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Archive for August, 2006

Yes, I’m a Slizzard

Thursday, August 31st, 2006

I took a mental health day yesterday. One of those days when I woke up and said “Shitfuck, I can’t function.” Anyway, I slept late (gasp! 11:00!) and lounged around.

Last night Michael and I were going to ride at Hardin Ridge in Hoosier National Forest. Despite its claim to be easy, I wasn’t doing very well. As I’ve mentioned, I’m not particularly in biking-up-big-hills shape. Michael got a little frustrated because he said I wasn’t trying. For me, that’s like saying to someone who has carved a turkey at Thanksgiving dinner, “Here, perform surgery on this patient. What, you’re scared? Gosh! You won’t even try?!”

Anyway, he went on without me and that was fine with me. It was at a pretty spot near the lake but from what I understand the trail itself wasn’t that impressive.

Today is my first day of class. New school, new field, new campus. And I’m goofing around online. Same bad habits. Anyway, at the orientation for the School of Library and Information Science (SLIS, and its students are called *sigh* Slizzards), the dean said:

“Indiana University has the 13th largest university library in the nation. That might not turn you on, but it should.”

Oh, and the assistant dean is a woman named Ralph.

What have I gotten myself into?

Life as a shoe

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

Michael came home yesterday in a shitty mood thanks to this lack-of-nicotine business so we decided to go for a bike ride together. We went to the Bloomington Rail Trail. The idea that they simply tore out the railroad tracks, threw down some gravel and made a trail is ingenious. I really liked it there. The problem that I have with biking is that I’m not in very good shape and I just started riding again after a 10-year lapse. Of course, this means I went from riding a bike with a basket and a horn around the playground near my grandparents’ house to trying to keep up with this mountain biker of mine. I’m not very good and when I’m riding places with lots of roots and rocks, I get scared and it’s not much fun to be freaked out the whole time. (Crashing twice and walking away with enormous bruises doesn’t help either.) Anyway, this place was great because it wasn’t insanely difficult. Unlike Michael, I don’t find the prospect of riding through creekbeds and up and down ravines particularly appealing. However, I also don’t really want to ride the roads in the zillion apartment complexes and neighborhoods where we live. So easy trails surrounded by trees, creeks, barns (and the occasional trailer) are really appealing. I hope we go back again soon.

We watched a movie together the other night for the first time in ages. We have never gone out to see a movie together, primarily because 1. it’s expensive, 2. we hate crowds, 3. it’s nicer to watch a movie in a place where your feet don’t stick to the floor. However, we often watch movies together at home (thank you, Netflix) until life just got untimely. We watched Alfred Hitchcock’s “Notorious,” and part way through, this took place:

Me: “That mom is such a biatch. I hope someone calls her that to her face.”
*movie continues*
Me: “Damn, no one has. How come no one ever calls someone a biatch in black and white movies?”
Him: “Sorry, sweetie, I guess they’re just dated like that.”

I don’t know why but that killed me.

Last night, our new neighbors (a couple Muslim fellows who refused to shake my hand presumably because I have a Christian vagina) came over. We heard a knock and Dawood/Dagwood/Dahwud (I call him Dudewood) brought over some turkey mignons (whaa?). He explained that he just bought them and didn’t realize they were wrapped in bacon. So he gave them to us. We considered that perhaps we should bring him the blood of some Jews in return but we didn’t have any on hand.

Disclaimer: I really like (and have had friends) who are both Muslim and Jewish; I just have a sick sense of humor. Also, Dudewood seems quite nice.

Other disclaimer: That was the only time in my entire life that I’ve ever said “biatch.”

Quitting smoking, more Brown County

Sunday, August 27th, 2006

So, I’m trying (again) to quit smoking, and so far, it’s going OK. This time, I got some Nicorette gum stuff. I haven’t used very much of it, but it seems to help a bit at critical moments, which is good. They recommend you use 9 pieces of the stuff per day for like the first 6 weeks, or something crazy like that. I think that’s nuts. I just use a piece now and then if I’m having trouble. We’ll see how well this works out.

I went for another ride at Brown County tonight. I rode while Sarah did some reading by the car. There’s got to be a better way to do this — so much of Brown County is beautiful, but the parking lot by the parking lot connector isn’t one of those places. Maybe if she comes with me, I should drop her off somewhere more scenic before I head to the mountain bike path. I’ll have to see what she thinks.

Anyway, it had rained yesterday and some earlier today, so the trails were a bit wet. Not super wet, fortunately, and in fact there was almost no mud! These trails are incredibly well-designed; I think the water just drains right off the trails and down the hills, leaving very little mud.

I did the North Tower Loop again. I took a wrong turn at one point, and ended up on a trail that just ended in the middle of the woods. Fortunately, I didn’t get too far before I discovered this.

After than that little mishap, the rest went pretty well. I still found myself out of breath several times, but from what I’ve read, my breathing is going to get worse before it gets better due to quitting smoking. I’m looking at probably a week or two before it starts to improve.

I saw a couple of deer on my ride tonight — a doe and a buck, at separate locations. I think I may have heard some more (sometimes I will hear a stick break or something like that and I think that some of those noises are deer).

On our way out, Sarah and I drove through the park instead of right out to the highway. We didn’t see any deer in the park, but we did see some wild turkeys — three of them hanging out together. We saw a few deer later, along State Road 46.

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