catching up on a week's worth of posting
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elliptical, interval program -- again with the weird distance register (7.03 @ 45min)
Tuesday
I did <35min in the weight room.
When Maria asked me to post about how my body felt after gymming regularly for a year, I was thinking about how what I notice are the psychological benefits. I think it's good for me to get up and go to the gym every morning even when I don't want to. Though I have a bad tendency to be really wedded to making sure I get through three sets of twelve reps instead of making sure I have good form (e.g., "slow, controlled movements"); I definitely need to work on that.
Wednesday
elliptical, interval program:
1mi @ 11:46min
2mi @ 23:39min
3mi @ 35:43min
3.76mi @ 45min
Thursday
I did ~40min in the weight room. After a few machines, I was feeling fine. Not like everything was easy, but I didn't mind being there.
Friday
elliptical, interval program:
1mi @ 11:50min
2mi @ 23:48min
3mi @ 35:46min
3.75mi @ 45min
Friday morning, Rob Marciano (the CNN weather guy) announced that it was Talk Like a Pirate Day. Heh. Yeah, he's kind of a dork.
***
Friday morning, Kathleen asked – apropos of nothing as far as I could tell, though I didn't ask – if I'd been promoted to Unit Coordinator. I laughed – and said that in practical terms I suspected that was basically what my job was, though I don't actually know the details of the UC job description.
When FUH left, he asked me to check the dates for a couple upcoming meetings to reassure him that they weren't next week. He said "I noticed you put them on my calendar, which was great." I said, "That's why I'm awesome." He said, "One of the many many reasons why you're awesome." Aww! :D
***
On the Red Line heading to South Station, this man and woman (in their twenties maybe?) sitting next to me were talking, and as we were crossing the Charles River he pointed and said that see those spires off in the distance, that's where he lives, right across the street from a church.
"Do you go to church?" she asked.
"I haven't in... seven years."
"So that would be a no."
"Yeah, but I'm thinking of going back. I just don't know how I feel about that scene."
She mentioned the John Lennon line "God is a concept by which we measure our pain."
He said, "I prefer Karl Marx's 'Religion is the opiate of the masses.'"
I said, "While pithy, Marx's quote elides the role of religion in social justice, like the civil rights movement."
The guy (sitting next to me) turned and looked at me and said, "Whoa."
I said, "I'm sorry, I don't usually interrupt other people's conversations on the T."
The woman joked, "We're just that interesting."
I laughed and said, "Whenever people are talking about religion, I perk up."
We let the conversation drop there, which was fine, since we were all getting off soon (but at different stops) anyway.
***
First Singspiration of the 11th season. (JoeF said the first one was November of 1998.)
GinnyC and CarolF both asked if I'd lost weight. Um, I've lost like five pounds in the past, oh, six months. This is not a significant amount of weight. Carole said my face looked thinner. I could have laughed, 'cause some months back (when I hadn't lost any weight) Cailin was like, "Have you lost a lot of weight? Your face looks thinner." But she later decided she might just be crazy, 'cause she said the exact same thing to MikeS like a week later (who gave her the same "uh, no" reaction). My mom said I might be more toned, and that I'm willing to believe. Though I still have my lingering feeling that people see "happy" and immediately think I've lost weight 'cause the two are so culturally linked (I developed this theory some time back when Marcia I think it was would basically say, "You look so good; have you lost weigh?" and would also comment about how happy I looked).
Shortly before the program started, Stacie hugged MikeF and JohnP, and she reached out to hug me as well, which threw me 'cause she doesn't even know me -- and I couldn't help thinking that if she really knew me (as in: queer and all that, as in knew me more than MikeF and JohnP know me) she wouldn't particularly like me. But I am basically on staff at this thing, and after she'd hugged them she gave me a proper hug.
Mark and LeeAnn came in, and I gave Mark a big hug. I barely see them anymore, and we were never particularly close, but Mark's a good guy. He was impressed by my hug and after the program totally came over to get another "toe-curling" hug :)
I've gotten to the point where I just roll with all the songs we do at Singspiration and only comment when the tune is awkward or I'm wholly unfamiliar with a hymn; it increases my enjoyment of the evening if I don't think about any of the theology (though I still wince whenever JoeF talks about what great sermons these old chestnuts are and so on).
When we were singing "To God Be The Glory" I was sitting on the table at the back, swinging my legs.
Someone requested "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands," and at the "wind and the rain" bit I wanted to get up and dance around -- which admittedly I could have gotten away with, since I was in the back.
