I did it all except the silent film festival (work went too late)
Proofreading, couch surfing, couch surfing in San Francisco, got my head shaved in a bar, came back, biked 60 miles in 26 hours, sandwiching that around a hostel up the coast with a hot tub overlooking the ocean, packed, and flew across the country.
I was right about having little time to sleep; totally wrong about the amount of eating all this activity would require. And now, a shower as a substitute for a nap (2 hours of sleep on the floor of the Newark airport was all I really managed.)
Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Itinerary.
Let's see if I can figure this out:
Yesterday: crazy night bike ride.
Tonight: 5,000 words of proofreading stuff that used to be in Slovak, work, packing
Tomorrow night: move out, go to work, silent film festival projected under a bridge, couch surfing
Saturday: couch surfing, raising hell
Sunday-Monday: couch surfing...IN SAN FRANCSICO.
Tuesday: last day of work, couch surfing at my third place in four days
Wednesday: possibly riding 25 miles out of town to camp at a hostel?
Thursday: biking back to town, packing out of boxes, flying to Vermont:
Friday: Burlington.
Note no time for: sleep, eating
If all goes well, I'll be spending five consecutive nights (Monday-Friday) in four separate counties and an airplane.
This is an adventure.
Yesterday: crazy night bike ride.
Tonight: 5,000 words of proofreading stuff that used to be in Slovak, work, packing
Tomorrow night: move out, go to work, silent film festival projected under a bridge, couch surfing
Saturday: couch surfing, raising hell
Sunday-Monday: couch surfing...IN SAN FRANCSICO.
Tuesday: last day of work, couch surfing at my third place in four days
Wednesday: possibly riding 25 miles out of town to camp at a hostel?
Thursday: biking back to town, packing out of boxes, flying to Vermont:
Friday: Burlington.
Note no time for: sleep, eating
If all goes well, I'll be spending five consecutive nights (Monday-Friday) in four separate counties and an airplane.
This is an adventure.
Monday, July 07, 2008
Entschuldigung bei Ogden Nash
Das Konfekt
ist perfekt
aber man will sterben
mit Bourbon.
The cross-language rhyme of the second line occurred to me while I was waking up, and I had to run with it.
ist perfekt
aber man will sterben
mit Bourbon.
The cross-language rhyme of the second line occurred to me while I was waking up, and I had to run with it.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
My bike is dead. Long live my bike!
I'm building up a 1984 Centurion Elite RS frame. The threading for the bottom bracket's a little worn, so I'm not predicting this'll get me through, oh, September of 2009, but it's nice what ten dollars and four hours of swearing at bike components can do for you.
The dishing on the rear wheel's a little funky, as are the spokes. Also, the seatpost creaks. And I don't have my rear brake set up yet. Or fenders.
Still, it's ridable, which is more than I thought was going to be possible late into the afternoon.
Now I'm working on a name.
And plowing through the back pages of the Futility Closet. Oh good, another thing that sucks up my spare time.
The dishing on the rear wheel's a little funky, as are the spokes. Also, the seatpost creaks. And I don't have my rear brake set up yet. Or fenders.
Still, it's ridable, which is more than I thought was going to be possible late into the afternoon.
Now I'm working on a name.
And plowing through the back pages of the Futility Closet. Oh good, another thing that sucks up my spare time.
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