excuse me i will just
be in my bunk
Auto-reblog because holy crap, Indiana Jones, why do have to be so charming and I will forever have a crush on you.
Sometimes it’s the little things that really make me love being here.
A week ago, I got it in my head that I wanted to see what it would be like to ride a road bike. So I went to the store, hopped on the first bike that looked both attractive and reasonably priced, and fell in love. I put a deposit down on it and set out to sell my current bike, which was a comfortable ride but far from decent for a daily commute of close to 14 miles.
On Tuesday, I discovered a really cool thing about facebook: if you post a picture of something you’re considering selling and tell all your acquaintances on there that you’re selling it, you might just be able to sell that thing within a day. Wednesday after work, a friend came by, tried out my bike, and then took it home with her.
Thursday, I left work and promptly went to the bike store to pay the remainder of the price and take it home (yay for layaway!).
Friday proved to be a stormy day, so alas I did not try the ride.
I instead waited until this morning. I got up, tossed on some clothes, and hopped on my bike for a trial run in to work. Where my old bike took about 50 minutes to make the commute, I was able to do it today in 31:25. This could be due to a number of things: (1) this new bike is incredible, but more likely (2) I’m in better shape now than I was last time I rode and (3) I’m about 15 pounds lighter this time, too. The bike helps in having a light frame and being streamlined, but the rest of the work is all me.
I never thought I would want to become a bike commuter, but it literally takes the same amount of time as it does to drive and then park and ride the shuttle or walk in, so I have nothing to lose, and plenty to gain.
Robert has been after me to watch this video. I finally did. My favorite part was about the enormous gay rainbow.
I got to see The Killers live on Sunday. I thought that by this time I wouldn’t get to see them, since they’re so huge and I generally prefer the intimacy of smaller concert venues.
But as luck would have it, they came through town and, though they played the largest venue here, it’s still a small enough place that I could enjoy the heck out of the show.
This song always makes me sentimental, and I hang on every word. When Brandon Flowers was on stage and started talking about living in the desert, I knew what they were about to play.
And the decades disappear, Like sinking ships, But we persevere, God gives us hope, But we still fear, What we don’t know, The mind is poison
Bam.
On the evening agenda, seeing a bunch of bands that end with CAKE and The Killers! 16 year old me is dying over here.
Back at the airport after a very busy yet restful weekend. Can’t think of anything better than to sip on some coffee and alternately read a book and people-watch while I await my flight home. What a nice way to recharge my batteries. I should really do this more often.
View from a favorite new breakfast spot during a weekend getaway trip to Phoenix.