It's been, on several fronts, a pretty intense couple of days for e-mail. Almost all of it good, but just: intense. I won't go into a lot of details because (a) it could involve confidences, and I keep secrets better than almost anyone I have ever known, and (b) the subjects wouldn't make sense, or have a whole lot of resonance for most readers, without extensive backstory and explanation. Suffice it to say it has been a busy email time. (Phone as well.)
One friend told me that reading this blog is like talking to me, which I am tickled by. (Though I suppose some might not think it a good thing. But then, they're probably not voracious readers of my blog...)
It's beautiful here: one of those slightly hazy but bright days, with alternating sharp and soft definition in the clouds. Stone Mountain is clearly visible to the east. But I ain't got no bike to ride. Boo! It's strange, even to me, that I'm feeling withdrawal symptoms from not having a bike to ride. Yes, as I said to the friend mentioned above, I am that dork that got a bicycle part tattooed on his body (which most of you have seen; it's a shark-toothed chaingring on my right deltoid), and has the next tattoo planned, also a bicycle part (a mobius strip made out of bicycle chain, going around the deltoid and tricep on my left arm.)
In boring computer news, the score is now Ubuntu 2, Me 2.5! For no apparent reason, when I shut down the laptop yesterday and then later started it back it, it did the screen resolution properly, taking away the blank strips. It must've been scared by my putting on BDUs. (To paraphrase my best friend the computer genius, when all else fails, fix it with a hammer!)
Okay: I'm going to finish this up, take a shower, make a smoothie, and start cleaning up the multiple piles of bicycle parts which are literally strewn all over the condo. And consider which of them I want to get tattooed with. The smoothie is the odds-on favorite.
1 comment:
Yes, it is true, reading the blog may be like talking to you, but at least one element is missing: the incredulity or shown in your eyes while talking... so i suggest punctuating the text with photos cropped to just your eyes and eyebrows to indicate the emphasis and/or exasperation in various parts of the monologue. You could take a whole series of eyeball self-portraits and then insert them like you would sparkline infographics... and since i just invented this new information conveyance, i will also give it a name... i am thinking maybe "eyesparks" or "sparkleyes". what do you think? i'm just trying to help you increase the ridiculosity beyond your wildest imaginings.
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