"The Old Rugged Cross" and "In The Garden" were requested one right after the other. The first section or two of hymn sing I felt like we knocked off most of the "old favorites" I actually know.
Someone requested "May the Mind of Christ, My Savior," which JohnP said seems like a good Catholic hymn.
JoeF told a nice story of the Bullock Brothers and Sons and the Morgan Sisters, culminating in the marriage of Eddie and Gisela -- though I cringed at "Mr. and Mrs. Eddie Bullock."
They did three songs, the second of which was a hymn they wrote themselves called "Praise the Lamb," which I quite liked.
They closed with Gisela doing a solo of "It Is Well" (with Eddie on piano) and wow has she got a strong voice. She got a standing ovation (the only one of the night, I think -- though I missed a good portion of the program to go count the offertory).
I was chatting with Carol afterward about the Southern Gospel fest [okay, National Quartet Convention, whatever] she and Joe had recently returned from, and she said it was great and I should go sometime. I said I can't do too much Southern gospel sort of music 'cause then I start thinking about the theology and it's usually too conservative for me. I didn't quite know how to read her look and kind of let the subject drop. No one asked me about politics, which was probably of the good.
After we got home, my mom and I talked about United and stuff. I talked about how recent experiences have taught me that the different parties in a single situation can come away with very different interpretations/understandings of that situation, and I hope I retain that lesson beyond these specific instances.
***
Saturday morning, my dad showed me the Sept. 18 Norwood Record (the newest local paper) so I could read about the new Director of the Library. I ended up reading most of the issue and rolled my eyes at Valerie Saber's "Town & Country" column.
Nobody interesting was working at the library this Saturday, but I hung around my parents' house 'cause my Uncle Miles was gonna be stopping by and I hadn't seen him in I'm not sure how long (not living at home, I tended to miss his infrequent -- and often rather last-minute -- visits). It was nice to spend time with him. And I talked about work a lot -- and was reminded of how much I have failed to retain (not that he was being critical, but that I would try to talk about stuff and realize I had only a very surface understanding/familiarity -- which is actually good, because it pushes me to make more of an effort to learn and retain, because even if I didn't find a lot of this interesting I would like to be able to talk coherently about the department I work in and stuff).
Oh, we ordered Chinese food for dinner, and my fortune cookie said, "It's not the hours you put in, but what you put into the hours that count." [in bed]
On the Red Line home, I was sitting next to a man and a woman in their sixties I would guess. The man was talking about how he had started reading The Iliad, and I didn't hear what he said after that but the the woman said, "He's Roman," and I almost said, "Do you mean the Iliad or The Aeneid?" He kept talking, said something about the "carrying his father Anchises" bit in the play-within-a-play in Act 3 of Hamlet (which I don't recall at all). He said something about his mother being Aphrodite, and at this point I turned and said, "Aphrodite? His mother's a goddess, but it wasn't Aphrodite." The woman (who was sitting on the other side of the guy) looked shocked and said, "Someone talking to someone on the T! Are you from the Midwest or California?" I laughed and said no, I grew up south of Boston, Massachusetts resident all my life. She said usually the only time people will talk to you on the T is September when it's students from the Midwest and California who haven't been retrained yet. I told her I appeared to be making a habit out of it actually, which pleased her. [I Googled when I got home and, duh, it was Aeneas the guy was talking about, not Achilles.]
Also, apparently the guy has twice picked up this age-fifties-ish mild-mannered hitchhiker and taken him from Cambridge City Hall to Trader Joe's or Whole Foods (to redeem his cans and bottles). I said, "Wow, I didn't know anyone picked up hitchhikers these days."
On my way home, I saw a sign for a yard sale today (Saturday) just a couple houses down from where I live. Bummer. Would be nice to get to know the neighbors a bit.
***
In conversation Friday evening, Ari and I affirmed that, Out in Wesport notwithstanding, National Coming Out Day is October 11.
She emailed me later:
Anyway, QueerAgenda doesn't seem to have anything -- though pulling up biresource.net, it [the Bisexual Resource Center] apparently co-sponsored CineMental's "Bi's Night Out: Queer Bisexual Film Program" last Wednesday (which I had opted to skip, for a variety of reasons). [Edited to add: Biversity Calendar]
elliptical, interval program -- again with the weird distance register (7.03 @ 45min)
Tuesday
I did <35min in the weight room.
When Maria asked me to post about how my body felt after gymming regularly for a year, I was thinking about how what I notice are the psychological benefits. I think it's good for me to get up and go to the gym every morning even when I don't want to. Though I have a bad tendency to be really wedded to making sure I get through three sets of twelve reps instead of making sure I have good form (e.g., "slow, controlled movements"); I definitely need to work on that.
