Duo-who? And there goes my weekend

So Jenn, the silly woman who doesn’t understand the depth of my music addiction, gets wind that I like music with a Middle Eastern flare. So she says, “Well, I’ve got a CD you’d like,” and goes on to tell me the band is French/Turkish and plays an interesting instrument I’ve never heard of [by name] in my life. And then she slips me the CD, and my weekend is gone.

The band is Duoud. Here is the first minute (which ends rather abruptly–I couldn’t set the duration of the fade out in Audacity, so I didn’t use one) of the seventh ninth track off their CD Wild Serenade, “Berlin Paris”. Sheer awesomeness.

And what did this music provide the soundtrack to this weekend? I modified Shawn Scott’s ESR Backup to work for my purposes–namely, I need all backups to work on a weekday-only basis, since I don’t have Internet on weekends. It was a simple matter for even me (a non-Perl girl) to find the three lines I wanted to change to force full backups and rotations to occur on Fridays instead on Sundays. Or at least, I hope it does.

I’ve also chomped through a good bit of Wolfram and Schilling-Estes’s book, and find that my curiosity on the development of dialects in America is so quenched I wonder if it ever existed. Of course, I have the bad habit of not wanting to read about US-specific history in general–give me a world-view, or something close to it, please. Despite the fact that I’m primarily skimming the book at this point since the chapters on gender differences, register shifts, etc. aren’t telling me anything new or particularly interesting, it’s still a pretty good book.

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One, two, skip a few, 99, 100…

This morning’s run was awesome.

First mile down in 10:50, which is entirely too fast for my liking. I want 12:00 min/mi until I can run for 45 minutes non-stop.

In the middle of my 0.50 mi recovery walk (weak stomach and asthma flare-up, another sign of too fast a pace), my music player died. When I picked up again for the second interval, I was able to go slowly enough that the limiting factor was upper body posture, rather than lungs or stomach. And when I stopped after a mile to cool down, I wasn’t even tired. I’m confident that I could have gone on for another half mile.

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One mile, high reproducibility

Today was the first day in my entire life I have run a mile without stopping.

I didn’t clock it, because I usually clock my first mile, which includes my 0.25 mi. warm-up, rather than my first mile with a quarter-mile offset. But my first mile was 12:05 today.

And the mile run wasn’t killer. By the end of the final lap, I was having some trouble controlling my breathing, and phlegm production had increased significantly. A quarter-mile recovery walk was sufficient for me to pick up and run another 0.625 mi. I would call that a “highly reproducible” run, which makes me all kinds of giddy.

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