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7
Aug 13

Travel day

Up and at ’em today. We finished packing bags and took to the interstate and across the state line into Georgia and then on to the airport in Atlanta.

I neglected to remove my wallet from my pocket at security — which is pretty standard for me. This alarmed the helpful blue shirt, so he ran it through the X-ray after pronouncing it a big wallet. It was fine, because there’s nothing in my wallet that frightens anyone except the absence of money.

He brought back my wallet and I shared my relief that he’d pronounced it safe for a representative democracy. He asked if he I was a writer, because I was sarcastic and had a beard and “writers don’t care about their facial hair.”

That’s profiling, sir.

So I shaved tonight.

Here are some of the clouds from our flight:

We are officially health nuts. The first thing we did when we got to D.C. was go for a jog. Ran by this place:

WhiteHouse

I was offering people a dollar if they’d just go up to the police and say “Hey, that sure is nice. Who lives there?”

We ran 3.6 miles and it all felt good, which means it felt weird because there is no way that should feel good. But it did.

Jogging wasn’t supposed to be the first thing we did. We had scheduled a Segway tour of the capitol, but our plane was delayed. All three cities involved — where our plan was coming from, where we were departing from and where we were arriving, were all simultaneously socked in. That pushed us back several hours.

And so we did our bit of exercise, got cleaned up and hit Bangkok Thai, close to our hotel. Got a cookie from the CVS surrounded by loud, profane, angry beggars — ahh, D.C. — and then back to the room to iron clothes for tomorrow.

We’ll be conferencing. See you then.


6
Aug 13

I put on sunblock for this

Woke up all ready for a nice calm medium length ride and found a flat.

The damage I did at that last triathlon had returned. The wound in the kevlar I found last weekend had fallen victim to some debris I picked up yesterday. I’ve ordered a new tire, but it hasn’t arrived yet.

liner

So I took off the old tire, pulled out the tube, found the leak was in the same place. Checked the liner there for any junk that’s going to hurt the next tube and cleaned the frame.

I have the my front tire died and my new one hasn’t arrived yet blues. A friend suggested there’s a song for that:

That song applies even when the bike is in working order..

And now I really want to ride.

(I really dislike sunblock.)


5
Aug 13

Things and the swing thereof

Mondays are Mondays. Mine are usually pretty great. Got in some important work and emailing.

Purchased and mailed a birthday card. (Happy Birthday to all the timely readers!) At the grocery store where I picked up the greeting card I saw this. I don’t mean to alarm anyone, but the championship trophy is shrinking.

trophy

I know because I had the pleasure of holding the trophy two years ago. It was the day this happened:

trophy

You see, Aubie “stole” the football trophy during the offseason, which led to a series promotional videos. (Happily the Trooper Taylor one is still on the site.) It all led to that home opener. Before the game we ran into someone we knew from the athletic department who was carrying the trophy in his backpack. He let us palm the trophy, Waterford crystal valued at over $30,000. It was bigger than this mockup.

Made a few business calls. Did some other work things. Work things? Yes, it is getting to be that time again.

Took a quick ride around town, one of those days where it didn’t feel especially good, but the time was an improvement. Looked down and the speed was faster. Only a mile per hour faster, which isn’t much given my baseline, but is enough to make the entire, familiar ride seem frantic. And even still I noticed new things in the textures of the road and the signs alongside it. I think that slightest increase of speed came from attacking a few hills a bit harder.

Then, on Red Route One, one of our speed segments where I just go as hard as possible for 10 minutes, I added some nice distance to my personal best. It is almost entirely downhill, I must confess, but it is great segment with one little roller and then a 90-degree righthand curve that lets you dive and accelerate for the next 500 meters. The last mile and a half is hard in the drops or in the ridiculous aero position.

I want to go ride it again just thinking about it.

Did I mention that this weekend I found another rode where I can break the speed limit on my bicycle? I think that makes three. Moving up in the world.

Not really. I’m still a terrible cyclist.

