I have been wondering aloud lately when its going to stop being so rainy in hopes that the weather will take heed and knock it off. Sometimes I shape my thoughts into a prayer in case there are weather gods listening. So far it has not had any effect.
I realize I am not being scientific when I anthropomorphize the weather any more than I am being a good writer when I add “ize” to any word I find laying about, but when you have chosen the life of a hermit as I have sometimes objects around you become your friends. Having said that, it’s true too that my hermit membership is under close scrutiny by the Hermit League these days for a few reasons.
First, because I’ve situated my hermit lair inside the largest metropolitan area in my region, second because I go outside often to ride bikes and to run or to hang out with friends, and lastly and most importantly because I have failed to pay my dues.
Still, it’s easy sometimes to feel that the weather is against me. I just checked the radar for my region and I saw this:
Luckily my exercise plans for today were in the pre-dawn hours inside the cycling training cave. I was somewhat disappointed to learn that it was an easy paced day today, but it turned into a lot of technique building work which I desperately need. I have all the cycling finesse of a blowtorch-wielding sado-dentist.
Now I’m at my desk and ready to get cracking on my work for the day, but I am fighting a lot of distractions. First of all, I am starting a tradition I’m calling High Culture Fridays where I take a break from work on each Friday to go to the High Museum to absorb some culture. I have a tiny but growing art collection at my house, limited somewhat though it is by wall space in my hermit lair as well as by my finances.
It seems that at least one enterprising artist has solved both of these problems by inventing a piece of artwork that continually sells itself on eBay. This way it not only conserves space by not being around your house for very long, but you also might make more on it than you bought it for a week ago. The current listing for the device isn’t very forthcoming with info, but you can at least see that it’s not cheap.
I’m tempted to buy it, but I’d need the price to come down a bit.
Or I could just raise money by auctioning off the rights to scribe someone’s name on my ass.
What a state our economy has gotten into these days! One might even call it beautiful and yet tragic, like a pretty girl with a huge misspelled tattoo on her chest.
See? I am responsible! Take that, DAD!
Take care out there and have a great weekend, my friends!
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A Tool to Deceive and Slather
I have been wondering aloud lately when its going to stop being so rainy in hopes that the weather will take heed and knock it off. Sometimes I shape my thoughts into a prayer in case there are weather gods listening. So far it has not had any effect.
I realize I am not being scientific when I anthropomorphize the weather any more than I am being a good writer when I add “ize” to any word I find laying about, but when you have chosen the life of a hermit as I have sometimes objects around you become your friends. Having said that, it’s true too that my hermit membership is under close scrutiny by the Hermit League these days for a few reasons.
First, because I’ve situated my hermit lair inside the largest metropolitan area in my region, second because I go outside often to ride bikes and to run or to hang out with friends, and lastly and most importantly because I have failed to pay my dues.
Still, it’s easy sometimes to feel that the weather is against me. I just checked the radar for my region and I saw this:
Luckily my exercise plans for today were in the pre-dawn hours inside the cycling training cave. I was somewhat disappointed to learn that it was an easy paced day today, but it turned into a lot of technique building work which I desperately need. I have all the cycling finesse of a blowtorch-wielding sado-dentist.
Now I’m at my desk and ready to get cracking on my work for the day, but I am fighting a lot of distractions. First of all, I am starting a tradition I’m calling High Culture Fridays where I take a break from work on each Friday to go to the High Museum to absorb some culture. I have a tiny but growing art collection at my house, limited somewhat though it is by wall space in my hermit lair as well as by my finances.
It seems that at least one enterprising artist has solved both of these problems by inventing a piece of artwork that continually sells itself on eBay. This way it not only conserves space by not being around your house for very long, but you also might make more on it than you bought it for a week ago. The current listing for the device isn’t very forthcoming with info, but you can at least see that it’s not cheap.
I’m tempted to buy it, but I’d need the price to come down a bit.
Or I could just raise money by auctioning off the rights to scribe someone’s name on my ass.
What a state our economy has gotten into these days! One might even call it beautiful and yet tragic, like a pretty girl with a huge misspelled tattoo on her chest.
See? I am responsible! Take that, DAD!
Take care out there and have a great weekend, my friends!