Why I Don't (but should) Leave the House More Often....
Some people like driving,
I don't.
It's a 23 minute drive to downtown,
including finding parking
on average.
That's it.
But I still am like,
"WHYYYYYY?!"
and put all my downtown chores and errands
in one basket
because I don't wanna sit in a car,
exploding refined dinosaurs,
for 50 minutes a day,
and pay for parking,
just to do whatever else I need to do.
Call me lazy.
Call my cheap.
Both may apply.
Wednesday, I had a meeting at 10:30am,
and another at 6pm downtown.
No way in HELL I'm going to do that drive twice,
unless there is an emergency goin' on!
So I pack in everything else.
My friend wants to go buy tie dyeing stuff,
I convince her to eschew Wal-Mart
and buy pro-quality from a local art supply store.
"I'll be there at 10!"
I lied.
I didn't lie on a porpoise
(like this person)
[See??]
Sorry, I did not lie ON PURPOSE
But I didn't end up leaving the house
till 10:03am.
WHOOPS!
Just in time to make my first committee meeting ON TIME!
Hooray!
My friend forgave me
probably because I made this rad .gif
of her sweet chitlin
from photos collected
on our 02/02/2020 pregnancy photoshoot
in a local cemetery where she wanted her 2nd pregnancy photos taken.
Who even KNEW this kid was a Morrissey fan?!
[You gotta see this... unless profanity is illegal in your state (of life/work/mind)]
I literally laughed until I cried when I made this!
Take note:
This is how you get forgiven
for being too late to accompany a friend
to buy fabric dye.
Long story short I spent all day at a clipped pace,
racing from person to person,
meeting to meeting,...
Not just the two major meetings I was expecting,
and two meetups with friends along the way,
but everywhere I went I was in the right place
at the right time
to see someone I've been needing to talk to.
A local indie gaming and bookstore owner,
the local Vice Chair of the county Democrats,
our newest city council member,
a local disability rights advocate,
the lady who runs a refugee community integration non-profit,
a former board member of our radio station,
the director of our big regional film festival,
the president of our local Veterans for Peace organization...
I did not have planned meetings with any of these people,
they were just the people I ran into during the day
and were in just the right time/place in our personal schedules
to run into each other, know what we wanted to talk to each other for
and spend some time talking/organizing between us.
In between,
I also had a nice smoky porter with a side of baked pretzel with beer cheese
watched a South Korean thriller at the arthouse theater,
and read selections from my Medieval Reader book
of first-hand contemporary writings
from medieval Europe.
Please note:
I am now obsessed with the Porphyry Chair
after reading a text from 1404 walking us through a Papal coronation ceremony
written by Adam of Usk
Below is a moment of the porphyry chair being discussed in a modern scientific journal
about the biological process of how testes 'drop' during puberty
because WHY NOT?!
[You REALLY want to click this... seriously.... but if your work frowns on scientific talk about history and/or testicles, be warned..]
https://www.jpedsurg.org/article/S0022-3468(04)00724-9/fulltext
We are progressing toward a better understanding of normal and abnormal testicular descents, which is one of the most obvious anatomical features of sexual dimorphism. Its importance was appreciated by the church in the middle ages when a female pope was elected, leading to a scandal when she gave birth to a baby during a papal procession through Rome. Following this episode, the porphyry chair was produced as a way of determining definitively whether any future pope was a man and hence could become the Holy Father. The chair has a cut out in the seat such that the elected cardinal could sit on the chair, suitably robed, but a junior cardinal could reach in from behind and palpate the scrotum. If the scrotum contained 2 testes, they would chant “duo testes bene pendulum” (he has 2 testes and they hang well), confirming masculinity and eligibility for the papacy [69]. To this day, a fused scrotum containing 2 testes is still the best test for manhood and is still better than any genetic or hormonal test for a “man” [70].
Also.. semi-related:
I am now obsessed with learning if the "Waldensian Heresies"
of the 12th century are connected to the Lutheran reformation
in the 16th century.
This is what I do for fun...
I read ancient historical texts,
watch foreign films no one else sees,
and network with non-profits and civil servants
all with a above-average coffee or beer in my hand.