Chinese for dinner tonight. This was my fortune:

fortune

That might be my favorite one yet.

And now back to the emailing. I’m sending out varied tips to students who’ll run the newspaper and website this coming year. Lots of details. So many words. They’re just falling out of my fingers like rain.

Hey, rain. Told you we’ve had a wet summer. Some places on the coast recorded more than 20 inches. In July.

The two weather stations nearest us recorded a comparatively arid 8.8 inches and 10.10 inches in just the one month.


4
Aug 13

Catching up

Aside: I wrote my first blog posts 10 years ago today. They weren’t especially insightful or useful, but they gave me something to do on slow afternoons after work. Ten years is a long time to do anything, it is fairly old for a blog. But this one is still moving along. Here’s to the next 10 years!

And now we continue on with the Catching up feature. This is the 112th edition of Catching up, where we normally share leftover photos that didn’t land anywhere else during the week. The time frame this time is a bit longer as we get back into the swing of things. With that, let us begin.

This is the lock on one of the doors in the Churchill War Museum in London. It protects Room G, which is Plant Room No. 7. During the war this room provided power to the underground offices and was restricted to H.M.O.W. staff only. Now it is part museum piece, part banquet hall that can be rented out.

In the little cantina in the Churchhill War Museum. The cup on the right sat on every table and held sugar and other sweeteners. The one on the left held my vegetable soup, which was essentially a pureed squash with a few other ingredients:

You see crazy things on public transportation in the U.S., but we didn’t see anything like that on the Underground in London. This lady was the extent of the eccentricity:

It rained almost the entire day we were on the Aran island of Inishmore in Ireland. But the water that came into the cove that protected Kilmurvey Beach was beautiful even still. You’d love to see that water on a clear day. Several rare plant species are listed in this area and the birds are of “international significance.”

One of the few things about Ireland that was a bit frustrating was that there were so many ancient things that didn’t come with great descriptions. But ancient is relative when you’re showing off 4,000 year old churches and forts. Who knows what this building, near the bronze age fort of Dun Aengus once meant:

This was the doorknob to our restroom in the hotel we stayed in outside of Dublin. It was a fancy place:

In the future all bacon will come from a machine like this:

National Geographic included Auburn’s Old Rotation in a list of the world’s longest running experiments. This is a mini-bail commemorating the 100th anniversary of the experiment:

An interesting use of wine bottles at Warehouse Bistro in Opelika:

This is the Roasted Vegetables with Basil Pesto crepe from the Crepe Myrtle Cafe in Auburn. It has roasted tomatoes, mushrooms, squash, zucchini, caramelized onions, red and green roasted sweet peppers, parmesan cheese and basil pesto sauce. It was delicious.


3
Aug 13

Moving my feet in little circles

Slept in. Long lunch with a friend. And then we rode our bicycles around town.

I had little stretches where I pedaled at 30 miles per hour on flat terrain. If only I could do that over time. And hills.

Ahh, but the hills weren’t bad today. Sometimes it feels like my bike is fast for me, or smart enough for me. Sometimes I feel like it is weighing me down — which is really more about me than the bike. But every once in a while it feels like the bicycle is pulling me over the hills.

That has happened to me twice. It is as close as I may ever get to La Volupte, and that’s fine, because it is a nice feeling on its own.

It was the longest ride I’ve done since we rode in Ireland. (Isn’t that a great sentence?) It is the longest ride I’ve done at home since May. That must be remedied.

But it was a lovely day for it. Just the sun and the trees and the sweat and that one SUV I chased for a long while.

Also, I hit a round number on my odometer. I haven’t posted one of these in a while:

Cateye

That number should be much, much higher.

Veggie pizza for dinner. Bruster’s ice cream for dinner. Someone brought their well behaved dog, and we learned that Bruster’s gives a little free cup of vanilla to pups that are visiting. Tell all the pooches you know.

Lovely day. They should all be just like this one. Hope yours was even better.