Mary Hopkin
Those Were the Days, 1968
I’ve loved this song since I was four or five years old. I still do.
By some strange miracle, I seem to be considerably healthier today than I was at my physical six months ago. I’ve lost weight, my “good” cholesterol is up (my “bad” is always low anyway) and I’ve backtracked quite a bit on that road to diabetes, heart disease, and all sorts of other nasty things. I’m kind of amazed, considering how rough the past few months have been for me personally and how–until a few weeks ago when I finally got my head out of my ass–I was basically using comfort food and lethargy to treat the symptoms.
So can I lose fifty pounds this year? What say ye?
Other stuff:
- Mark arrives for a quick visit tomorrow. It will be the first time we’ve seen each other since December and I am much looking forward to it.
- The oldest supermarket in Charlotte is about to be torn down. I’m a little depressed about that, but I’d be more depressed if there were a little more of the original buidling left to begin with.
- In case you care what I’ve been doing at work lately, here are two samples. They’re part of a bigger project I’m working on that’s still in beta (and not finished).
- I actually had occasion to bring my Zip drive to work (and even to use it) last week as well. That was fun.
- There’s something else big that’s supposed to make up this last bullet point, but I don’t remember what it is.
I’m considerably warmer and drier right now than I was seven years ago tonight.
A little bit lonelier too, but that will pass.
Had a visit from my friend Duncan this weekend. Actually, I’m still having it but he’s off at a Super Bowl party, and as I’ve probably said before, I don’t follow baseball. So I’ve spent my leisurely Sunday afternoon eating leftover Chinese food from Sampan and obtaining long out of print music here, including two things I’ve been seeking for a really long time.
Maybe a bit of cafeteria tonight followed by the final proofreading of my grant application (which is now finished, by the way). After that, Ellery Queen or Dragnet, methinks.
This is the first actual weekend I’ve had in quite a while. They’re nice, huh?
Cosmo Jarvis
Gay Pirates, 2011
This just amuses me lots.
In the past few weeks, I’ve ordered lemonade at several different restaurants and fast food joints. Nearly every time, they’ve asked me whether I minded if it was pink lemonade, leaving me wondering why the hell I should care what color the damned lemonade is. The only thing I can come up with is that they’re assuming that as a guy, I must have some terrific fear that if I ingest something pink, my testicles will fall off or something.
It’s an invalid assumption.