Dispatches from Nowhere 01.17.06

I saw this book linked this morning and I think I’d like to read it. I'm fairly sure that it is the complete opposite of the propaganda coming out of the "Adult" industry. I am sort of interested in this - simply to see an alternative view point to the propaganda coming out of the "adult" industry.

So, in my copious free time I'll read this, raise the kids, study Japanese history, write a novel, write more short stories, read more, clean the house, restore a car (or two), compose another album, work with more musicians, run more, train more, eat less, drink more water, sleep more, become a better Go player, receive my graduate degree(s), switch fields (or focus of study) and receive another graduate degree (they are like pokemon - gotta catch'em all!), and drink coffee.

(Hey - I've gotta have my vice. And as vices go - coffee isn't a bad one.)

I think I need fewer interests.

Or, maybe I just need to focus.

In other news,

I went to a gym for the first time ever today. This morning in fact. The Freedom Center has an indoor track and I really, really need to run/ exercise. So I set the alarms for 6.00 and I was off to the gym this morning.

It was a good experience over all. I like the track. I wish I had not forgotten my iPod this morning. Fourteen laps to run one mile with no music was sort of really boring. I dislike the locker room, but it is a necessary evil. I did have my first experience with "group" showers today. Sorry kids, I skipped out on all that "open shower room" stuff in H.S. (of course, when you skip Gym most of the time - you can get away with that) All the stalls were occupied and I was on a schedule. So, my slightly pudgy ass said "fuck it" and stepped into the open room of swinging cod and took my shower.

Modesty be damned, I needed to shower. I survived. There were no blatant Harvey Keitel moments so all is well. (Please don't make me explain that. I still have retinal scarring from The Piano.)

I'm so Victorian. Focus on the task at hand, eyes ahead, don't make eye contact, close your eyes and think of England....

But anyway, I liked the fact that I got to exercise this morning. That makes me happy. What else is there to say?

Not much really.