Approaching Equilibria.

Things are starting to calm down, sort of. Or are at least gearing up to calm down. I think. Maybe.

Coping Mechanism: Cycle Commute Pondering Time.

Alright, so cycling to work has been awesome. It’s let me work on my legs, which I’m pretty sure I’ve been neglecting for what seems like years [which has probably been actually about eighteen months, max]. For the first couple of weeks of cycle-commuting, my legs would start burning after just a couple of miles, as if battery acid were coursing just underneath my skin. Now, my legs tire less easily [if even slightly so]. I have started to feel less-worn after my commutes, to bounce back more quickly and completely. I find myself wanting the ride; this weekend, I wanted the ride by mid-Sunday, and was sad I didn’t have work to ride to [or free time to take a ride] on Monday, and was almost-mad that I had to drive in today [to make it to other engagements after work on time].

But cycle-commuting has more than just positive physical externalities [ha] for me. Cycling to work gives me between twenty and thirty minutes of time for whatever thinking I’d like to engage in. No music, no phone, no others to talk to [except for quick "heys" said to other passing cyclists and walkers/joggers]. I used to have regular commutes that ranged between forty-five and seventy-five minutes that I took in my car. I can confidently say that I could not reliably think as much as I do now during those lengthier commutes, probably due to distractions [music, mobile phone, passengers].

The commute time is my own personal time, where I haven’t anyone else to focus on. I can think about whatever I’d like to during the rides, even if that whatever is actually nothing. I’ve thought about lots of innanities. I’ve thought about plenty of hefty things. [The $64,000 Questions don't stop coming, don't stop jockeying with each other to occupy my mind for stretches of time, stretches of road; from 49th to Nasco, all along Shoal Creek, between stopsigns, during those laps I take when the thoughts won't loose their visegrip hold.]

More about this later, as Cycle Commute Pondering Time makes more headway on my innanities and my $64,000 Questions.

Back-to-School Anxiety.

I’m getting stressed out about my job. I’ve spent the past couple of weeks going to trainings and meetings and listening to specialist after specialist talk about what working with the students is like, and the challenges of one of my students in particular. I’m tired of that. I just want to get the students, to see what they’re like, to learn about them from them.

Spring Break Update.

As I enter this Spring Break, this last prolonged duty-shirking free week in my forseeable future, I find myself floundering. My friends are all off to their various engagements; long nights of drunken relaxation, long days of excited bonding time, and hours and hours and hours without communication. All of this leaves me with a case of The Blahs.

Classes, Hooray!

Alright, folks, it all comes down to this. My last semester of undergraduate studies. And it is going to effing rock. I’ve at least visited with all of my instructors, even if I’ve not had all my classes [Civic Engagement will meet next week].

Acclimation.

This is the last weekend before I embark on my last semester of undergraduate studies. In a few months, unless something goes terribly awry, I will join the masses of the underemployed scrabbling to make a living in this shitconomy. Don’t get me started on how much I dislike that we exist in a consumerist society that seems to drift towards capitalism, because then I’d also have to talk about why I don’t really like the commonly-held-antithesis of capitalism, either.

Good Effin’ Morning to You, Too, 2009.

So, it’s a New Year. Hooray. Full of the potential for New Beginnings and other New Things. This year, like the ones preceding it, will have many New Things, mostly just reiterations of past years’ things with different colors for the pinstripes or a different style for the foils or whatever. People will celebrate the New Beginnings life has given them, because of course we need to set a freaking date to do that. [What, me? Cynical? Naw.]

That Day.

The day that spawned a month of rampant consumerism that left one bix-box employee dead and has probably psychologically traumatized scores of parents and children is almost over. And it was honestly a pretty good day.

Meme Day Five.

Meme Day Five:

01) Finishing off most of my Christmas activities. 02) Finding out that I only had one more chord to teach myself to finish “Sing” [Dresden Dolls]. 03) Teaching myself that chord. 04) Sartorial expeditions.

Stretch.

…that’s what today is, at least to complete The Meme.