Wednesday
elliptical, interval program:
1mi @ 11:46min
2mi @ 23:39min
3mi @ 35:43min
3.76mi @ 45min
Thursday
I did ~40min in the weight room. After a few machines, I was feeling fine. Not like everything was easy, but I didn't mind being there.
Friday
elliptical, interval program:
1mi @ 11:50min
2mi @ 23:48min
3mi @ 35:46min
3.75mi @ 45min
Friday morning, Rob Marciano (the CNN weather guy) announced that it was Talk Like a Pirate Day. Heh. Yeah, he's kind of a dork.
***
Friday morning, Kathleen asked – apropos of nothing as far as I could tell, though I didn't ask – if I'd been promoted to Unit Coordinator. I laughed – and said that in practical terms I suspected that was basically what my job was, though I don't actually know the details of the UC job description.
When FUH left, he asked me to check the dates for a couple upcoming meetings to reassure him that they weren't next week. He said "I noticed you put them on my calendar, which was great." I said, "That's why I'm awesome." He said, "One of the many many reasons why you're awesome." Aww! :D
***
On the Red Line heading to South Station, this man and woman (in their twenties maybe?) sitting next to me were talking, and as we were crossing the Charles River he pointed and said that see those spires off in the distance, that's where he lives, right across the street from a church.
"Do you go to church?" she asked.
"I haven't in... seven years."
"So that would be a no."
"Yeah, but I'm thinking of going back. I just don't know how I feel about that scene."
She mentioned the John Lennon line "God is a concept by which we measure our pain."
He said, "I prefer Karl Marx's 'Religion is the opiate of the masses.'"
I said, "While pithy, Marx's quote elides the role of religion in social justice, like the civil rights movement."
The guy (sitting next to me) turned and looked at me and said, "Whoa."
I said, "I'm sorry, I don't usually interrupt other people's conversations on the T."
The woman joked, "We're just that interesting."
I laughed and said, "Whenever people are talking about religion, I perk up."
We let the conversation drop there, which was fine, since we were all getting off soon (but at different stops) anyway.
***
First Singspiration of the 11th season. (JoeF said the first one was November of 1998.)
GinnyC and CarolF both asked if I'd lost weight. Um, I've lost like five pounds in the past, oh, six months. This is not a significant amount of weight. Carole said my face looked thinner. I could have laughed, 'cause some months back (when I hadn't lost any weight) Cailin was like, "Have you lost a lot of weight? Your face looks thinner." But she later decided she might just be crazy, 'cause she said the exact same thing to MikeS like a week later (who gave her the same "uh, no" reaction). My mom said I might be more toned, and that I'm willing to believe. Though I still have my lingering feeling that people see "happy" and immediately think I've lost weight 'cause the two are so culturally linked (I developed this theory some time back when Marcia I think it was would basically say, "You look so good; have you lost weigh?" and would also comment about how happy I looked).
Shortly before the program started, Stacie hugged MikeF and JohnP, and she reached out to hug me as well, which threw me 'cause she doesn't even know me -- and I couldn't help thinking that if she really knew me (as in: queer and all that, as in knew me more than MikeF and JohnP know me) she wouldn't particularly like me. But I am basically on staff at this thing, and after she'd hugged them she gave me a proper hug.
Mark and LeeAnn came in, and I gave Mark a big hug. I barely see them anymore, and we were never particularly close, but Mark's a good guy. He was impressed by my hug and after the program totally came over to get another "toe-curling" hug :)
I've gotten to the point where I just roll with all the songs we do at Singspiration and only comment when the tune is awkward or I'm wholly unfamiliar with a hymn; it increases my enjoyment of the evening if I don't think about any of the theology (though I still wince whenever JoeF talks about what great sermons these old chestnuts are and so on).
When we were singing "To God Be The Glory" I was sitting on the table at the back, swinging my legs.
Someone requested "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands," and at the "wind and the rain" bit I wanted to get up and dance around -- which admittedly I could have gotten away with, since I was in the back.
"The Old Rugged Cross" and "In The Garden" were requested one right after the other. The first section or two of hymn sing I felt like we knocked off most of the "old favorites" I actually know.
Someone requested "May the Mind of Christ, My Savior," which JohnP said seems like a good Catholic hymn.
JoeF told a nice story of the Bullock Brothers and Sons and the Morgan Sisters, culminating in the marriage of Eddie and Gisela -- though I cringed at "Mr. and Mrs. Eddie Bullock."
