I went to my Naturopath Doctor the other day. I’ve been seeing him for a few months now and I’ve been really happy with the results. It’s the best I’ve felt since I’ve had my concussion. Yesterday’s bill came to $420.
Now how am I supposed to support my crack habit with health invoices like these?
I’ve been reading Fat Cyclist’s blog for about a little over a year now. He’s just a guy, an average “Joe,” who loves to ride and race bikes. When he’s not riding them, he loves talking or writing about them. He’s a fantastically humorous writer who now contributes to Bike Radar. I’ve enjoyed a chuckle or two from his ability to wax poetically and hilariously about everything bicycles.
Over the last year, I’ve followed his secondary story line of his wife’s battle against cancer, which inspired me to purchase one of his pink jerseys to contribute to his cancer cause. Yes, pink. Anyone who knows me knows how much I “love” pink. But I actually wear the jersey because it reminds me of how lucky I am and how fleeting life can be.
This is what Scott and I will be doing tonight:
Give us a break. We’re an old married couple who no longer whoop it up at Friday night parties and we got hooked on this show. A few years ago, when I was recovering from a concussion, I couldn’t do much but sit on the sofa for a long time. Typically, I don’t care for TV. All the reality bozos make me want to gag. I prefer old fashioned sitcoms of the Seinfeld era. Since our nation’s nighttime creative talent has regressed into the imagination limits of a high school click, I was left with nothing much to do other than read or watch movies.
After a few years off the bike, I started riding again. Last weekend, Scott and I rode our usual Mountain Charlie route. Now, Mountain Charlie, a 3.5 mile climb with some steep sections, for a regular rider, isn’t that “bad.” If you’re not much of a rider, it may make you toss your cookies. So having not ridden it in a few years, I was pretty happy to have my 27 cog to rely on in getting up that baby.
During the ride I noticed my shifting was not working so well and mentioned it to Scott. Now my road bike is in desperate need of being taken apart, cleaned and in need of a new drive train but I’ve been a bit busy, you know, om-ing and all that stuff. We got home from the ride and I had to run to Sarah’s yin workshop so I gave him my bike to put away.
Not too long ago, a colleague asked me to review her client’s web site from both a marketing and web design/development perspective and to come up with a site architecture and some ideas on how to improve it. Naturally, I resisted, citing that it was intellectual property and that I didn’t have time to offer free consultation. Very quickly she responded, “I want to hire you to consult on this project, pay you for your critique and ideas.”
I shook my head in disbelief. Someone wants to hire me to criticize their web site? You mean, they want to hire me to be…mean? Surely this can’t be. Being mean is one of my favorite things to do. I like being mean so much that I even married a mean guy. No, he’s not wife-beater mean. He’s mean like, “Jules, your mouth RPM’s are going faster than your pedaling-RPMs” mean. Or mean like, he tries to make me give him my heart rate monitor when I’m riding my bike to make sure I’m working hard enough. And mean like, when he sees a neighbor with trash decorating his front yard, he’ll comment so sarcastically, that I can’t help but gush with love.
Sometimes I wonder why I work on the Internet. There is so much drek on the ‘Net these days that I inevitably find myself consumed with it. Not only does the Internet completely consume my work day in terms of design and programming (only for useful and informative sites of course, I have some standards you know), but most days, when trying to use the ‘Net for function only, I stumble upon sites that inevitably lead me to a huge time-sink. Sometimes, I get to the end of the day, my to-do list remains untouched and I feel like I’m no smarter than if I had just read a Star magazine. Is the vacuous information on the ‘Net outgrowing useful information?
If you’re reading this blog, I’m sorry for you. It’s not all that entertaining and sadly, contributes to the vacuous. For a web developer, it took me an embarrassingly long time to join the blog world. But I suppose that’s because I refuse to join any organization that would have me as a member.
Still, there are some sites that are extremely informative yet, considerably, a huge time-sink. Here’s a site that looks promisingly informative:
I could get lost at looking all the “stuff” on this site. Read the rest of this entry »
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