dilbert, ahead by leaps and sharks

If Scott Adams has to explain why comics are funny (or not) isn't it kinda over?


http://dilbert.com/blog/entry/comics_that_didnt_work/

google pedometer

you probably already know the google pedometer. very useful for bike rides, long walks, or measuring freaks:

today's bike route:
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=2767384

saturday's ride:
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=2767384

Random of the day

On the train this morning, I was standing at the door, waiting for it to open. Dude standing behind me looks around to catch a look at my face and says, "Hi,I know you from somewhere? You look familiar. Did you go to LHS?"
"No, I didn't. My sister did."
"It's you all right. Did you know Andrew S*?"
"Doesn't sound familiar."
"Cello player- he was my best friend. He was TERRIFIED of you. He said you beat him up."
"Nope. Doesn't ring a bell. But if you see him, tell him I said GRRR!"

another afternoon in the sun: solo session

I went to union square in bike tights and two shirts and played footbag alone, on the north side in the sun. TONS of fun. Low wind, just warm enough for a good sweat.

I forgot how much I liked practicing alone. Playing socially is important because it keeps me grounded and also feeds creativity; but it's also too laid-back and simultaneously competitive (even if it's only in my own head).

The solo sessions are where I have the most fun seeing where I am, pushing myself- finding ways to feel good about where I am... finding that mindset of staying relaxed and focused, and in the moment... and the rest of the world just goes the fuck away. The balance seems to be somewhere between 1-to-1 and 2-to-1 for practice vs. social sessions. It's like juggling or cycling, or music. At heart, they're disciplines. Maybe that's why I didn't keep on with music... I forgot to keep up the solo sessions. Maybe I just sucked and wasn't happy without practicing.

I saw someone from work walk by with her boyfriend- but she either didn't notice me or pretended not to. I saw them in commodities; they must live in the village, or near me. A German guy with two kids careening around on scooters was very considerate- when his kid buzzed by me yelling, dad made the kid come back and apologize. The Hassid with his kid was totally rude and hit me with a soccer ball, and didn't say anything at all. Five french kids in their early 20s wanted to kick around a little, and they were impressed and grateful for my time.