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November 2, 2005
grumble, grumble, grumble. 
Since I did the thinking about beer drinking, I've been doing very little of it. And all of it outside the house. In controlled circumstances. And I think by and large, I've been in pretty good spirits.
Today, I feel futile. Is this due to having drunk beer? Or due to my unhappiness with the whole work thing? Or both? Or not having bicycled in days due to this ridiculous deluge of rain?
Anyways. Got my first comment on altportland! And six people are subscribed to the feed. Dude, I am so excited!
Contrast this with my homework for the Career guy. I filled out my interest inventory yesterday, and was kinda overwhelmed by it. It seemed so important. And there were so many things that I'm interested in. Ack. I tried to look at this like you'd look at a topic search: you want to collect the largest initial sample, and then eliminate false leads, but, it still felt strange.
I still have other homework to do for him. I have to come up with some success stories. Success stories?!? I feel so far away from that. And then he sent along a questionnaire which on general principal scares me to my socks.
The terror I feel doing these things resembles the terror that I've felt in applying for other jobs.
I'm straining to come up with some athletic content here. Must.. get... back... into the fray. So in the small chance that you don't read cyclelicio.us, Fritz has posted a couple of interesting things in the last couple days. Like Arlington's campaign to make alternative transit sexier: Rides in the City (which is set up like a blog but doesn't have a newsfeed/RSS/Atom—which means I hate it!). Or what about disclosing the dangers of automobiles like you do with alcohol, tobacco, and M@Donalds coffee?
Oh. Here's a funny. Sunday, when I was down at Run Like Hell, we were standing in line behind a family wearing black cloaks and giant eyeball headthingees. They looked just like the Residents! Now, I recognize that that is not really a pop culture reference, but hey. So I get the attention of the patriarch, who is wearing his giant eyeball headthingee...
VJ: So, are you guys the Residents?
The Residents guy: We're here for a race.
VJ: Yes, so am I. But I was wondering, are you dressed as the Residents?
The Residents guy: No, we're from Washington.
So the pictures along the side here are pics from after the race: the bavarian couple complete with beer steins, the tooth fairies, the devil, the Residents....
Posted at November 2, 2005
Comments
Nice work on the altportland sucess! RE: alternative transport. Try getting all your public transport workers to go on strike, like in philly. That's right, NO public transport. The traffic is ridiculous, gridlock for, literally, hours. So people are biking. There is FREE bike VALET parking downtown and FREE fix-it spots all over the city for folks to pump up their tires, fix a flat, oil chains, etc. Some of the bikes on the road are great--obviously have not been out the garage in ages.
Your work situation sounds so frustrating. Maybe one day you will look back at all of this and feel grateful because you found a 'calling' as a result?
Posted by: Liz at November 2, 2005 11:34 AM
That is so funny. They sound like the Coneheads. "We are from France." I love how you got the photo of the backs of their big-eyeball-heads.
Posted by: Fran at November 2, 2005 8:49 PM