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Someone stole the tail lights off my bike. I need to take my bike in for an overhaul because it feels loose and gronky, and my rear tire has a slow leak. I need headlights and tail lights, too. But I can't help but wonder if it's worth it, if my repairs and upgrades are just ripped off again by some thieving SOB. I guess it's a gamble I have to take, because I do a lot of biking at night.
Maybe the greasy dirty man stole my tail lights when he couldn't find a flashlight. Bah. I'm not a happycamper biker.
Last night's meditation class left me restless. We did a walking meditation, which was basically a big ol' follow-the-leader around a parking lot. Then we went upstairs and sat in crossed-leg position for the seated meditation. I was broiling hot, as usual, and dreaded the part where we wrapped a towel around our laps. But I did it. And then the monastic chickie said to close the windows to drown out the traffic noises, and I knew I was doomed. I was in a hot room with about a dozen or so other people, each generating stifling amounts of body heat, and I couldn't escape it.
So I sat still for twenty minutes and focused on trying to make myself cool. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Although I can will myself warmer, I seem to have a block when it comes to changing the temperature the other way.
Then we did another walking meditation, creeping oh-so-slowly around the tea house all in a line, with men always in front of women for some bizarre reason. Frankly, I felt preposterous, but forced myself to focus on the tiny muscular changes in my feet as I walked glacially slow. My quads cried out in pain, but that's more a result of the abuse I've been putting them through for the last couple of weeks.
And then we sat for another half hour. At one point, I snuck my hand down to massage my right foot, and was startled when I touched someone else's foot. I jerked my hand away and simultaneously realized that no, that is my foot. Meditation in cross-legged seated pose is not conducive to proper blood flow.
By the end of the class, I decided I didn't want to go through with this any more, that my meditation works best on my own, and not in a group.
But then I went out for delicious wings at Morty's (a nearby pub) with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
athena_51, fromdusktil, Reg, Willie, and one other (whose name has escaped me), and so enjoyed the company that I'll keep going to class if only for the pleasure of going out with them after class again. I may not have achieved enlightenment, but I have achieved endarkenment. It's more goth that way, right?
I have a job interview today. Wish me luck, and lots of monies.
And here are the links du jour. Enjoy!
Universe 'child of previous one': "It proposes that the Universe undergoes cycles of 'Big Bangs' and 'Big Crunches', meaning our Universe is merely a 'child of the previous one'. It challenges the conventional view of the cosmos, which observations show to be 12-14 billion years old."
How Hookworm Can Cure Asthma, Hayfever and Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD): Eugh.
Scientists probe the use of the tongue: Military researchers believe organ could be key to a super warrior: Why is my mind always in the gutter?
Maybe the greasy dirty man stole my tail lights when he couldn't find a flashlight. Bah. I'm not a happy
Last night's meditation class left me restless. We did a walking meditation, which was basically a big ol' follow-the-leader around a parking lot. Then we went upstairs and sat in crossed-leg position for the seated meditation. I was broiling hot, as usual, and dreaded the part where we wrapped a towel around our laps. But I did it. And then the monastic chickie said to close the windows to drown out the traffic noises, and I knew I was doomed. I was in a hot room with about a dozen or so other people, each generating stifling amounts of body heat, and I couldn't escape it.
So I sat still for twenty minutes and focused on trying to make myself cool. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Although I can will myself warmer, I seem to have a block when it comes to changing the temperature the other way.
Then we did another walking meditation, creeping oh-so-slowly around the tea house all in a line, with men always in front of women for some bizarre reason. Frankly, I felt preposterous, but forced myself to focus on the tiny muscular changes in my feet as I walked glacially slow. My quads cried out in pain, but that's more a result of the abuse I've been putting them through for the last couple of weeks.
And then we sat for another half hour. At one point, I snuck my hand down to massage my right foot, and was startled when I touched someone else's foot. I jerked my hand away and simultaneously realized that no, that is my foot. Meditation in cross-legged seated pose is not conducive to proper blood flow.
By the end of the class, I decided I didn't want to go through with this any more, that my meditation works best on my own, and not in a group.
But then I went out for delicious wings at Morty's (a nearby pub) with
athena_51, fromdusktil, Reg, Willie, and one other (whose name has escaped me), and so enjoyed the company that I'll keep going to class if only for the pleasure of going out with them after class again. I may not have achieved enlightenment, but I have achieved endarkenment. It's more goth that way, right?I have a job interview today. Wish me luck, and lots of monies.
And here are the links du jour. Enjoy!
Universe 'child of previous one': "It proposes that the Universe undergoes cycles of 'Big Bangs' and 'Big Crunches', meaning our Universe is merely a 'child of the previous one'. It challenges the conventional view of the cosmos, which observations show to be 12-14 billion years old."
How Hookworm Can Cure Asthma, Hayfever and Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD): Eugh.
Scientists probe the use of the tongue: Military researchers believe organ could be key to a super warrior: Why is my mind always in the gutter?
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Date: 2006-05-09 06:34 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-05-09 06:39 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-05-09 06:42 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-05-09 06:47 pm (UTC)From:Good luck with the job. I hope you do well.
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Date: 2006-05-10 03:04 am (UTC)From:*blinkblink*
You know
Head go 'splodey now.
As for the bike incident, I have a fairly good bike: Quick-release everything, good front suspension, looks fairly clean... A tempting target, especially at the university. Usually, I lock it up through both wheels and the frame, having seen more than enough one-wheeled bikes abandoned around campus. Did the same this time, and then went away for the weekend. I returned to find that the thieves took, of all things, the clamp that holds the seat in place! The replacement cost of the thing is $6, as I found out. I'm still bitter about it.
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Date: 2006-05-10 10:59 am (UTC)From:A couple of years ago, someone removed my very beat-up, falling-apart saddle bags from my bike.
The kicker? My bike was in an underground parking lot, and was not locked up. They could have stolen the entire bike, but chose to take just the worn-out saddle bags.
I don't get it.