh?
10:03 PM Friend: yeah, i knew a girl…a staunch dem who got free tickets
McC actually gave a very stirring talk if i remember right
me: that’s cool
10:04 PM all stirring speeches
Friend: ftr, i hope that McC does not choose Romney
me: me, too
Friend: i’m tired of the bashers
me: i’ve slated romney for the cabinet
Friend: and, i don’t want him bashing O
that looks bad
me: yeah
Friend: so, who will win?
10:05 PM me: oh, man. a lot of hillary defectors have crossed over to red
Friend: really?
me: i’ve seen a few unsubstantiated polls
10:06 PM i actually think it might be close, with O for the win
Friend: yeah, that’s my current thought
10:09 PM me: you ready to pay higher taxes?
Friend: can’t wait
10:10 PM me: O had chubby cheeks as a kid
he’s his brother’s keeper. so am i
Friend: i can’t hear them over the radio
his cheeks that is
10:11 PM me: i forget you shun the evil boob tube
oh. here he is!
Friend: yes, but no tax break for me
10:12 PM me: do you hear the cheesy music?
Friend: a little
me: people are tearing up
10:13 PM the stadium is packed
Friend: thank you so much
10:14 PM me: seriously.
we can already
10:17 PM dangit, i’m clapping for michelle O
Friend: i missed her talk the other night
me: catch the transcript

5 minutes

10:23 PM me: tithing on change
10:26 PM becky’s a believer in free economy
Friend: and so her vote goes to…
10:27 PM me: she just disagrees with his economic policy
and i understand that
she might go mcc though
Friend: he’s not really inspiring me in this speech actually
10:28 PM me: not to stirring
Friend: he just sounds like another politician to me
10:29 PM me: it’s going to be all talk from here on out
and stuff we’ve heard before
so whom do we believe more?
Friend: yeah, it all sounds the same
10:30 PM do all the clappers really believe the talk…?
me: it seems so
10:31 PM if he told them to drink the kool aid, they just might
Friend: yes, maybe
10:32 PM me: oh. good. specifics
10:33 PM Friend: um, what about non-profits?
me: hmm
not included in the small business sector?
Friend: drilling in utah
me: will he? will he really?
10:35 PM Friend: can he deliver on that?
me: yeah. that’s a pretty big ticket
Friend: O, i want to believe you
10:36 PM me: if enough people believe him …
Friend: ah, education
me: if we sign on as our brother’s keeper
Friend: right
he’s against vouchers
10:37 PM me: what do they do?
i don’t remember
Friend: allow parents to move their children from bad schools to good schools
me: what’s he proposing instead?
10:38 PM Friend: i can’t remember…it was in the Washington Post today
me: okay. i’ll look it up
10:39 PM Friend: goodbye adult education
me: that’s kind of counterproductive, eh?
10:40 PM Friend: hard to measure gains…always gets cut
really, i’d be surprised if it was cut under his leadership
me: oh, you’re talking about his line-itemizing. eek
Friend: yes
10:41 PM i like O as a new face to the foreign world
but, not as commander in chief
but mcc scares me too
10:42 PM i’m concerned about iran
me: it’s gonna get so messy, Friend
Friend: umm…pakistan has said no
i think so
10:43 PM righteousness will keep us safe O
me: vote for Friend!
Friend: i’m writing me in
me: awesome.
Friend: but i think i have to be married, no?
10:44 PM me: wasn’t there a single president somewhere in history?
Friend: i dunno
me: or just hurry up and get married
Friend: yeah, i just needed a deadline
10:45 PM me: so many guarantees
am i wrong for being skeptical?
Friend: not at all
he will not deliver
on just about everything he is saying
sorry O
10:46 PM it sounds like he’s reading this in a mirror
me: he’s very polished looking
10:47 PM nice on the rhetoric
Friend: right
10:49 PM me: what? compromise?
who’s heard of that?
Friend: you are the word expert
10:51 PM ummm…c’mon O…it’s about you too
you know you are a big deal
and you like it
me: yep
10:52 PM Friend: your voice betrays you Friend
me: yep, that’s about him
Friend: sounds like Gore to me
10:53 PM me: and oprah
10:56 PM we cannot turn back!
Friend: you said it
me: yes, we can?
ooh. scripture
Friend: can we?
10:57 PM me: turn back?
Friend: no we can’t
can we?
me: he said we can’t
Friend: i’m confused
me: ūüė¶
Friend: wow
10:58 PM me: his family’s hugging him now
and country music’s blasting
Friend: fireworks?
me: pyrotechnics, not full-blown works
10:59 PM oh, here’s biden
Friend: he has funny hair
me: hee
Friend: in the back
me: ooh. confetti
like it wants to be a mullet, his hair
Friend: yes, it’s trying
me: don’t make your hair do that, please
11:00 PM Friend: the only hair i have that will grow long is in the back
i might have to try it
me: can i braid it, then?
Friend: i think so
11:01 PM me: oh. real fireworks now
not good for the carbon footprint, O
Friend: hypocrites
11:02 PM at least the chinese could fake it
me: hee.
okay, sir. i need sleep
Friend: and me, goodnight
me: ‘night

I got to drive!

It’s the farthest distance I’ve driven in at least five years! Yay! And it was legal!

