I have been re-watching the series LOST on Netflix to try to figure out what in the hell actually happens in that show. I hope it makes more sense this time around or else I am setting myself up for another round of frustration. Knowing what I know in retrospective hindsight, I hope to elucidate more things. Sawyer is still almost intolerable with his clich├ęs and nicknames, and almost makes me want to stop watching. But I will see it through. I am not sure I will ever get used to high definition TV. It weirds me out. Everything is too crispy and the sound is off, and the camera jerks around in weird ways. Is this normal?

I have to rake leaves and clean my gutters (in opposite order) tonight, ahead of some predicted rain tomorrow. It is fortuitous that tomorrow is Thursday, the day of the week I typically drive to work because it is CSA vegetable pickup day. Weather permitting, I try to bike commute other days of the week, although I have been lax this week due to some things. On Monday, I drove back from Ohio with the new used car I got from my mom. It was about a nine hour trip with one stop for gas (new used car is a Prius, just like my old car). On Tuesday, I had to go to the DMV and get the car titled and registered in Wisconsin. They only give you two days to do that in Wisconsin, even though most people don’t accomplish it in that time frame. They should give you a fortnight.

So the DMV trip necessitated I drive on Tuesday. I probably could have bike commuted today, but I decided to take the Prius to Tires Plus because of a slow leak in the right rear tire that my dad had alerted me to. Turns out there was a screwy nail (click on image to the left), literally, in the tire. They were able to patch it up just fine. So no biking today. No biking tomorrow due to rain and CSA pickup, like I said. Maybe biking on Friday, weather permitting.

How is your week progressing so far?


Compelled to Smells

I packed two apples in my carry on bag for my fairly short one day one way trip by air transport to Akron OH from my current home town of Madison WI.

Airport food is both expensive and not especially satisfying or healthy.

I am sort of half assedly on a health kick to eat better, get in shape, and live healthier. I would like to be whole assedly in pursuit of these goals, but it has been challenging, and half assedly is at least better than nought assedly.

In any case, I insightfully packed the apples to keep hunger at bay in the airports while also snacking healthily. Two hurdles exist, though I fully intend to overcome them. One is that apples are not particularly filling for me and they actually seem to make my stomach grumble more than when I eat nothing at all. The second is that the smell of airport food is remarkably compelling. My departure gate has a hotdog stand nearby that is emanating a ridiculously good smell and my scent sensitive emotional reptilian brain is rattling its cage in an effort to convince my reasoning rational higher brain to give in to temptation.

However, I shant.

I don't think.

But it is fun to observe the mind games played by old brain vs. new. Or perhaps more accurately, my new brain is entertained by the old, in the way that a crocodile trainer is entertained by the behavior of the crocs. The trainer knows what he is doing but must be ever vigilant to the tricks of the crocs.

A Karmic Update

Seeming to take offense at the part of my prior post about reason preventing me from taking the idea of karmic return seriously, the Cosmos ironically decided to "love punch" me in the arm by changing my connecting flight a second time, this time to an entirely different concourse at Ohare (E instead of F).

Luckily, this was not painfully far from the gate I had taken a seat near after the first change.

The lesson learned here is to fully embrace karma and cosmic forces, even if they cannot be easily explained with science and reason.

My flight is still on schedule as of now, with about an hour to spare.

I love you, Cosmos, and I promise not to question or doubt your mightiness until after my travels are through. Are we cool?