They did three songs, the second of which was a hymn they wrote themselves called "Praise the Lamb," which I quite liked.
They closed with Gisela doing a solo of "It Is Well" (with Eddie on piano) and wow has she got a strong voice. She got a standing ovation (the only one of the night, I think -- though I missed a good portion of the program to go count the offertory).
I was chatting with Carol afterward about the Southern Gospel fest [okay, National Quartet Convention, whatever] she and Joe had recently returned from, and she said it was great and I should go sometime. I said I can't do too much Southern gospel sort of music 'cause then I start thinking about the theology and it's usually too conservative for me. I didn't quite know how to read her look and kind of let the subject drop. No one asked me about politics, which was probably of the good.
After we got home, my mom and I talked about United and stuff. I talked about how recent experiences have taught me that the different parties in a single situation can come away with very different interpretations/understandings of that situation, and I hope I retain that lesson beyond these specific instances.
***
Saturday morning, my dad showed me the Sept. 18 Norwood Record (the newest local paper) so I could read about the new Director of the Library. I ended up reading most of the issue and rolled my eyes at Valerie Saber's "Town & Country" column.
Nobody interesting was working at the library this Saturday, but I hung around my parents' house 'cause my Uncle Miles was gonna be stopping by and I hadn't seen him in I'm not sure how long (not living at home, I tended to miss his infrequent -- and often rather last-minute -- visits). It was nice to spend time with him. And I talked about work a lot -- and was reminded of how much I have failed to retain (not that he was being critical, but that I would try to talk about stuff and realize I had only a very surface understanding/familiarity -- which is actually good, because it pushes me to make more of an effort to learn and retain, because even if I didn't find a lot of this interesting I would like to be able to talk coherently about the department I work in and stuff).
Oh, we ordered Chinese food for dinner, and my fortune cookie said, "It's not the hours you put in, but what you put into the hours that count." [in bed]
On the Red Line home, I was sitting next to a man and a woman in their sixties I would guess. The man was talking about how he had started reading The Iliad, and I didn't hear what he said after that but the the woman said, "He's Roman," and I almost said, "Do you mean the Iliad or The Aeneid?" He kept talking, said something about the "carrying his father Anchises" bit in the play-within-a-play in Act 3 of Hamlet (which I don't recall at all). He said something about his mother being Aphrodite, and at this point I turned and said, "Aphrodite? His mother's a goddess, but it wasn't Aphrodite." The woman (who was sitting on the other side of the guy) looked shocked and said, "Someone talking to someone on the T! Are you from the Midwest or California?" I laughed and said no, I grew up south of Boston, Massachusetts resident all my life. She said usually the only time people will talk to you on the T is September when it's students from the Midwest and California who haven't been retrained yet. I told her I appeared to be making a habit out of it actually, which pleased her. [I Googled when I got home and, duh, it was Aeneas the guy was talking about, not Achilles.]
Also, apparently the guy has twice picked up this age-fifties-ish mild-mannered hitchhiker and taken him from Cambridge City Hall to Trader Joe's or Whole Foods (to redeem his cans and bottles). I said, "Wow, I didn't know anyone picked up hitchhikers these days."
On my way home, I saw a sign for a yard sale today (Saturday) just a couple houses down from where I live. Bummer. Would be nice to get to know the neighbors a bit.
***
In conversation Friday evening, Ari and I affirmed that, Out in Wesport notwithstanding, National Coming Out Day is October 11.
She emailed me later:
Subject: do you celebrate this holiday?I recall going to a Celebrate Bisexuality event at Christopher's one year -- found it. Heh, that's the entry that had Rana saying in comments, "You identify as queer? I haven't ever picked that up from you before." Which is synchronicit-ous, because Ari and I were talking about advance planning for NCOD posting and I was thinking afterward about different kinds of Coming Out, specifically since I've "come out" as libertarian to various people recently and I always feel a little nervous/weird about that, and was specifically thinking about how mjules thought I was a Republican and how that reminded me of Rana not realizing I self-identified as queer.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celebrate_Bisexuality_Day
It's apparently September 23. Who knew?
-Ari
Anyway, QueerAgenda doesn't seem to have anything -- though pulling up biresource.net, it [the Bisexual Resource Center] apparently co-sponsored CineMental's "Bi's Night Out: Queer Bisexual Film Program" last Wednesday (which I had opted to skip, for a variety of reasons). [Edited to add: Biversity Calendar]
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Date: 2008-09-21 07:59 pm (UTC)♥, you.