Deflation
Do you remember the story where Piglet is going to give a balloon to Eeyore for his birthday and he trips and pops the ballon and gives Eeyore "a bit of damp rag" for his birthday? That's how my head feels. Like a bit of damp rag.
I'm having a difficult time getting my thoughts together but I'm feeling good about being deflated. I feel like I've come to embrace my inner lunatic. When I say this, it's not in a comical or whimsical way that might conjure up thoughts of Jimmy Buffett or Hawkeye Pierce. No, I'm talking about real, true, blue neuroses. Things like health issues. Drinking and eating and working out and such. There's a saying that's used a bit in military circles: "Mental must lead Physical".
Poppycock!
This is exactly what bugs me about every engineer I've ever met. They spend so much time being theoretical that they seem to believe that somehow reality will bend to fit their theory and not the other way around. Yes, mental leading physical is a nice thought, but so is Santa Claus. It's that word "must" that bugs me so much. As if any of us had any choice! We all do the best we can and mental does not mean imaginary with regards to obstacles. Mental obstacles are every bit as real as any other obstacle. We're all doing out best. We're all doing our best.
I don't know if any of that made any sense. I'm feeling kind of disconnected these days.
Yesterday I spent a lot of time pondering fixie 2.0. I've begun preparing to give her a paint job. That's a serious pain. Show me sand-a-bikeframe! Wax on wax off! To make matters worse, I've begun discovering that she really is rather rusted. I'm afraid that there is internal rust in the tubes and they may be a little on the weak side where supporting my 200lb frame is concerned (that's me, not the bike). I think I'm going to go ahead and see the project through, but I'm a little worried. I'm afraid that I may not get that much useful life out of this frame and that's a shame because I love the lug work. I don't know where I'll ever find another like it.
In other news, I got a totally undeserved 'A' in History of the Roman Empire. That means graduation. I got (although not finalized yet) a very deserved 'D' in Spanish. Funny, the last 'D' I got was the last class I took for my AA, circa 1993. The only difference is that this one wasn't a required class. It will still hurt my GPA. I guess I really shouldn't have taken it but I want to speak Spanish.
So, I graduated from high school in 1988 and I'll be getting my BS in 2008. I like the fact that it's called "B.S."; very fitting.
I'm having a difficult time getting my thoughts together but I'm feeling good about being deflated. I feel like I've come to embrace my inner lunatic. When I say this, it's not in a comical or whimsical way that might conjure up thoughts of Jimmy Buffett or Hawkeye Pierce. No, I'm talking about real, true, blue neuroses. Things like health issues. Drinking and eating and working out and such. There's a saying that's used a bit in military circles: "Mental must lead Physical".
Poppycock!
This is exactly what bugs me about every engineer I've ever met. They spend so much time being theoretical that they seem to believe that somehow reality will bend to fit their theory and not the other way around. Yes, mental leading physical is a nice thought, but so is Santa Claus. It's that word "must" that bugs me so much. As if any of us had any choice! We all do the best we can and mental does not mean imaginary with regards to obstacles. Mental obstacles are every bit as real as any other obstacle. We're all doing out best. We're all doing our best.
I don't know if any of that made any sense. I'm feeling kind of disconnected these days.
Yesterday I spent a lot of time pondering fixie 2.0. I've begun preparing to give her a paint job. That's a serious pain. Show me sand-a-bikeframe! Wax on wax off! To make matters worse, I've begun discovering that she really is rather rusted. I'm afraid that there is internal rust in the tubes and they may be a little on the weak side where supporting my 200lb frame is concerned (that's me, not the bike). I think I'm going to go ahead and see the project through, but I'm a little worried. I'm afraid that I may not get that much useful life out of this frame and that's a shame because I love the lug work. I don't know where I'll ever find another like it.
In other news, I got a totally undeserved 'A' in History of the Roman Empire. That means graduation. I got (although not finalized yet) a very deserved 'D' in Spanish. Funny, the last 'D' I got was the last class I took for my AA, circa 1993. The only difference is that this one wasn't a required class. It will still hurt my GPA. I guess I really shouldn't have taken it but I want to speak Spanish.
So, I graduated from high school in 1988 and I'll be getting my BS in 2008. I like the fact that it's called "B.S."; very fitting.