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- My abs don’t hurt
- a woman was hogging the machine today so I skipped it
- trying to adhere to the 10 minute workout
- I tried to not seem so righteous as I moved from machine to machine
- as others talked more than worked out
- but still I can understand fully how some people say they work and work at the gym and yet nothing helps…
- as they talk and socialize more than actually do anything on the machines
- 8-12 sets and I’m out of there
- its not really a 10 minute workout with the waiting and changing plates but its a goal
- and sometimes I almost hit it
- which reminds me about continuing to refine that quick, body-weight workout I can do anywhere
- that borrows from yoga, pilates, calistenics, aerobics, martial arts, and plyometrics
- somewhat like a sun salutation on steroids, that is
- figuratively speaking, or of anaerobic muscle building routines, not anabolic chemicals
- that thunder was awesome earlier and it reminded me
- of the day and night when I became a father
- the natural pyrotechnics were out in full force that day
- as they drummed in the arrival of my number one
- the days I realized that I gladly did things with and for her was the day I became a Dad
- and it amazes me how I re-learned how to draw at the appropriate time
- and the many bedtime stories that flowed out of me over the years
- how I miss them, the telling, the sharing and the ritual
- now I wonder what next phase awaits me what
- metamorphosis will become me around the next corner?
- I sense a change in the wind not just a seasonal shift
- but a multi-year tectonic rearrangement of sorts
- that hasn’t defined itself so it lies in waiting ready to reveal
- its splendors hopefully without too much fanfare and chaos
- that rain today and tomorrow and the next will challenge and perplex many
- just like the two men that couldn’t resolve their issues without some pushing and shouting on the subway car I was in today
- it felt rather crowded and sardine-like then the altercation caused
- about 150 people to squeeze into our space quickly as there were shouts of
- “what are you reaching into your bag for?” but
- just as quickly as it started, it ended
- and the ride continued
- its hard to tell whether such events are more frequent with the economic challenges
- and the news seems to have an element of interconnectedness more and more as
- that craiglist killer’s victim lived not that far from me
- and I wonder if our paths crossed literally on my way to running nirvana and
- I simply wasn’t present to notice her fully
- guess the details of that incident will reveal itself as it has the makings of newsworthiness
- weaning myself off the evil bean and my memory seems better as I remember to whittle off
- some to-do list items near the places to do them
- like pick up flax seed oil at that organic place midtown
- and I discover that its a peculiar taste as I used to swallow it in pill form
- and now I just use a spoon and a grimace
- I have tried to read a book almost every week for many months (years?) now
- but it dawns on me that I don’t read enough fiction or just plain pleasurable reading which
- ironically could help me in my other more ‘serious’ endeavors
- much like the concept of running less running faster
- or giving the brain a chance to rest, recover, and think about other things for a while
- and strangely it comes from a line from a movie where he says
- “its like junk food”
- but as you who know me well, I couldn’t come up with the title right now
- … but it starred that guy who played James Bond.
- My abs hurt
- I drink too much coffee and cheap-bad-coffee at that
- That abdominator is such a medieval contraption
- and works so well but seems like torture
- which it is but I meant more the look of it
- note to self, take camera to gym next and add it to posterity
- listening (and watching) 80′s videos on Joost
- took a stroll down memory lane with a few of those oldies
- A Ha’s “Take on Me” with that wondrous forward looking video
- to Carly Simon’s “Come around again”
- and the beautiful yet weird Eurythmics “Sweet Dreams ” … those cows and lyrics
- Some of the fashions are coming back, the puffy hair and padded shoulders
- the videos’ feel and story narrations seem silly
- so I suppose all complex systems are demand seeking supply
- as skirts get shorter and more form fitting to allure
- fewer suitors, or ones that have a job, and a home
- I finished my 2 liter bottle of sucrose laden kosher coke and I am sad
- and definitely over-caffeinated as my heart races and all I’m doing is typing
- maybe I need to ween off the bean or at least cut it down to one cup a day
- I hate forms and filling them
- and yearn for a time when I delegate all that jazz to someone else
- but that isn’t today… yet
- my abs hurt as I stretch in bed and there really isn’t a better posture to type this in
- well it looks slweeky coming up
- just made a couple bucks on the Euro
- eyelids get heavy… darkness approaches… merry go round music starts
- yes, its dreamland beckoning
- and I’m on the threshold.
