i left my wallet on clemow ave.

So since i've been training now for this 10k i'm running in a few weeks, i've gotten quite used to running through the glebe in the evening. I just got back from a relatively eventful sprint run and thought i would share my delightful experience with y'all.

I run started like most others, slowly and with intent. However, the intent this eve was a sprint one, a 10x400m thingy where i run "as fast as i can" for 400m, 10 times. During this training i've only had to do this 2 times prior, and both times it was tuff. I had hopes of going to the track next to the school on glebe ave. near bronson. I got in, but after one lap some dude told me "if you stay in here you'll have to hop the fence to get out". This didn't seem too appealing. So i wussily left to roam the streets of the glebe and do approximated 400m.

You know whats sweet about running through the glebe in the spring in the eve? The smells. Damn, them rich glebe folk sure bbq some fine meats. I think i like the smell of meat more than the taste these days. I'd rather devour a pound of the table's avacado salad than a pound of any meats these days, a mix of veggies and spices is way more appealing than chewing thru fatty parts of a steak or having to cut through bone where you thought there shouldn't be any on a cheap cut of ribs. Don't get me wrong, i enjoy that, just not as much anymore...

I digress. From what? O ya, my run, not much happenned after that. Lots of people that walk on glebe ave just west of bank have mean looks on their faces. Everyone looks at you when you run, and i look at most people back. Some of the old dudes give me the feeling that "damn, no runners on my streets, i'm gonna raise this up at the next community council meeting that i'm on my way to right now". I'm probably just being over sensitive.


Then i got home and had a shower. Then i ate what you see beside this, the first half of my dinner (2nd half tbd). This is last nights spinach, red onion (soaked to sweeten), cuke, and grape tomato salad with a 5:1 rice vinager to olive oil dressing. Surprisingly, super kick ass!!! The milk, in bk's old lotr glasses, is so good's chocolate mixed with fat free. Its good shit too. Hot damn i'm getting old.

Thanks for reading this far, if you really did - with some local bloggers out of the country or the blogging scene altogether, there seems to be less inspirational reasons to blog, but recent comments have refeuled some fire. Or mabye thats my colon. Naw, its the comments, thanks for getting this far, and thanks to those that originally inspired me to babble endlessly to no one in particular about nothing in particular for what would seem to be no particular reason but no doubt is actually quite reasonable. Ahhhh, thats better.

lane misuse and interior framing

I've always had a serious problem with people who misuse lanes on the queensway. When i get off at kent, i like the fourth, rightmost lane to be all mine after bronson. I'll cruise along slightly faster than the rest of the snarly traffic, and should have an unobstructed path to kent street. But you get those days, where there'll be a dozen cars all left blinky blinky holdin me up, and it pisses me off. Sure, a couple coulda been from outta town and oblivious to the signs, but most are just making use of the real estate at other, more considerate drivers expenses.

Thats not really that bad though - worse, is the westbound conjunction of the 416 to the queensway. Damn this pisses me off somethin fierce. You get slowdowns every morning, sometimes as far back as the bayshore offramp (rare), and then low and behold, a new lane develops half a click before the moodie offramp!!! "This lane must be for me to pass all these people" says annoying assholes in hummer h2's and various other scorn worthy vehicles. They cross lines and pull out at the first sight of a clear chunk of pavement, nary a shouldercheck to look for incoming legitimate mergers they will be disguising themselves as 10 seconds later. Holy crap, something fierce, i hate that. Am i right in this? Or is this survival of the fittest? I think its selfish and uncanadian, and it pisses me off.

And don't get me started on march and campeau. Holy crap. Something equally fierce.

In other news, i think i'm going to reframe my back bedroom from the inside out. Theres only a few nails holding up the second story of my house so i'm gonna add some more support from the inside. The room is gutted now, ready for 2 by 4 action. First thing though, i need to decide if i want to replace the window. Its shite. I might replace a bunch of windows. And by me, i mean someone who knows what the fuck they're doing. Cause i don't think i should mess with windows... should i??

relaxation

I just realized i haven't sat down and relaxed without anything in the backdrop to do, for a very long time. Since i got my house, which is approaching 1 year ago, there has always been something that needed to get the pump done. Always something to look into, research, figure out, decide, buy, fanagle, shim, cut, or pry out just waiting for me to find the time. Tonite after a hard day of not turning my panel off when working on it (i think i will from now on), i decided to relax the pump out tonite. I've almost forgotten how?? But i did remember, and it has been kinda nice. Except i eat far too much when i'm relaxing.

Serious electrical work has been accomplished. I know can/have done junction boxes, know that that thing that home depot *doesn't* sell to connect wires to a box is a connector, have discovered crazy circuits, not gotten zapped, and have almost completely isolated the upstairs panel from the downstairs (only two outlets left, yippee!!!). The back room is also sans drywall, power, flooring and ceiling, its all ready to be applied to. It is my playground, and hopefully it will be completed in the next few months. Ahhh, fun stuff.