THIS... is called a GOOD DAY.
I don't.
It's a 23 minute drive to downtown,
including finding parking
on average.
That's it.
But I still am like,
"WHYYYYYY?!"
and put all my downtown chores and errands
in one basket
because I don't wanna sit in a car,
exploding refined dinosaurs,
for 50 minutes a day,
and pay for parking,
just to do whatever else I need to do.
Call me lazy.
Call my cheap.
Both may apply.
Wednesday, I had a meeting at 10:30am,
and another at 6pm downtown.
No way in HELL I'm going to do that drive twice,
unless there is an emergency goin' on!
So I pack in everything else.
My friend wants to go buy tie dyeing stuff,
I convince her to eschew Wal-Mart
and buy pro-quality from a local art supply store.
"I'll be there at 10!"
I lied.
I didn't lie on a porpoise
(like this person)
[See??]
Sorry, I did not lie ON PURPOSE
But I didn't end up leaving the house
till 10:03am.
WHOOPS!
Just in time to make my first committee meeting ON TIME!
Hooray!
My friend forgave me
probably because I made this rad .gif
of her sweet chitlin
from photos collected
on our 02/02/2020 pregnancy photoshoot
in a local cemetery where she wanted her 2nd pregnancy photos taken.
Who even KNEW this kid was a Morrissey fan?!
[You gotta see this... unless profanity is illegal in your state (of life/work/mind)]
I literally laughed until I cried when I made this!
Take note:
This is how you get forgiven
for being too late to accompany a friend
to buy fabric dye.
Long story short I spent all day at a clipped pace,
racing from person to person,
meeting to meeting,...
Not just the two major meetings I was expecting,
and two meetups with friends along the way,
but everywhere I went I was in the right place
at the right time
to see someone I've been needing to talk to.
A local indie gaming and bookstore owner,
the local Vice Chair of the county Democrats,
our newest city council member,
a local disability rights advocate,
the lady who runs a refugee community integration non-profit,
a former board member of our radio station,
the director of our big regional film festival,
the president of our local Veterans for Peace organization...
I did not have planned meetings with any of these people,
they were just the people I ran into during the day
and were in just the right time/place in our personal schedules
to run into each other, know what we wanted to talk to each other for
and spend some time talking/organizing between us.
In between,
I also had a nice smoky porter with a side of baked pretzel with beer cheese
watched a South Korean thriller at the arthouse theater,
and read selections from my Medieval Reader book
of first-hand contemporary writings
from medieval Europe.
Please note:
I am now obsessed with the Porphyry Chair
after reading a text from 1404 walking us through a Papal coronation ceremony
written by Adam of Usk
Below is a moment of the porphyry chair being discussed in a modern scientific journal
about the biological process of how testes 'drop' during puberty
because WHY NOT?!
[You REALLY want to click this... seriously.... but if your work frowns on scientific talk about history and/or testicles, be warned..]
https://www.jpedsurg.org/article/S0022-3468(04)00724-9/fulltext
We are progressing toward a better understanding of normal and abnormal testicular descents, which is one of the most obvious anatomical features of sexual dimorphism. Its importance was appreciated by the church in the middle ages when a female pope was elected, leading to a scandal when she gave birth to a baby during a papal procession through Rome. Following this episode, the porphyry chair was produced as a way of determining definitively whether any future pope was a man and hence could become the Holy Father. The chair has a cut out in the seat such that the elected cardinal could sit on the chair, suitably robed, but a junior cardinal could reach in from behind and palpate the scrotum. If the scrotum contained 2 testes, they would chant “duo testes bene pendulum” (he has 2 testes and they hang well), confirming masculinity and eligibility for the papacy [69]. To this day, a fused scrotum containing 2 testes is still the best test for manhood and is still better than any genetic or hormonal test for a “man” [70].
Also.. semi-related:
I am now obsessed with learning if the "Waldensian Heresies"
of the 12th century are connected to the Lutheran reformation
in the 16th century.
This is what I do for fun...
I read ancient historical texts,
watch foreign films no one else sees,
and network with non-profits and civil servants
all with a above-average coffee or beer in my hand.
THIS... is called a GOOD DAY.