- I just re-read the same paragraph in my book 3 times so
- there’s stuff floating around in the noggin that wants to escape but
- I don’t have a real cohesive theme so here’s
- another stream of consciousness writing
- that was a surprise on House but
- I won’t give it away since we live in the age of Tivos, DVRs, and season long DVDs
- either I’m not watching carefully enough or the show is weaving too many open strands
- and its intriguing yet annoying at the same time
- I think we have been watching House a lot lately since
- I sometimes mimic his snarly character towards my girls and it startles
- me somewhat as it comes so naturally to me
- also my “label/name Alzheimers” makes me wonder if I truly am a social being
- when I can forget the names of people that I really shouldn’t
- and its on par with that character’s level of non-admiration for anyone
- but that’s a TV character and I’m a real person
- I do wonder at times how long this can be and whether I should cut them short
- just in case you the Dear Reader is following along and is getting quite bored
- or is this format simply interesting to navigate
- the maze that is my brain?
- and then in my inimitable way to segue off in many different dizzying directions
- and wonder simultaneously whether
- that is just my ego bordering on arrogance
- was that woman flirting with me?
- assault on Dow 8000, part deux
- why do I have the ability to read people so well sometimes and others…
- Really, woman wets herself instead of getting off line for $50 used iBook?
- will it rain tomorrow?
- I should ask her to coffee if I should ever see her again
- or is it truly interesting to freely delve into another persons free association
- even if it is too often lately…
- as other thoughts sprout up
- and in no way seem related to this thread but alas dear reader if you have come along so far
- you know that its my tangled web of thoughts and there are off ramps that
- would rival Escher’s most intricate
- still some days there is more connectedness than other days
- and this one is mere distraction if hopefully somewhat enjoyable to follow
- along with on my parade of disjointed ideas.
- Its late and the quiet surrounds me
- I put on the funny Koss earbuds that block out external sounds and before I turn on the MP3 player its even quieter…
- such aural isolation can frighten yet it feels so good right now
- were my ears ringing all this time and I didn’t hear it over the NYC din?
- such thoughts and quests can wait
- I feel relief that the day is put to rest or will be soon
- the days filled with productive work, hard running, and strengthened relationships stretch my life
- like a rubber band one way
- to offer such restful sleep when my lively day yields to night and subconsciousness
- as the rubber snaps to the other side
- sure there are concerns and worries and the thoughts that pile on
- yet my resilience is so strong today that I know they will be tackled tomorrow
- if life is a football game, the ball was advanced today
- and then there is time to rest and think of the cheerleaders dancing their enticement
- and let the strategy come to me in my sleep for the next play
- but life isn’t a football game exactly
- we don’t have sponsors to support us
- nor do we have to cater to their brands
- we are in a way our own best cheerleader and sponsors
- its that quiet part of the cycle
- when we can hear everything that whispers inside
- the voices that yearn for attention
- the shouts of needs and screams of hurts upon our bodies and minds and souls
- the enticements leaked into our psyche by carefully NLP’ed ads
- you know the ones that resemble late night infomercials except that they run inside our skulls
- and they key in on our personalized fears and desires
- tricky aren’t they?
