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Mar 21

Welcome to March

It doesn’t feel like spring yet, but it’s gonna. Today, though, I’d just like to feel a bit … less. Or more. I’d like to hurt less and feel like more.

As I mentioned Friday, I had a big weekend of riding. And I’m happy to report that I toughed it out. I fueled terribly, but I survived. I think. This was my view all weekend:

It wasn’t the miles, it was the user error. And also the climbing. I could explain the fueling, but suffice it to say my caloric intake got all out of whack. And I became well aware of that reality on the way to the last climb yesterday. I told you about the Friday ride. Here you can see me in third place on the road on Saturday.

I was not in third place, but it sounds nice, doesn’t it? It wasn’t a race, to me anyway, it was just an excuse to make thousands of tiny circles with my feet, and also to get a cool aerotuck screengrab.

After Saturday’s ride featured 4,124 feet of elevation gained, Sunday was the big day of climbing. You can see even my avatar changed clothes for the bigger 33 mile, 5,617 feet gained effort.

It … hurt. Don’t let the sprint I eeked out at the mountaintop finish fool you. I was so spent I thought I was hallucinating the aurora on the iPad.

And I could barely walk when I got off the bike. (Time for new bike shoes!) After I hobbled upstairs and had a shower I started eating vegetables directly off the cookie sheet. Fueling was a problem because I wasn’t diligent about it because, at the end of the day, I’m riding a bicycle inside the house. It’s easier to be fussy about that, I realized this weekend, if you’re riding way out of town. But if the kitchen is just steps away, different story. And I’ve never really had the opportunity to climb 12,690 feet in one weekend, so I have no frame of reference for this.

It’s a big frame, and this was a great reference.

And I finished the Zwift Haute Route Challenge.

What does that mean? Absolutely nothing, but a sense of mild accomplishment. And it’s more base miles for the year.

We were looking at a giant snow mound at the local big box store.

This was the mound of our affection two weeks ago, on Valentine’s Day, after the first snow.

And here’s the same mound of our laments, a week later, as seen on February 21, after the even larger snow.

And here’s that same mound, this Saturday, on February 28th.

After a bit of weekend rain, and looking at the weather ahead this week … this thing might be gone by next Saturday. That’d be a signal almost-as-happy as returning robins and other springtime birds.


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Feb 21

That’s pretty much how I feel about it, too

When you think about it, with masks on you have to emote in other non-verbal ways. And most talk shows the students I know produce are so polite that there’s discussion and not a lot of dynamic interaction.

But lately I’ve come to realize that I can get a nice action shot before the cameras are rolling. There’s a checklist of things that have to take place before a show can, in fact, go on. And it takes a little time. Once you have people wearing microphones and in their seats they are rehearsing or getting last minute instructions or just chatting.

Sometimes you can pretend with that back-and-forth. This was this evening.

I don’t remember what they’re talking about here, it wasn’t critically important in the scheme of things, probably music or soundbites or something like that. A few moments after this they produced a fine show about the volleyball team. And that’ll be online tomorrow. I’ll share it then.

Otherwise, a normal busy day. It started with a dentist appointment — all good reviews! — and is going to end in a few moments with dishes and laundry and music. So, you can see, some things were accomplished. Some of it was even painless! Everything happened on time and most of all it was pleasant enough. That’s asking a lot for a Thursday, but sometimes Thursdays deliver.


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Feb 21

And happy Wednesday to you, too

The Yankee and I had a picnic in the old K-Mart parking lot. It was a drive-thru Chick-fil-A sort of experience, best part of the day with little doubt. The parking lot is next to the restaurant, which is still all drive-thru and curbside pickup and so we got our food and moved off to eat. When I’d finished my spicy chicken sandwich I looked up through the sun roof and noticed this view:

It was a mild day here, if you actually made it outside. I seldom seem able to do that. I live under fluorescent lights in a beige and dirty-cream color office with orange carpet and no windows most of the time. If I get a different view it’s under a handful of LEDs in the studio. But to get outside is nice, to get away for a few minutes is even better. And to see more fake signs of seasonal change is a delight.

