it was a strange time in my life
Monday, December 31st, 2007I should mention that I saw a couple of rockin’ shows at the Granada last month.
Jens Lekman
Murry Hammond/Rhett Miller/Ranchero Brothers
Archive for December, 2007
hooray (and boo)
Friday, December 21st, 2007Happy Jan. 7, everyone:
Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert will return to their television shows … two months after production was suspended because of a writers’ strike.
How exciting! A half-birthday present for me! And it’s the one thing I really wanted!
But wait! — read further and you learn that it’s really just a half-present:
Mr. Stewart, host of The Daily Show, and Mr. Colbert, host of The Colbert Report, will have to improvise their monologues and interviews without the help of their writing staffs.
And:
Without writers, The Daily Show and The Colbert Report … are likely to lean on unscripted interview segments. Booking guests may not be easy because some entertainers and presidential candidates have refused to cross picket lines.
In conclusion, I’m happy, and at the same time disappointed. At least I’ll once again have my favorite method of wasting four hours per week.
whoops
Monday, December 17th, 2007Here is a complete, chronological list of things I have eaten in the past 43 hours:
Having determined that I am, in fact, starving, I’m going to go eat everything in my kitchen now. Bye.
it’s all downhill after the first kiss
Thursday, December 13th, 2007My running career is over, probably. I ran my two 5Ks, the second a little slower than the first — on a completely disgusting hilly course. There was a photographer at that one, but this is as close as came to being in a picture:
See that large, pale spot in the middle? That’s me. I managed to pass most of the people in the foreground — but not the older gentleman in the half-shirt, unfortunately — thanks to an ill-advised sprint to the finish. I mean, look at the determination on my face:
Shortly thereafter, I found myself lacking a running buddy, meaning that I — afraid to run outdoors alone (and why not?) — was relegated to the treadmills in my building’s gym. What a bummer, you say. But it’s not as if it was the worst thing in my life; aided by the air-conditioning and either Law & Order or Merv Griffin’s Crosswords, I improved to the point that I was running 4 miles almost daily. Heck, I managed a 10K one morning and probably could’ve gone half an hour longer.
But then I suddenly found myself without working legs. That’s an exaggeration, of course. They worked, but only for 15 minutes or so before my knees became incredibly painful. And then I was forced to waddle for the next 24 hours. Rest didn’t seem to help, either. Nowadays, my knees will lock up when I’m not doing anything at all.
This is clearly worrisome, but I’ve been trying to ignore thoughts of a visit to the doctor. (First off, I’d have to find a doctor, and that’s too much work.) My hope is that one day, I’ll wake up, and everything will be OK, and I won’t even remember that anything was ever wrong.
And that is my only problem-solving strategy.