Public Parking

I came out of class tonight and found a note on my car: "You can't park here. There are four cars at this house already. Next time you park here I'll have your car towed. Don't park here."

And a good evening to you, Sir.

Well that stirred my shit. A public street is free for all to park on. This dude was getting all bent out of shape because I was parked in front of his house. Well, boo-hoo. Cry me a river. That kind of note makes me want to park in front of his house next week. Then again there are crazy people out there. I wish the person who wrote the note would have signed it. I could have dealt with that. But they didn't. I'll probably write them a note tomorrow, or the next day, affix it to my windshield next time I park on the street.

"Hey, my name is Bob. What's yours? Did you leave a note on my car last week? Telling me not to park here? It's a public street. Parking is not restricted to homeowners and renters. Nor is it guaranteed. Get over it. People park in front of my house all the time. I don't leave notes on their cars. P.s I work for the City. Let's not play games or launch idle threats. Have a good day."

the email that was a post in disguise

"Summertime is good. It's hot, but that goes without saying when you live in Texas. Sometimes I wish all the people who complain about the hot weather would actually turn off their air conditioners and realize just how hot Texas is, then move back to Canada, or wherever else they're from. I think if they live in an air conditioned house, own an air conditioned car, and work in a building that is... air conditioned they've got nothing to fucking complain about. Or maybe it's the fact that their complaining tells me that they really have nothing to relate to me with except the f-bomb weather."

"School is still going on. It's one class but a project is due in 10 days. I'm lined up to finish so no worries. I do have another project from Spring that is in stasis. I could knock that one out, but it has been in storage so long that it could take a couple weeks for my motivation to thaw and have the atoms of activity actually moving again."

World of Losercraft

After a six month break, I'm back into an abusive relationship with the World of Warcraft. I give it my time, my attention, but it beats me down. It treats me like shit and I deserve better. Luckily I don't have a powerful enough laptop in my place to run it. I have to go back to my Mom's place to play. There is a sufficient amount of distance between the two places to give me peace of mind during the week.

In other news... I've learned that all the people I once knew in Poland have changed in my absence. Time did not stand still without me. In fact, it actually sped up. Imagine that.

And then... with a carryover calf injury from last week's 15K & Whiterock lake, my training for the Oct Triathlon has come to an unexpected stop. I am hoping to do some recovery lifting this week in the gym to strengthen the tender, weak, girly-man muscle which has taken up residence in my right calf. I will make it stronger or rip it out. Inexcusable, calf muscle. Real bush league shit.

Despite getting back into an abusive, one-sided relationship, learning that life can exist without me, and not being able to run to open road, I did fix up a friend's bike. The goal is to recruit more riding friends so that I can enjoy riding bikes with other people. Super-cool would be to all get snow cones and catch fireflies before our parents tell us it's time to come in and go to bed. Yeah, super-cool.

Gotta Love It

I especially love it when motorists honk when they pass me on my bike. I've got an orange/yellow vest, geriatric big sunglasses, and a red helmet. Yes, you can see me. Yes, I'm riding in the street and not on the sidewalk. Yes, you had to creep by at 15mph while you waited to pass me. You lost a total of ten seconds before the left lane freed up and you could pass. May Jesus Christ rescue you in the future from assholes like me on my bike. May he lift you off the ground in your SUV and fling you to your destination.

River Legacy Park

I am a bit knackered, but feeling good. I'm riding the high off my eight mile bike / nine mile run. Road traffic on Fielder is quite manageable at 7am, but gets easily miffed after 9. I've got a race next week @ White Rock lake in Dallas. It's the same race I ran two years ago when I got back from Poland. A 15ker that has promise to kick my ass in a major way. The entry fee was a bit more than normal, but the give away is a nice running shirt. I still have the last one and its worth the trip and the ass-kicking just for a chance to expand my running wardrobe.

Amtrak

It has been more than a year since I posted in this thing. I'm not going to even read the previous posts. They were written when I was still working for UPS and going through a spring of uncertainty as far as work was concerned. Since then I've progressed in grad school, work, life.

I just got back from a trip to Austin. I spent the 4th there with my friend JW and his roommate Akash. We drank, swam, and checked out the boobies of hot Texas chicks on the tubing river near San Marcos. It was very nice. One of the oddities of the trip was the collective disbelief of Austin-ites when I told them that I had taken the train from Fort Worth instead of "just driving down."

"There's a train?" they asked. I had to assure them that 'yes' there was indeed a train and it ran from Fort Worth to Austin. On tracks of steel nonetheless. $69 dollars can by you a roundtrip ticket to funtown if you are willing to dole out the cash and run the risk of freight related delays. Go Amtrak.