I let Becky tackle the traffic out of the city. That’s always a mess. We sang to the radio and to some great mix CDs she has. Always fun times. And we stopped by a Friendly’s for dinner. They have pretty good sundaes. More later.

I totally cheated on the timestamp. I’ll make up for it this weekend, though.

West 4th

Four E’s pass
While I wait for my A
during morning rush hour then
A C stops so
I crane my neck, look northward
into the tunnel
longing for my A
but none comes and
sweat forms on my arms
and forehead but
I let the C pass and
four more E’s pass through
with still no A
so I jump on the next C
only to have the A pass me
while stopped at Spring Street.

I hate that.

I have two reasons why gaining weight wasn’t all that bad.

What, you actually want me to list them? Designate them in some way? My left reason, and my right reason? Give them names or something? Come on, people.

Today, I worked up a sweat. Like, a real one. Like the ones they fake in movies. Normally I don’t sweat so much it seeps through my clothes. But today, my front neckline was soaked. I felt like such a big deal.¬†Like I was tough. Like I could kick serious hiney. Yay, exercise!

The weather here has been so wonderful: lows in the 60s and highs in the low 80s. Yesterday morning during my swim I thought the water might be a little on the cool side, but once I got going, the water was quite nice.

It’s about time to go to Maine. The highs forecast are in the 70s, and it’s supposed to be gorgeous. We’re also going to be making another movie while we’re there, but we don’t know yet anything¬†about plot or genre, so any ideas would be greatly appreciated.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Today is my mom’s birthday. We talked on the phone for a good while, and I’m glad she spent her day relaxing. Happy birthday, Mom!

I went swimming this morning before work. When people say it’s the best form of exercise, I think I understand what they mean.

I’m super tired. And my appetite’s easier to manage.

I won’t go swimming tomorrow. Recover my shoulders and lats, go for a short jog.


My schedule is about to get insane. My roommate’s schedule, too.¬†This apartment will definitely see less of each other these next few months. It’s time to budget time.

14 sentences, people. Bah.

At least I’m sleeping better.

My Eyeballs Are Dry.

Have you ever been working on a thing, let’s say, writing, and hit a nice groove and are typing along, thoughts flowing steadily, then all of a sudden, someone not only turned the faucet all the way off, but s/he turned it all the way righty-tighty, twisted off the handle, and threw it into the lake? Let’s say, the Pond at Central Park. Where the rowboats are. Where I’m sure lots of other faucet handles and maybe a few dead bodies are. Raccoon bodies and human torsos. And now I’m screening the lake, and it’s gross and biohazardous and the tourists think I’m odd, and I can’t find the handle. Nothing but an event of Excalibur proportions would make it appear. Ah, yes. The handle would levitate, glowing with creative magic; it would float from the lake all the way back to the faucet – which is my brain – reattach itself, go lefty-loosy, and water would at first trickle, then become¬†a steady stream.

I wish that would happen. Last Monday’s nostalgia entry just sits there, unpublished, incomplete. I’m trying to refocus to refinish the post, because as you’ll recall, the dang thing disappeared on me. I want to write this post, though. But, I want to make sure I do it right. I can’t find my faucet handle. So, people, I’ve hit a rut, but I’m determined to write every day, still. It might be disjointed and random and I may use the word and way too many times¬†in a sentence and I would like a grilled Swiss cheese sandwich. With tomato.

Not that I normally keep track of these numbers, but when I was at my very fittest, I weighed 14 pounds less than I do right now. Shedding all that weight in 6 weeks is extremely unrealisitic, since I gained it over a year and a half, but that weight is a huge factor in how my body responds to working out. I could lose half of that and be perfectly content, since that puts me in the range I weighed most of my adult life. I say “most” because I have to be honest and count the summer I worked at a bagel shop. So, May. Start pounding the pavement/asphalt. Get back on your bike.

Oh. I joined a rec center, actually the city’s network of rec centers. Because I need a pool to practice swimming. I’ve been visualizing my freestyle stroke; hopefully I can make it work at the pool.

And maybe that’s where my faucet handle is.


This is a town in Virginia.
This town is holding a sprint triathlon on October 4.
Some friends mentioned this to me last night.
They tried convincing me to participate.
They pretty much succeeded.
I mean, who could turn down a town with that name?

Bumpass. Bum pass. Bump ass.

Very first triathlon, here I come.

Thank you, Olympic closing ceremony. Thank you for a reason to have a get-together, so friends could plant that idea in my head.

Thank you, Olympics, for projecting images into my eyeballs of people doing amazing things and getting me to think I can do just about anything. Even propel my body through a half-mile of open water.

Oh. Thank you, friends. I’m totally gonna do this.

Anyone happen to see my swim goggles?

I fell asleep during Sunday School today.

As I rode the train from 125th Street last night, I wondered if anyone else in the train helped build a cob house.

This would be a fun thing to do every day. It brought me back to when I was a kid, working hard when it didn’t feel like hard work. Except today, my body tells me yesterday kicked my butt.


Combine these ingredients. Mix well. Make cobs (bricks). Assemble building. Voila. We didn’t quite finish, but we got a lot done. I would type more, considering typing is just about the only activity that doesn’t hurt my body. But I will say I loved the country. There was a beautiful lake with perfect water where we rinsed off, and the stars on the drive home took my breath away. Someone poked a zillion holes in or flicked speckles all over the dark velvet sky’s fabric.

Phenomenal day.

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