In other news i'm trying to train for this 10k race coming up at the end of may. It should be ok, the "training" is hard, mostly because i haven't given my body a rest from intoxicants like i should. Its tuff, trying to enjoy and partake in my lifestyle is not condusive to removal of certain seemingly important elements for long periods of time. But in the grand scheme, another 5 or 6 weeks is by no means long, and it really should be done.

leafing las vegas

I hope the leaves come out soon. I'm basically sitting here waiting for that to happen. I'm procrastinating about fixing stuff, just trying to work the energy up to put a shirt on and go upstairs to fix a bathroom sink cabinet thingy. I didn't install it too well considering my floors being all slanty and the bottom of the thang being all straight. Sometimes shimming just doesn't do the trick. You need to screw too.

I went to the home n garden show yesterday. It was ok, pretty much what you'd expect. Every third booth seemed to be someone selling a miracle squeegee product, or miracle "never clean your <blah> again!!!" solution (90% of the time you could substitute in the word "gutter" for "blah"). I bought some seeds. I got some black tomatos, some cantelopes, and some smoking tobacco. I've got an aquarium where fish had previously died and i don't want to see that happen again. I'm gonna plant some stuff, see what happens. It should be ok, their death shouldn't be taken so bad, and i won't constantly feel like the specimens could have a better life somewhere else (even thought that'll be the case with the plants).

I'm also in the process of tearing the shite outta my back room, ceilings are coming down, light fixtures will be installed, chimneys probably not get removed, but crazy weird beams are gonna come crashing down. I hope my house doesn't. It shouldn't, but you never know.

Other than all this everything is superb. Back to the old adage "why write in your blog when everything is peachy?".

the flaming lips

The new flaming lips album is super kick ass. Since one of my first 4 cd's i ever purchased (transmissions), they've been one of my favorite bands. The new album isn't officially out yet, but for some lucky reason i've stumbled across it and totally love it. Good work guys.

This is just an interlude, a flight of fancy, an emancipation of novelity and a gracious acceptance of change of season. All good things will come and go, and the bad things will appear as though they were never upon us. I for one am still very much happy although longing still, mostly for the unknown, but certainly for some time off, some warm weather, and some sweat to drip of my body in the heat of some home improvement task. And dough pounding, i sweat a lot when i'm pounding dough.

How do people decide to get married? Some wait long, some don't wait at all. Some have reasons, some just have a lack of reasons. To me, yes, its scary as all hell. But not as scary as it used to be. But that means little, its still pretty scary. I am so happy to see people happy, and to see people get happily married. If the world had more smiles, there would be less room for frowns, and more time for the flaming lips.

obligatory cute animal picture

This is my friends new baby. Say hi to taco grande. He's pretty cute. I'm not even a sucker for cute animals, but this one is pretty cute. Kinda useless and incredibly high maintanence, but cute.

In other news, the poker has not slowed down. Thanks to one of my friends being born 30 years ago yesterday, we convened at my house after the tavern for a gigantic ad hoc 19 person tournament. I of course, finished 2nd. It was lots of fun. Now the real question - do i toss the 30 or so empty touborg cans in the recycle bin for the folks that'll come scrounge, or do i return em? I'm pretty lazy, and o so giving, i think i'll leave em in the bin.

But wait!!! That was not the real question. The question i ask myself, is what kind of flour should i use for gnocchi tonite? I bought a flimsy potato ricer last weekend from domus. Fifteen bux compared to the stainless steel ma cuisine one. Which was, much nicer, but do i need to spend 50 bux on a stainless steel potato ricer that i might use 3 times a year?? I don't very well think so. So the flour, yes, that is the question...

And let me just say, springtime comes and leaves are back on the trees again, i know not of the snappers, but they're harder to see my friends, i will not hide from my close friends, i will live long on the weekends.

staying in?

I once wrote a song about going out at night. About how the allure of the nighttime, the action, the uncertainty would always be too much to deny. That was about 7 or 8 years ago. I found that tonite, for a variety of reasons, i just stayed home. Its perhaps a turning point, or just a sign of the current scene, but it feels substantial. I am sick, been sick for what feels like months, and really need some rest. I could've gone out, done some good old fashion beer pounding, but i didn't. The reasons not to outweighed the reasons for doing it. And i'm happy with my decision now, and for damn sure i'll be happy with it in the morning when my head isn't pounding and its sunny and its gonna be springtime soon and life is good. The front steps when the sun is pounding are superb, i can't wait to see the ice melt slowly away and my maple start budding... but ya, i didn't go out, i didn't get wasted, and i feel happy with my decision. But i do have to say, if next week is free, i'm going out and seeing if i've been missing anything, and ya, will probably write saturday or sunday right the fuck off. And i think i'll be happy with that decision too, all things, all in their right place and time, that time just hasn't been lately, perhaps it will be next weekend.

I have been alive and doing some stuff lately, just not blog like stuff. I did make a quiche last week sometime, they're pretty easy really. And some curries. I tried eating a mango at my desk at work a few weeks ago, if they're too ripe its a little too messy to classified as work food. But damn, those pink ladies, damn. If herb n spice has the big ones, they're the bomb, nothing beets em!!!