Al Gore or the Unabomber

Thanks to Howard

Castro's Favorite Color

I took the Al Gore or the Unabomber test. I got a 58%. All I can say is that the unabomber was really articulate!

Al Gore or the Unabomber? Who Said It?

Doing Nothing

Doing nothing uses 2000 steps a day. Seriously. I was looking through some old crap that was in a crap drawer, and found this pedometer. I clipped it onto my shorts at around noon. I did absolutely nothing all day.

You should walk 10,000 steps a day to be in good health. Well, that is what I read. So I am nowhere near that on this lazy Sunday afternoon.

The average woman walks about 6000 steps a day. I'll let you know how many steps I walk tomorrow, when I am actually doing something.

Do you have a crap drawer? What is in it?

Do you have a pedometer? How much do you walk? Do you care?

The art is a picture of myself and S, a friend. He walks a lot every day.

A trip to the restroom

The other night my friend Kate and I were at a bar and had to use the restroom, so off we went. This was one of these bars that have bathrooms that are downstairs, around a corner, down a corridor, and good luck finding the thing.

We went downstairs, around the corner, down the corridor, and saw 2 matching doors. We both opened them simultaneously, to find ourselves each in a dark utility closet. We laughed, turned around, and stepped back to get our bearings. We saw another door further down that was indeed a women's restroom.

We opened the door, and just to our right were 2 women leaving. We almost ran into them. Kate and I said, "Oh, excuse me!" Then we realized the women were us. There was a mirror on the wall just to our right as we entered the restroom.

It was a stupid bar anyway.

The art is Paul Gaugin's Two Tahitian Women with Mango Blossoms, 1899.

Memory

So as far as I can tell Memorial Day is meant to commemorate our memories.

My memories are becoming rather um, random, as I get older. My friends have begun telling me to "refresh."

For example, yesterday (Memorial Day) I was out on the deck with some friends, my friend R said something, and I said, "what?" Then after less than a minute I somehow heard it, and said, "Ahhh, well. Yeah, I did know that Jordin won American Idol." But there was like a moment when I swear I had no idea what he said. My friends were online looking at some crap or another, and told me I needed to "refresh." Er. OK.

Actually they were right. I have come to the point where I sometimes forget shit. Or did I always? I'm not sure. I just remember the time when I came back from the store, which is right down the street, and came to my own little alley-type street. I looked both ways and couldn't decide which way to go. Well, I did figure it out in about 10 seconds, but fo those few seconds it was really freaky. I really felt lost.

I needed to refresh, and then I could get were I was. No biggie, but at the time it was.

Have you ever had a moment like that? Where you needed to refresh?

The art is Andrew Wyeth's Overflow,

Gaggle of Giddy Giggling Girls

This is a common breed of human here in the college town of Boston. They can be spotted virtually anywhere, but tend to flock in and around bars, especially bars offering discounted appetizers and low priced beer.

Each individual member of a flock resembles the other members of the flock. For example, all may have long blond hair, or all may wear short skirts and tube tops. They stay very close together, even when relieving themselves in public restrooms.

Breaking one apart from the flock can be exceedingly difficult for the male of the species. Said males often watch from a safe distance. The males are their own breed, and will be discussed in a future post.

Oddly, these same girls can complain that "there are no guys here."

Once they have fed and drunk, their voices become high pitched and loud, some have called these voices "shrieking." Hearing one call out in this voice has been known to make others jump out of their seats in shock. At times a casual viewer will be tempted to slap them. Be advised, though, that while these girls may appear weak and inconsequential, when provoked they can wreak serious damage on a person's bodily area. I advise you to do nothing provocative in their presence. Please. It is for your own safety.

Do you have these creatures in your town?

The art is French Impressionist painter Renoir Pierre Auguste The Bathers, 1887. He was one of the great worshippers of the female form, and he said "I never think I have finished a nude until I think I could pinch it."

My New Gym

Today is my first day at my brand spanking new health club. I even have a personal trainer. Woo hoo!

The place is huge, and new, and clean, unlike any gym I've ever been to. My trainer Lesley did a fitness assessment. I am not in as bad of shape as I thought. My fat percentage was 15 on my belly, and 25 on my triceps and quads (those are the upper backs of my arms, and thighs to the unfit among us). :) Good thing they didn't test the fat content of my ass. That would be more like 90% fat, I think.

My cardiovascular endurance was Average, which is better than I thought it would be. I could do a grand total of 6 - yes, count 'em - 6 - push ups!

Guess I'll have to quit smoking now and be some kind of healthy person. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted!

Do you go to a gym? How is it?

The art is Bather Stretched Out On Floor by French painter Edgar Degas, 1886.

Birthday Girl!

That would be me. Please wish me a happy birthday, or well, you know. :)