- these voices need to be listened to and put to rest, lest they come back again louder in the next refrain
- like a line at a new restaurant where you see a line and think that its important and decide you must eat there
- except you are standing in the line in front of and behind yourself
- be careful to notice this next time
- lest you fear or fool or drool yourself into thinking something is more important than it really is
- and now for some visions of gumdrops and lollipops and cheerleaders …
- Stream of consciousness pict or random picture to be added here later
- although I seem to fade in and out more lately
- partly sick, partly time shift, not sure why else
- so this is a stream of non-consciousness, too
- learned a new word today: portmanteau
- not sure if I knew it once before, but had to look it up just now
- it means a blend of words – like brunch or spork or frenemy
- I suppose it also pertains to the celeb couples like bennifer or billary
- but brunch is my favorite- especially on a warm sunlit lazy weekend
- slweekend ?!? not sure how to pronounce that one
- maybe this one coming will be swleeky…
- but it will be a feat to fit it in
- as I see more on the to do list than I am taking off
- like the remaining 3 tasks on tonight’s list that I didn’t get to
- and all that talk of bad news has many down and
- the rain today brought me down a notch or two
- so maybe I’ll have more energy SatSun… freedays… well, this weekend
- I could use a real recharging of the batteries
- maybe a good book, great coffee, some sun, and a kickback attitude
- followed by or preceded with a nice run
- came across an optimism exercise
- which could be a twist or tweak on morning pages
- its to write about the very best you; that is if things worked out well like you’d get a lucky break or two
- or you have the discipline and wherewithal to just do the things that would be good for you and make you a better you
- to just describe yourself that way in the present tense once a week for about a month
- put it in the positive, spin it, spell out the best version of yourself
- its been shown that this improves moods and improves the chances that this future you comes true
- also the persistent recurring stuff (from week to week) is perhaps the stuff you care about more
- rather than let our brains run on autopilot and ruminate about the negative or what fears may never come
- which I guess is a primitive way to keep us alive but it doesn’t help much in this society
- when it creates a downward spiral towards a self-fulfilling prophecy
- and I think that in the coming months and years, our outcomes will be shaped equally by our attitudes as much as external forces
- so start a optitude habit. change that ‘tude for the better.
- Guess slumdog becomes a part of the vernacular
- didn’t see it
- but might add it to the Q
- the nonexistent Q, which I will create soon
- at Netflix probably
- I kinda liked the opening, it was creative if a bit cheesy
- but I guess I have a soft spot for musicals
- the magic of DVR allows me to see the rest later
- but will likely be hard to not hear about all the awards tomorrow
- didn’t create a SoC graphic, but maybe I’ll just insert some of my own photography randomly
- as I couldn’t resist buying that camera I kept eying last week
- its a bit smaller than my other DSLR-like camera
- so I’ll likely have it by my side most of the time
- it also takes 720p video, which I’m not sure how I’ll use
- but some nice mood, or B roll stuff could be good to spice up some website ideas I keep kicking around in my head
- a friend’s site – a SMF Bboard inspired the writing of that last fiction piece
- the guidelines were 60 minutes of writing or during lunchtime
- which is nice to write and let stuff go – like helium balloons (without the pollution side effects)
- just type away and see where it leads you
- but the idea for that last piece was inspired partly on a subway ride
- and the mood was set from the nightly news
- was thinking about making a randomizer that takes topics from news, websites, blogs and randomly spits out a topic to write about
- could be fun to do, writing is really just like anything else – the practice makes it easier and better
- another idea would be to tag team writing things
- spit out a paragraph or two, and pass the baton
- I’d also like to write an entire episode of a fav TV show
- its likely more work than I want to do, but in the end it could be very entertaining
- picture 2-6 people, some pizza, a white board or similar and a few keyboards
- could be a couple hours of fun, just have to agree on which show
- and there will likely be many other ‘rules’ and guidelines created as you go
- other writing ideas that came up were
- random characters from history meeting or running into each other at the supermarket
- like what would Hitler and Ghandi say picking up a quart of milk?
- or Hillary Clinton and Miley Cyrus, or Harry Potter and Dirty Harry?
- it could be fun if it grabs ya
- I should spend a few minutes with a graphics program and design a SoC logo
- stimulus seems to be missing the mark
- and that’s a large $800 B arrow
- think its a long term negative
- with a shorter term positive for the markets
- once it gains some momentum maybe starting this week
- bought some sake today for the first time
- guess I’ve always sponged off others sake
- whether made or bought
- sun staying up longer which is a good thing
- but the mood out there seems to be deepening on the dark side
- wanted to find a BK for an angry whopper
- but kept misremembering locations of MCDs instead
- gotta step up a couple to-dos
- as my 7 week cycle is coming up.
