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Why so quiet
I've been taking a little break ever since my grandmother passed away a week ago. She had been slowly winding down for the past year and by early February we knew it would be soon. She was eighty-eight, she'd lived a long life, and she'd stayed around long enough to vote against Bush in the last election. I will miss her like crazy.
Monday, February 14, 2005 Valentiny gestures
Hey! Instead of spending money on waxy, musty-tasting Walgreen's candy today, you should give a few bucks to The Book Thing in Baltimore, an organization that gives away free books. To anyone. For free. They have a chance to move out of the cruddy basement space shown in this article to a better space, but unless they can raise the money for the down payment, they'll lose their lease on the old (cruddy) space and PERISH. Read The Old Hag's post for more info and click here to just give.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005 Many wonders of the world
This new boot camp class is three days a week for the next six weeks. I go on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. And on Tuesdays and Thursdays I am overcome with a kind of fitness amnesia in which I somehow forget that there was ever physical suffering or sorrow or those weird calisthenic exercises that involve jumping up from a squatting position and then squatting down again and kicking your legs out behind you like you’re some kind of fleshy lounge chair. I suppose I could continue to discuss how much that sucks, but I won’t, because just now, when I tried to find a helpful image to show you what that particular horrible exercise looks like, I discovered instead that "calisthenics" is the best Google Image search word ever. You could spend hours looking at pictures like this and this, and you can even leave SafeSearch off (which you wouldn't think would be the case, considering, and which you might find either a disappointment or a relief, considering) and still get amazing results. It's the kind of Google image search that makes you see the whole world working in some kind of uncanny synchronization of action and purpose; you see kids do calisthenics and grown-ups do them, too; red-blooded soldiers and Chinese do them; cats dressed as people do them and people dressed as bats do them, by God! And, best of all, image-searching on the word "calisthenics" leads you to this page. It makes me wonder: would I enjoy my boot camp class more if we all got to dress up as pirates or Pierrot dolls or steam trains? Hmm. See, this is how I forget the pain.
Thursday, February 03, 2005 Oh, nothing
I've been taking a break this week, for no good reason other than I just felt like it. Boot Camp Two (aka Return of the Boot or Dawn of the Boot or A Very Booty Sequel or, inevitably, Electric Bootaloo) doesn't start until NEXT week, and I hadn't figured that out until Friday evening while out drinking. The epiphany was met with relief and more drinking.
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