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Archive for May 2nd, 2008
Bike Ride Changes AM Perspective - Film at 11
Published 2.May.2008 biking , frank , smiles , steadylife 2 CommentsSince I’ve got to work this evening, I decided that I’d start my work day at noon today. So I went out for a bike ride on the local trail. It is an old railroad trail that was converted in the rails to trails program and runs between Baltimore and Annapolis. The thing I love about the trail is that its relatively flat, paved, and shady. What I dislike about the trail is that it gets a lot of use and there are plenty of traffic jams on the trail, which sucks when you are biking. Fortunately, I went out at about 10 o’clock, and the trail was relatively empty.
I rode about 3 miles down towards Annapolis, where I customarily turn around and head back north. Road about 4 miles north to East West Avenue where I again turned around and headed home. All in all it was about 10 or 11 miles. Really need to get a computer for the bike. I was riding my mountain bike fitted with semi-slick tires. Its a good ride, but it is heavy for the kind of riding I was doing today.
I think the ride cured me of my desire for a fixy though. I’m not nearly in the shape that I’d need to be for a fixy and I had enough problems stopping in my clipless peddles today.
Frank will be proud.
What is it with people?
Published 2.May.2008 america , climate change , cultural failure , culture , disgust , environment , green , steadylife , thoughts 0 CommentsAfter dropping Greyson off at daycare today, I rolled over to Safeway to get some milk since we were out and all. All I got was on half gallon carton of milk, organic, lowfat. I didn’t even get a cart or a basket cause I knew I was only getting one half gallon of milk. So I head to the express line and miraculously, it was indeed express. The woman who was ringing me up, instinctively put the single half gallon of milk into one of those damn plastic bags. I said, probably a little gruffly (it was 8:30 and I’d only had half a cup of java), “I don’t need a bag, thanks.”
You’d have thought I’d defecated on a member of her family’s grave. She gave me a look that was all too telling, pretty much it said, “This is the way I do my job.. I put things in bags and take money. Don’t ask me to do it differently. Its only ONE bag.” But she did pull the single carton of milk which I’d carried all the way from the back of the store to the front with no basket, cart or bag in one hand, out of the plastic bag and set it on the counter. Then she made change for a 5. Well, a machine made the actual change, she just had to get out a single dollar bill.
I should have asked for a gold dollar instead.
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