As I noted yesterday on Twitter:

And the same thing applies today. So, when I was done with my work day I went up to the top of the parking deck to watch the sky whirl by. It was a pretty good choice, I think. The stratocumulus made for some dramatic views.

And why share one when you can share three? So here are two more pictures from the same parking deck.

Something to see, huh?

Here are some other things to check oiut. These are the videos from last night’s television productions.

News:

Pop culture happenings:

Oh, and I forgot the other day, there’s a morning show to check out, too.

That oughta hold you until tomorrow.


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Feb 21

That’s novel; that’s normal

A night in the studio means dressing like it. Or trying, a little bit. Here’s today’s look. It’s novel.

That’s a Christmas shirt and a Santa pocket square. I think they paired nicely together. Also, this is the first time I’ve put on sports coat since November.

Haven’t worn a suit in almost a year. Feels like it, too. So that’s normal now, I guess.

Anyway, one nice thing happening is that the days are getting longer, so at the point of the evening when our crew can get in the studio there’s still a bit of light left. We have windows along one wall and they face east. It can make for some challenging shoots in the morning on some of our sets, but you also get a few minutes of that lovely golden light in the morning and evening.

Now if only there were leaves on those trees. In a couple of long months … we’ll have a great many green things out there. And then, in a shockingly few number of days, we’ll be used to them, once again.

If there’s one thing you can say about our society, we get used to the most amazing things incredibly quickly. We’re so good at it we don’t even realize we do it anymore.

Oh, that’s novel! Oh … that’s normal …

I watched students produce two new news shows tonight. It’s both normal and novel. That’s the fun part of doing the news, sometimes. There’s usually something new in there. Sure, the weather is the weather and the sports are wins and losses and you get quotes for this or that, but then you seize on an important story. They’ve got one of those tonight. Or you get a great guest. And the talk show had a TikTok star on this evening, for what that’s worth.

I wonder what that’s worth. The guy apparently has a few million followers. Apparently he does his dances in classes and that was a big part of his audience growth — which says a lot about the app and the audience. It wasn’t obvious from the interview that he’s monetized that. How novel.

All that will be online tomorrow, and you can see it here, then. Very normal.


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Feb 21

Another week it is, then

This was one of the larger snow mounds at the big box store last weekend. It was before the big snow. Let’s chart it’s progress.

This is that same mound of snow on Saturday.

It was joined by one that was even larger.

We’ll see how long they last. It is warming up a bit this week, but that’s a lot of snow. A colleague, online, is predicting they’ll be with us until mid-March. I hope not, but he may be correct.

If you go out there with a blow dryer to speed up the process that’s cheating. But we’ll allow it.

Yesterday we went to the grocery store. We needed shallots and batteries and figured, it’s a pleasant-ish enough day. Let’s make a walk of it. So we walked up to the grocery store. Two miles, one way. The store did not have shallots. (Dinner was delicious anyway, and I most assuredly drove the shallots joke into the ground.)

On the new pedestrian bridge, on the walk back:

My feet only got a little wet tromping through the snow. Some sidewalks haven’t been cleaned since the last snow, last Tuesday. And that, I suppose, why the city is trying to annex more land, so it can tax it and not clean it.

The meadows look nice though!

The cats are doing fine. They’ve lately noticed that we’re getting a little more sunlight once again. Everyone is grateful for that.

Phoebe is pondering warmer temperatures.

I think she thinks she needs a bath.

She can take care of that herself. I fear the claws. I have some deep scratches from her from weeks ago that haven’t healed yet.

Poseidon knows what’s up. I don’t know what’s up, but he does.

And he’s still trying to convince you he’s cute and adorable and innocent.

Don’t believe it for a second.