about getting from point A to point B in the most interesting ways possible

If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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November 3, 2005

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Dart Swinger!


Sleep like Hell
Why am I so excited about googlemapping, and so stuck and afraid about career exploration? Why?!

I figured out one way of googlemapping yesterday. Since then, I've been obsessed with how to do it with an xml file that holds all the content. Why can't I leave well enough alone? Why must I tweak?

I don't know if there is a connection between this crankiness and the recent lack of exercise, but umm, I am cranky and I do have a lack of exercise. And I have been hungry like a bear! But I did finally go to J & G and order a waterproof rain jacket. What took me so long??

In the last week, I've been taking the bus a lot. A lot of folks slag my busline, but I think it is generally full of entertainment. The other day, I had a great conversation with someone about newcomers coming to Portland, and you can tell they're newcomers by their body language, as well as how the Bush administration seems determined to bankrupt the country. I love those sorts of conversations with strangers that on one level are just small talk, but on another they are a connection, a bridge. That evening, I was surrounded by teenage boys, and I felt paranoid. Yesterday there was a man wearing a matted women's wig; he gave a frightening 30 second butt-wiggle before settling his behind in a seat. (I really didn't need to see that) And this morning, I took the other, white-bread bus, which is never interesting. But I got a lot of knitting done.

ruby river color
Right now I'm swatching for some scooter gloves. Yes! I'm making them out of Mountain Colors Mountain Goat, a mohair-wool blend in ruby river. So they are this lovely, ever so slightly varigated winey red, tremendously soft, subtly shiny, with great stitch definition. I can't wait to get started. I'm doing this, as usual, without a pattern. Who needs a stinkin' pattern? Though if I were to use a pattern, it might be something like these Voodoo Wrist Warmers

If you've been thinking about knitting a robot, it might have a life of its own.

Posted at November 3, 2005

Comments

I get cranky when I haven't exercised (like this week!), and my appetite doesn't seem to deminish without exercise; in fact, I've been eating a ton more sugar. Sigh, move on and be healthier this weekend.

I'm curious to know what body language clues you into Portland newbies. Is it stuff particular to Portland, or just basic discomfort?

Posted by: Tricia at November 4, 2005 12:37 PM

Lordy, those knit robots rock!

I know nothing about mapping utilities, but Marshall posted this one recently: http://www.mapmyrun.com/

Posted by: Megan at November 7, 2005 8:06 AM