Avant Gardner
6 a.m. Throw Up
Today I was convinced that a spin class that started at 6 a.m. was a good idea.
Instead, 30 minutes in, I nearly blacked out and threw up instead.
The instructor then proceeded to let the whole class know that spinning was serious exercise, and if one takes it seriously, one would know to eat breakfast first.
In this scenario, "one" = me
The best I could manage was a fairly annoyed glower while sucking bile out of my molars.
A Study: Sad Dog Outside Safeway
Things to Remember: New England Edition
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Tween Spotting
Where: SeaTac Airport
When: October 24, 2013
Vibe: Super prep with a side of sport socks
Notable: He unpacked and refolded his entire suitcase in the terminal, including underwear.
Tweeniest thing: He had his full Proactiv skincare regime in quanities of 3 oz. or less responsibly sealed in a clear ziploc baggie.
Other: that is his very stern looking father sitting beside him.
Fat Cat?
Apparently my cat is fat. I think she looks great - in fact, skinnier since I've been measuring out her food and not just filling up her bowl every time it's empty - but concerned parties have mentioned she's looking chunky.
Below is a picture from today and a comparable one from a few months ago.
Today
Probably around July
Okay. So a little fuller of jowl, thicker of haunch. Can we chalk it up to a thicker cold-weather coat? Or do I need to start researching Kitty Paleo?
A Study: The Lower Half of Matt's Face
Fall Toes
Turns out there isn't actually a way to make my feet look pretty. Weird 90 degree spin none withstanding.
MaddAddam
I finished MaddAddam in one day. Yes it's that good. No, I haven't had to work all week.
There was a time in my life - and, yes, it might still be that time, I haven't decided yet - when I thought reading a book in one day was an incredibly valuable thing to do. I used to brag about it: "I read a whole book today!" or "Guess what I did today? Read a whole book!"
I didn't mention the fact that, since I had been lying down for the entirety of the day that my legs had practically atrophied and I could barely walk to the bathroom. And when I did make it to the bathroom, I would bring my book and read it there and wind up sitting for far too long so that big red splotches formed on the backs of my thighs from being suctioned to the porcelain for over an hour.
This used to be (and probably still is to a certain extent) one of my favorite past times, hearkening back to summer breaks with no job and winter furloughs in college when I had six weeks off and no one else in the state of Washington did.
And in my mind, it was very different than watching TV all day. Much more intellectual. An exercise for my brain, nurturing my thoughts, feeding my neurons as opposed to dissolving them with a box of light and frivolous acting.
After nine hours in repose, though, rolling from my back to either side whenever I felt like I was forming bedsores, and bolstering my body with pillows so I wouldn't actually have to use muscles to hold any one position, I had to ask: Is this a valuable way to spend time?
I question it, but I don't think it will stop me from doing it again.
Did I mention I got Margaret Atwood's autograph?
Falcon v. Pigeon v. Murder (of crows)
Today, I jogged underneath a falcon that was killing a pigeon and being chased by a murder of cawing crows.
It was cacophonous. The pigeon had no chance. For that matter, neither did the crows.