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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March 14, 2006

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FascistThere was a guy on the bus—you know, there generally is. He was standing up by the driver, talking to him loud enough that the rest of us couldn't help but hear. He started going on about his lottery winnings, in the millions of dollars, about his truck, his acreage, his guns.

I of course just wanted to go up and ask him—if you won the lottery, why are you on the bus?

Would I ride the bus if I won the lottery? I could be so wrong, but I think I would. I have bad experiences so rarely, and if nothing else, it's great people-watching. It ends up being me time too—I can't work on the guide, I can't work on work, I have to do something like... look around; read a book or the paper; knit something; start a conversation.

Of course, I have a deadsimple bus commute. I walk two blocks from the house, wait at a stop for a bus that comes at least every 15 minutes, which drops me about 1500 feet from the door of my building. I bought my house with bus commuting in mind: but specifically, bus commuting into downtown. If I worked somewhere else, like not downtown, where I would have to change buses, that wouldn't be so much fun.

I spent my time on the bus working on my sample knitting—doing a stitch I had never heard of, and now am just baffled that I didn't come up with it myself. It's so cool—I'm getting paid to learn something. Even though part of me is bristling at the deadline.

It been a good series of days. I've had good energy and actually gotten some things done. Yesterday, I went on a scooter ride, and ran into Hollie (the runner, not the cheesepuppet). It was wonderful to see her, wonderful to feel her intense energizer-bunny enthusiasm and soak a bit up. Last night, I met with a local beer PR person to learn more about the beer scene in town—that was fascinating, and she was quite enjoyable.

This morning, I got up early, and actually kept up on the momentum.

Sweetie brewed beer Sunday, which ended up being a social occasion. Oh, and we tried his first brew: it was good. A porter. If I bought it, I wouldn't feel disappointed, which was kinda exciting. Dude!!

Posted at March 14, 2006

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Brewing is a very rewarding process. Glad you are doing well!

Posted by: neca at March 15, 2006 7:27 AM

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