I kept my weekly Soo Bahk Do date in Detroit, talked to my parents while I drove in, enjoyed both classes, then drove back to Ann Arbor, where Adam made me and Ben awesome lentils for dinner.
Dina just said “I’m with you. Send it whenever you’re ready.” because she just promised to do an eleventh-hour read of my last chapter. Kya’s going to treat the first two similarly.
The fourth chapter started life (after long subterranean germination) as a conference paper I wrote in two days last October. It didn’t even really exist in chapter form a month ago and it’s already had John, Rebecca and Kya’s eyes on it, soon will have Dina’s, and is generally living up to all I hoped it would be.1 week ago
This is an actual item from my to-do-list / schedule thing today.
I think these cold meds are making me slightly manic. But [I think] I’m writing such good stuff!1 week ago
The whole of this advice strikes me as sound. In my case, substitute “live off my spouse” for “live off my parents” and you have my, I don’t know, one-year plan.1 week ago
When I’m overworked, stressed and under-slept, my ability to multi-task deteriorates and I get much more sensitive to noise. This has a poor outcome for my ability to do things like enjoy music while working or tolerate being in the same room as household appliances. This in turn leads to some… eccentricities. My bathroom fan is kind of loud and my bathroom lights don’t turn on without it, so sometimes I shower by candle light.
Unexpected fringe benefit of this peculiarity, though: Roomba’s preprogrammed cleaning ritual makes a great backup alarm clock. Its triumphalist beeping and busy rumbling across the carpet instantaneously transforms my apartment into a howling auditory hell-scape at 7am on teaching mornings, and there is no snooze button short of bolting into the living room to make it stop.2 weeks ago
I remember running one horrible, below-zero, icy day, the kind of day (before you’ve caved and bought yourself a pair of Yak Trax Run) when you have to watch every single treacherous step, and still, when you pass other runners out there doing the same insane thing, they briefly flick their gaze up, make eye-contact, wave and say “hey.” I remember loving the camaraderie in the ridiculous project of winter running in Michigan.
Fast forward two months to today. Our first thaw in forever. 38 degrees, no spikes on my shoes, running through golden sunlight and four-inch puddles in a T-shirt and tights, Adam in shorts, setting out around 8:00 pace and cranking down to 7:20s just for the hell of it. Kings of the trail. And every runner we pass is grinning and offering big, loud, hello’s.
The weather broke.
We made it.2 weeks ago