Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Ooh, That Stings Eh!
Tuesdays always start out the same for me and this one was no different. I'm up and milling about the house by 7 at the latest. Computer goes on, Itunes activated, KGNU -Boulder public radio streams in. My homepage opens with a list of emails along with my calendar. I hit the LUX, grind some coffee beans, feed Pablo and smoke a cigarette.
Every Tuesday I try to catch the half hour of lecture KGNU allocates to Alan Watts and his sense of understanding. It comes on at 9. To compensate for the mornings that I forgot to log in and listen, I have gotten accustomed to putting ITunes on right away and listening to the various banter that's streaming into my living room before him. This week his lecture reinforces the idea that we are a fluke of nature. That it is quite odd that we even exist. That it simply would've been easier for nothing to happen at all. So, this gets me asking to myself, Am I happening? Are you happening? I am happening! I go into my kitchen and make some oatmeal with a handful of blue berries and some honey.
After milling about the morning and posting various articles to my facebook page, I am finally motivated enough to go on a bike ride. I have a nice 12 mile loop that I enjoy in South Boulder. The weather is nice and not too hot at about 85, Clouds are rolling in slowly over the flatirons. Those clouds won't become a thunderstorm till about 430pm. I breeze through my 12 mile loop much easier than usual and contemplated going around a second time but decided to just go home because I was out of water. When I got back home, I switched from my cycling shoes to my sneakers and while still warmed up, I hit the treadmill for the next half hour or so.
BassMaster Billy always swings by in the mid afternoon and drinks a beer. We plan out what lake we want to attack on this Friday. I took a short nap when he left. The White Rhino will be here tonight at 7 to return my Trooper which he has been borrowing for the last two weeks. His truck is having issues. I have to give him a ride back to Longmont so I decide on the way back that I'll do my grocery shopping in North Boulder. I pick up about $200 worth of stuff and get it loaded into the Trooper. I see that long strand of the carpet of the truck's floor that is always getting caught in the door. It's frayed and is greasy with oil and gets all over everything it can reach. I whip out my pocket knife and begin to cut at the beginning of the fray which starts under the front seat. Without paying attention, I slice my left index finger. Like a good soldier, I pull my ban-dana out of my pocket and wrap my finger tightly, without even looking at the wound. It was well past dark now anyways and it wouldn't have been easy to see injury anyways. I drove past two hospitals to get to my house, in a five speed with my wrapped finger pressed tightly to the side of the steering wheel. When I get home, i see its pretty nasty. Of course my knife is serrated and so my finger has a jagged pattern similar to how a serrated knife would leave jagged marks on a sharp cheddar cheese. I pour peroxide on it for a couple minutes and then wrapped it in gauze. The gauze was soaked through with blood when I awoke this morning. I re-cleaned it and wrapped it again. Wrapped it again around noon and it seemed to stop bleeding.
Every Tuesday I try to catch the half hour of lecture KGNU allocates to Alan Watts and his sense of understanding. It comes on at 9. To compensate for the mornings that I forgot to log in and listen, I have gotten accustomed to putting ITunes on right away and listening to the various banter that's streaming into my living room before him. This week his lecture reinforces the idea that we are a fluke of nature. That it is quite odd that we even exist. That it simply would've been easier for nothing to happen at all. So, this gets me asking to myself, Am I happening? Are you happening? I am happening! I go into my kitchen and make some oatmeal with a handful of blue berries and some honey.
After milling about the morning and posting various articles to my facebook page, I am finally motivated enough to go on a bike ride. I have a nice 12 mile loop that I enjoy in South Boulder. The weather is nice and not too hot at about 85, Clouds are rolling in slowly over the flatirons. Those clouds won't become a thunderstorm till about 430pm. I breeze through my 12 mile loop much easier than usual and contemplated going around a second time but decided to just go home because I was out of water. When I got back home, I switched from my cycling shoes to my sneakers and while still warmed up, I hit the treadmill for the next half hour or so.
BassMaster Billy always swings by in the mid afternoon and drinks a beer. We plan out what lake we want to attack on this Friday. I took a short nap when he left. The White Rhino will be here tonight at 7 to return my Trooper which he has been borrowing for the last two weeks. His truck is having issues. I have to give him a ride back to Longmont so I decide on the way back that I'll do my grocery shopping in North Boulder. I pick up about $200 worth of stuff and get it loaded into the Trooper. I see that long strand of the carpet of the truck's floor that is always getting caught in the door. It's frayed and is greasy with oil and gets all over everything it can reach. I whip out my pocket knife and begin to cut at the beginning of the fray which starts under the front seat. Without paying attention, I slice my left index finger. Like a good soldier, I pull my ban-dana out of my pocket and wrap my finger tightly, without even looking at the wound. It was well past dark now anyways and it wouldn't have been easy to see injury anyways. I drove past two hospitals to get to my house, in a five speed with my wrapped finger pressed tightly to the side of the steering wheel. When I get home, i see its pretty nasty. Of course my knife is serrated and so my finger has a jagged pattern similar to how a serrated knife would leave jagged marks on a sharp cheddar cheese. I pour peroxide on it for a couple minutes and then wrapped it in gauze. The gauze was soaked through with blood when I awoke this morning. I re-cleaned it and wrapped it again. Wrapped it again around noon and it seemed to stop bleeding.
Conjole-
1)to gently persuade,
2)a word spellcheck doesn't believe is spelled right.
1)to gently persuade,
2)a word spellcheck doesn't believe is spelled right.
BassMaster Billy arrives as usual for a beer and I conjoled him into riding. He was tooling around on my singlespeed galaxy flyer with the chrome fenders that I found at a nearby yard sale. I'm riding circles around him on my schwinn mt.bike. When we got back to my place, I could see that my finger was bleeding again. Billy was sweaty and panting. I tell him we went 4 miles, basically a loop of my neighborhood. In between large inhales, he asks, how long were we out? An hour? I say... Only 18 minutes, maybe 20.
BassMaster Billy
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The Galaxy Flyer
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The Galaxy Flyer
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
There's a funny Simpson's quote for every situation.
"...and that fluffy kitten played with that ball of string, all through the night. And on a lighter note, a Kwik-E-Mart clerk was brutally murdered..." -- Kent Brockman
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