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    First ride of the “season”

    With the weather looking beyond gorgeous this weekend, I filled by bike tires with air and went for a ride yesterday. I set a comfortably slow pace, and rode for about 90 minutes, getting in 16 miles. First, that’s the furthest I’ve ever ridden. Second, that’s the longest I’ve ever been in the saddle. My butt didn’t even hurt until I sat in an auditorium for a couple of hours later that night. This morning, of course, my butt-bones are achy and my legs still have that happy tingle. The cool thing was getting to see parts of Terre Haute I hadn’t seen before. I got lost on my way…

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    This Week’s Del.icio.us bookmarks

    Shared bookmarks for del.icio.us user Irrsinn The Joy of Tech!: Firefly, the Next Generation — This too funny, particularly Dr. Boo-Boo. Tagged as: [humor startrek serenifly] Virginia Tech massacre – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia — A very nice source for information on the recent tragic events at Virginia Tech. Tagged as: [news] The Best Exercise You’re Not Doing – Men’s Health — Single-leg squats. That’s hot stuff. Tagged as: [exercise] Half of Me: A good reason to work your core — I like orgasms. *looks around* Tagged as: [exercise sex] TheStar.com – News – Racial slur on sofa label stuns family — Um… *what*?! A "nigger-brown" sofa? I think part…

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    Getting things done: choices

    Months ago, Elf Sternberg quoted Scott Westerfield who quoted Raymond Chandler as saying, [T]here should be a space of time, say four hours a day at least, when a professional writer doesn’t do anything else but write. He doesn’t have to write, and if he doesn’t feel like it, he shouldn’t try. He can look out of the window or stand on his head or writhe on the floor. But he is not to do any other positive thing, not read, write letters, glance at magazines, or write checks. Write or nothing. Whether it’s writing, classwork, or drawing, it comes down to the same thing. I found myself floundering just…

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    Locs, part deux

    About a month ago, I started down the journey to locs again. The comb coils from a couple of months back hadn’t worked, but this time I tried a technique I hadn’t seen on the internet: I just rubber-banded my hair into sections. They looked like little puffs (or even bantu knots) for a while, and I got a lot of Matrix comments. About a week ago, there was enough growth for me to start latching, although I needed to keep the rubber bands on. I latched. Yay. I couldn’t get them clean, however. I workout almost daily, and I just couldn’t shampoo enough to get the roots clean (the…