Tuesday, June 22, 2004
On Magic Bullets at the Grassy Knolls, Alien Space Craft Landings in the Desert, and Towels...
Am considering Spinning this afternoon. Not the Rumplestiltskin-variety, the bike kind. I haven't done this, I think since circa Sophmore year at CU when Susana and I formulated the Great Towel Conspiracy Theory. Those participating in the Conspiracy fan out across the US and maybe even beyond, I suppose, to teach Spinning classes with a towel conveniantly placed over the resistance-valve-thingy on stationary bikes. These cunning conspirators tell their class to increase resistance, reaching under their towels to seemingly increase the difficulty on their own bike. But the towel conceals all!
Susana and I happened across this when we would max out our resistance-valve-thingy within the first 10 minutes of class. I mean physically, it would not turn anymore. How was it that these titans could keep increasing above and beyond, seemingly to the stars, without first exhausting their legs and second exhausting their resistance-valve-thingy? Ahhh!!! The towels!!! Of course!!! It suddenly all became very clear.
I wonder if this ring of hooligans have spread to Los Angeles...
Am considering Spinning this afternoon. Not the Rumplestiltskin-variety, the bike kind. I haven't done this, I think since circa Sophmore year at CU when Susana and I formulated the Great Towel Conspiracy Theory. Those participating in the Conspiracy fan out across the US and maybe even beyond, I suppose, to teach Spinning classes with a towel conveniantly placed over the resistance-valve-thingy on stationary bikes. These cunning conspirators tell their class to increase resistance, reaching under their towels to seemingly increase the difficulty on their own bike. But the towel conceals all!
Susana and I happened across this when we would max out our resistance-valve-thingy within the first 10 minutes of class. I mean physically, it would not turn anymore. How was it that these titans could keep increasing above and beyond, seemingly to the stars, without first exhausting their legs and second exhausting their resistance-valve-thingy? Ahhh!!! The towels!!! Of course!!! It suddenly all became very clear.
I wonder if this ring of hooligans have spread to Los Angeles...
I think that our traditional way of storing memories, that being completely visual (i.e. photos, journals), is flawed. I have heard that our sense of smell is much more closely related to memory, as they are actual phsyical neighbors in the brain. I guess I can believe that as even now, a whiff of baby powder takes me back to kindergarten as a photo or even my own first written words could never.
I have also found that music can also heave me back in time in a similar fashion. The other day during the cool down at the gym a song came on that I can not even recall, but was popular when I was in high school and it was as though I was transported from the mats at UCLA to the driving seat of the volvo barreling down Orchard on the way to first period. (On a tangent, I find this increasingly to be more of a burden than a blessing as I grow older. Memory in general, I mean, but especially the music enduced ones. How do people continue on with their present lives while constantly supressing their past lives and always threatened by sensory reminders? Not that it is bad to remember, but it can be distracting. I suppose I crave novel sensations. Incidentally, is it redundant to use the phrase "on a tangent" inside parentheses? I suppose their very presence hints at the encapsulation of a tangent.)
The musical and olfactory deja-vous is less tangible, yet somehow more bracing. Strange that. Kodak should really get on the ball with this. New products abound I am sure.
Allah, Buddha, and Jehovah be praised. I almost lost this whole entry. YOU might find it tiresome, but I rather liked it...
I have also found that music can also heave me back in time in a similar fashion. The other day during the cool down at the gym a song came on that I can not even recall, but was popular when I was in high school and it was as though I was transported from the mats at UCLA to the driving seat of the volvo barreling down Orchard on the way to first period. (On a tangent, I find this increasingly to be more of a burden than a blessing as I grow older. Memory in general, I mean, but especially the music enduced ones. How do people continue on with their present lives while constantly supressing their past lives and always threatened by sensory reminders? Not that it is bad to remember, but it can be distracting. I suppose I crave novel sensations. Incidentally, is it redundant to use the phrase "on a tangent" inside parentheses? I suppose their very presence hints at the encapsulation of a tangent.)
The musical and olfactory deja-vous is less tangible, yet somehow more bracing. Strange that. Kodak should really get on the ball with this. New products abound I am sure.
Allah, Buddha, and Jehovah be praised. I almost lost this whole entry. YOU might find it tiresome, but I rather liked it...
Monday, June 21, 2004
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Guess what?!?! On Tuesday I felt my very first earthquake! Here's the scoop:
I was sitting in a chair soldering, when I felt a little movement. At first I thought I was passing out, then I thought my chair was moving. Then I looked at this cable that was hanging off the desk and it was shaking. Then it stopped. No one in the room noticed or said a word. Then a guy from the other room came in and asked if we felt that. I shrieked, "Yes!!!" I was so excited.
Then I went and looked it up on a map online that showed earthquakes in Califronia. It happened in the ocean near Tijuana. It was about a 5.
I was sitting in a chair soldering, when I felt a little movement. At first I thought I was passing out, then I thought my chair was moving. Then I looked at this cable that was hanging off the desk and it was shaking. Then it stopped. No one in the room noticed or said a word. Then a guy from the other room came in and asked if we felt that. I shrieked, "Yes!!!" I was so excited.
Then I went and looked it up on a map online that showed earthquakes in Califronia. It happened in the ocean near Tijuana. It was about a 5.