- wow what a warm weekend
- and I didn’t get the chance to run, but took the opportunity to fit in a couple nice walks
- played some poker
- met a new player
- that is a free spirit, or seemed to be one
- drank more beer than I have in a long while
- and surprisingly I had the headache before the game and felt fine the day after
- despite the shortened, disrupted sleep, and strewn beer bottles in my wake
- that urge to buy something is still there, while I (the other me) pretends to listen
- and may in the end win out and I’ll find myself with a new camera, monitor, and TV
- but not today
- I have 27 books out from the library, one of which I read a bit from as I was the first to go “all in” and get knocked out
- as I was complimented sideways as being so smart -> because I read so much -> because I get knocked out of Texas Hold’em so early
- I used to think I could play poker better
- but it “wasn’t in the cards” last night
- while walking saw some more images I would have loved to photo
- but no camera on me at the time
- played with forum / BB software – have an idea for a new project
- and I’m excited
- trashed FB a bit recently, and then it reminded me of a birthday
- which I found useful, but I remembered already, still I might not the next time
- these modern conveniences are such harsh mistresses
- as shows fall off the bottom of my DVR list
- I get more email than I can possibly read in any given day
- as I search for more things I’d like to learn about to
- borrow more books and I hit the limit at the library
- but at least I’m mostly not paying fines at the NYPL
- which reminds me there is another site I have to login to before I sleep…
- its cold its warm its snowy then sunny the market is up and down
- we are on a sideways ride
- bad news isn’t so bad, and good news doesn’t particularly linger
- the winter is taking its toll on me
- I can sense the weakness as I shop online for things I don’t need
- and daydream about vacations to far away hot places
- with beaches like the ones in the pictures I was sent in email
- with a kangaroo, yes, a kangaroo that seemed to swim out into the ocean
- and I found myself envious
- a first for me – to be envious of a kangaroo
- which makes me think of the story about the origins of the word
- when the white traveler asked the pygmie and he answered what sounded like ‘kang a roo’
- which meant ‘I don’t know’
- so I’m envious of –I don’t know– what
- which is neither here nor there
- and this stream of thought seems to be mired somewhere between winnie the pooh and Dr Seuss
- yet I haven’t had a drink today
- or maybe that is the problem or the solution…
- just rearranged my 4x trading charts layouts
- and I like it but the first trade is agin’ me
- as I lose 8 cents in my pursuit to reinvent the trader in me
- and am glad 4x allows for microtrades
- as 8 cents is cheap to pay for the lesson I just (re)learned about trading ranges, simple moving averages, and the fractal nature of time and prices
- which makes me think just like a kid on a swing
- its easy to see the turns closer to their apexes as well as take a non-blurry photo of them being so into their present moment
- just that the pendulum of trading has so many participants
- and I only have a handful of kids I’d photograph
- and usually just one at a time
- yet the market reveals itself in moments just like a girl you are enamored with and you just know exactly what to do next.
- Running at 10pm in NYC is really pleasant with very few people out
- that is during the summers
- in the winters it seems that is when most of the dogs get their last walk of the night
- its tough to run fast and not tick off one or more of them
- luckily our founding fathers, the ones that commissioned Olmstead
- had the foresight to create Central Park
- which still has dogs off leash at that time
- but they don’t seem to care about me huffing and puffing up some hills
- (they might pity me at that exact moment)
- as I’m so close to myocardial infarction anyway
- fartleks with speedwork up hills and catching my breathe downhill
- that will cure any thoughts about sitting too much
- as I sat on a bus back from AC for 5 hours because two trucks chose to crash into each other inside the Lincoln Tunnel
- Although any negative moment can have its silver lining
- as it was an interesting sociological observation absorbing all the passenger reactions.
- which reminds me of the science of shopping
- a fascinating book about our attitudes and perceptions within retail
- there probably is a transportation or travel equivalent
- I’ve yet to come across
- but considering 50,000 books are written each year
- the science of peoples reactions to travel probably exists
- back to running, I still get a rush when the runners world magazine shows up in the mail
- there was an interesting article about length of workout and immune weakening
- so I may keep my runs to 75 minutes and shorter during flu/cold seasons
- also another article about strengthening the core to help ease repetitive stress injuries
- something about proper alignment of the pelvis
- allowing stronger, surer foot falls
- kinda makes sense, but having difficulty adding these routines to daily workouts, but have to find a way otherwise plateauing will occur.
- that beach and ocean was pretty
- almost free vacations aren’t bad either
