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Here I sit at work. I've been here just over three hours, and I have about nine more to go. So, you get to read a mobile update from my trusty iPhone.
I promise I won't write anything about Crossfit, working out, rollerblading, or anything like that except for one little item. I'm sorry if I bore you with that stuff. But, with things like that, if I don't absolutely obsess over it, I would surely quit and would gain ten more pounds before ordering a silly ab chair from an infomercial.
So, just put up with it if you will. An occasional "attaboy!" wouldn't hurt either. :)
I'm 31 years old. In the right light, I still look in my mid-20s.
I'm active. I eat better than average. I tip well. I buy Girl Scout cookies from the little ones. If I knew of any old ladies who needed to cross the street, I'd come over and lend them an arm.
So, why in Blue Blockers am I starting to get grey hair?
And, more pressing, why is it starting in my nose? Take a peak up my nostrils, and it looks like a little Christmas scene up there. I'm getting a few on my head, but my nose is suddenly 30 years older than the rest of me.
I also spotted a grey hair in another area that isn't polite to discuss, so I won't discuss it. But just know it was there.
Does this mean I'm going to be one of those salt-and-pepper guys when I'm 35? Or will I be an Anderson Cooper, completely grey at a young age?
Gosh. Life goes by so fast. I feel like I'm running out of time. Is that normal thinking for a 31-year old?
Here's my lone exercise topic:
I've decided on a secondary exercise goal for the year. My primary goal, if you can recall, is to rollerblade 40 miles in one day. While I was training for that the other day, I decided that I wanted to keep track of all the miles I go this summer.
Then I wondered if I would make it to 1,000 miles. That led to me saying I *would* make it to 1,000 miles by the end of the year.
So, my Thousand-Mile Human Locomotion Challenge is born! The rules:
- The mode of travel must be completely human powered. This includes, but isn't limited to: biking, running, walking, skating, swimming, and rowing. Naturally occuring potential-to-kinetic energy aids count (e.g. Coasting down hills, riding a boat through flowing water, etc.).
- Only real-world distances count. Treadmills and rowing machines do not.
- When possible, the GPS on my phone will be the final word when determining distance. When not feasable, as accurate a measurement as possible will be my final tally.
So far this year, I've gone almost 55 miles. Only 945 miles to go!
Does anyone want to join me? It's really not that hard. If you bike much, it's just 10 miles a day for 100 days. You can bike 10 miles in about 30-45 minutes easy.
The tickets have been bought. I'll be in San Francisco from, if I can recall, May 18-21. That may be a day off.
That means I want to meet and have some drinks with a few of you who read this. Meimeigui (I can't easily do LJ user tags on my iPhone), I can't wait to learn how you say your lj username. Jaki, I've known you online for NINE years now and want to meet your lovely daughter.
And Brookey-Brooke may be able to drive up and spend a day with us. That would be soooo great!
I don't know what April's opera schedule will be. It's looking like I'll be keeping myself busy whether she's with me or not. Expect me to whip out my camera and film you some if we meet up. It's how I roll.
So, all of you California people... Get ready for JP Fest 2009!!! (or,a more accurate title would be "lunch with periods of awkward silence.")
I finished "Harpo Speaks," and it was one of the best auto/biographies I've ever read. In fact, it was one of the best overall books I've ever read. It was light, funny, poignant, honest, and heartwarming.
Harpo never really grew up, his entire life spent being an innocent, fun loving practical joker. He didn't really take much of anything serious at all. He spent his time off from Broadway and the movies playing croquet and golf, and he spent his time off from those games playing pinochle and bridge.
He never made it through 2nd grade, yet he taught himself how to play harp by looking at a picture of an angel in a five-and-dime. He ended up demonstrating his technique at Julliard, and his method, completely unorthodox at the time, became an acceptable form for playing.
He was also a highly regarded member of the Algonquin Round Table, with the likes of George Kauffman, Alexander Woolcott, and other intellectuals and socialites of the day. He considered himself a professional listener, and that's why, he claimed, these professional talkers liked him. When debates and discussions would get too heated, he'd squat down and stand on his head.
My complaints are that he never really discussed much of his feelings about things. It was about as deep, emotionally, as you'd get from somebody telling you stories over a beer at a sports bar. He also did a LOT of name dropping that really dates the book. There are plenty of people whose name got mentioned that are completely forgotten these days.
Besides that, it was a fun read that literally had me laughing out loud. If you can get a copy, I highly recommend it.
I picked up a biography of Groucho Marx and am reading it now. So far, it's not nearly as entertaining. It reads a lot like a term paper, so I'm forcing my way through it. Partly because, so far, it's a lot of history about all of the brothers that was covered in Harpo's book. So... Rehash.
That's all I can really think of right now. It pretty much brings everything up to date.
Have a good weekend. I am working 60 hours this upcoming week. I feel sooo lucky to have a job, but man... I'm getting tired.
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