Another long bike ride tonight. Feels good to get back into shape. I left work at 5:30, biked from Sterling to Vienna - through Herndon and Reston. Good hour each way. Got back to my car at 7:30 sweating like a dog, but calm and relaxed. Biking has become my new form of therapy. For 2 hours everyday, I just have my thoughts. I was thinking - what a luxury. Number one - because I barely have enough time to do what I can in a 24 hour day - number two, because I can think while I excersize and travel through the country/suburbs and cities on the trail.
I think about all sorts of crap. Mostly undramatic domestic or philisophical junkets. While biking today, I was trying to remember the dream i had last night. And after 3 miles of trying to remember - it came to me when I crossed a bridge over a small stream. This dream is one of a continuum of reoccuring dreams involving being on a vacation with my family - usually at the beach...or at a house at the lake...or at some suburban house like for a reunion. It only involves my immediate family - my brothers, parents and I. Other characters also show up in these dreams - usually odd old friends or colleagues, classmates from long ago.
So in this particular dream, I dreampt that I was with my Dad, my older brother and an old friend from grad school fishing at a stream somewhere out in the boonies. I caught this HUGE catfish. When I mean huge - I mean it was like 8 feet long. It was a huge struggle to reel this suckah in. My arms were tired in the dream. I was finally able to reel him close enough to the shore where my Dad and my friend from grad school waded into the water to wrestle this huge ass catfish. Between the three of us..we dragged it up out of the water and onto some shallow grass near the stream. This fish was still flopping around, but it was calming down. My dad asked how we should skin it up. SO we walked over to this shed next to the lake house and started to look for something to kill it and cut it up. My Dad grabbed a hoe and pointed to a chainsaw in the corner of the shed. About that time, my Mom came around the corner and said, "My gosh, that is a HUGE fish, are we gonna have enough room in the freezer for that?" End of dream. I couldn't remember anymore. I'm thinking I should go see the movie (or read the book) Big Fish.
On my bikeride tonight, I see this cat, again. Seemingly everyday, this cat is on the bike trail. He (or she) is always poised there in a perpetual pounce position like a hunting pointer dog...ready to pounce onto it's mouse, bird or whatever.
The funny thing about this cat is that it's never skiddish by all the bike/pedestrian/rollerblader traffic. He's like a constant. A milestone in my bike journey, like the old buildings, the pastures, the streams, the upward hill struggles, the downhill glee of being in 12th gear and wind whipping my face til my eyes water. He's always there. But I feel semi-sad for this cat, even though he's a free spirit wandering the wilderness, possibly friendly to the pedestrians - and his owners (he's obviously owned by someone, he has a collar and tags) - BUT, the owners put a little bell on his collar. I bet that cat is really pissed off. I can imagine what that cat is thinking, "I spend all day in hunter mode - ready to catch my prey - but as soon as I make my move, this damn bell rings and scares the prey off. Damn humans. I'll poop outside of the litter box tonight just for that"
Holy camunga, what a beautiful day it was today. The PERFECT spring day. Not a cloud in the sky, perfect 70-73 degrees. The kinda day where everyone who owns a convertable or a motorcycle is outside. The sort of day where you eat out on the patio at your favorite restaurant. The sort of day where you take a long bike ride. Which is what I did after work. Now that it's daylight savings time, it stays lighter later - and now until June 21st the days will grow longer. Which is great for my evening bike rides on the W O&D bike trails near my office. The other thing about my bike rides is that at 5:30, I change into my bike clothes - indicating to the office that I'm about to leave (otherwise - I'll end up staying until I'm the last one standing). I'm trying to get into the habit of leaving on time - not to be rude, it's just in principle, because I'm not being paid overtime. And I need to get a life.
Unsure what it is about spinach. Lately, It seems like every time I cook - spinach is involved. More than likely, because it's a-plentiful 'round these parts this time o'year. It's springlike food, to eat it gives you Popeye-esque virility. It's a versitile green - you can steam it, braise it, blanche it, make salads out of it raw......or like what I did this evening.....roll it into tenderized chicken breasts. With out adu, I present:
Le poulet a roulé avec des épinards en vin et sauce aux champignons
Today is Passover. I remember exactly what I did tonight 10 years ago. It's a really bizarre incident, but to say the least - ironic and memorable. Let me first say, I am a goy. I say that loosely with humor, because I am not Jewish, but my live in girlfriend of many years (years ago) was jewish - a progresive Jew and taught me many of the mannerisms of Jewish culture...customs through stereotypes. I suppose every disenfranchized culture or religion has it's own way of identifying with marginalization - especially with humor. Oy vay, anyhoo.
I am now an uncle 6 times over today. My younger brother and his wife had their third child today. Big little girl. 9lbs. at 2:14pm (04:14 - fourteen hundred, fourteen in military time) on April 4th, 2004 - so born 04:14 on 04/04/04.
> spank > cooking > readymade > skin
blogger
blogskins
fark
worth 1000
slashdot
flashkit
billy bussey
2 advanced
dario picciau
td collins
dope awards
tiny awards
the dreamer
flash in the can
(Under development, I'm bashful)
::: Happy New Year ::: ::: Doing the Savage Century... Will be on haitus unti... ::: Another day.... (prepping for the weekend travel &... ::: Another day.... (prepping for the weekend travel &... ::: Another day.... (prepping for the weekend travel &... ::: Tuesday - what a fantastic day of sorts. Work & co... ::: another day..... ::: another day..... :::