I have been listening to James Taylor for a few days now. I adore him. Other people I know listen to John Mayer or Counting Crows when they want comfort music, but I choose James Taylor.
Last night was yet another busy busy weeknight. I have been inundated with 5K planning tasks this week, so I guess it’s good that I haven’t really had much real work to do other than watch my sims run!… Anyway, after work I headed to Bike Barn with Debbie for a basic maintenance class. It was pretty cool, though I wish it had been more hands-on. Still, I learned how to adjust a lot of the mechanisms that I’ve been pretty scared to mess with in the past, and I learned the importance of regular cleaning and lubing of the chain and other parts. I need to start taking better care of my bike! In two weeks I’m going back for the roadside maintenance class, and that should cover everything else I need–the guy said it’s hands-on and we learn how to change the tire tubes, etc. That should be good.
After the class I headed to Lupe’s for a big group dinner in honor of Ami’s birthday (the 30th) and her leaving town, my birthday, Nacho’s birthday (the 21st)… yeah, it was just one big dinner party where we cheered everyone who came in one way or another. The food was good, the company was good, and yet again, I realize that I have really great friends.
We currently have 54 people signed up for the 5K, and Laurie is going to add another 20 by making her lacrosse team run it as training! I’m pumped. I think we’ll get 100 or more, which will make me really happy.
There’s an article on the BBC news site today about robot competitions. I was skimming, slightly interested, until I came across the following line, which totally cracked me up: “The competitions seemed to break down along cultural lines. The Japanese robots reigned supreme when it came to sumo-wrestling, while the European teams showed off their skills on the football pitch. As for the American machines, they specialised in demolishing the living hell out of each other in one-on-one robot combat.”
It reminds me of a story my Dad read somewhere about a fireworks competition, and how the Europeans all made pretty fireworks displays that were eye-catching and aesthetically-pleasing and made everyone ooh and ahh. Then the Americans just shot up as much light and sound as humanly possible to overwhelm the crowd with explosions. Ah, America.
James says
Like the new blog. I might have to abandon my diaryland also…
Where’s the comment about the Peachtree, and your great friend who sent you the registration. :-b