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* I wrote a fic and a metafic for The Old Guard. I don't have any ideas for anything right now, but if past form holds true, I'll start something big and finish it a few hours before Yuletide goes live so that it gets lost. I used to do that every year because I have no impulse control and didn't want to wait a few weeks or even a few days.
* I was in one of NYC's lockdown zones, which sucked but not as much as the spring did. My zip code wasn't even on any of the warning lists, but we are proximate to ones that are and so they just decided to make it easy on themselves. It was haphazard and frustrating -- the Little League center a five minute walk from the red zone border was open and parents were tailgating on the sidewalk because they can't sit in the bleachers, but I couldn't get a haircut. I mostly felt bad for the parents inside the lockdown zone, however, because they had something like eighteen hours' notice that their kids were going remote again.
* The latest Martin Walker was a mild disappointment. The latest Daniel Silva was a major disappointment that I honestly regret reading. I'm currently reading The Secret Life of Groceries out from the library, which I can recommend as lively and very interesting and a lot of fun. Early on, Lorr describes in vivid, visceral (literally) detail the bi-monthly deep cleaning of the Whole Foods fish display that's kind of a metaphor but not. He also talks about how a chicken goes on a conceptual journey from "animal" (farm) to "food" (processing plant) to "product" (supermarket) before returning to "food" (consumer) in terms of how the people handling the chicken think of what's in front of them and that really struck me. I'm enjoying it a lot. If you read Mary Roach or like food, give it a try.
* I started running in the summer; I'm historically a recreational distance walker (at urban speeds -- I do 4mph casual strolls, please get out of my way) but started running with new sneakers that alleviated most of the discomfort from my congenitally misaligned knee and lower right leg. Today had a wind chill of 30F after 36 hours of driving rain and let me tell you, running was a much better decision when it was 80 and sunny. But I'm 45 and doing 9-minute miles of urban street running with little training-up and I haven't had to cut out booze or carbs from my diet and I've gotten back to my pre-40 weight and I kind of like that. This was a 2020 goal before all hell broke loose, not some kind of pandemic glow-up. It's been a project: intermittent fasting (i.e., giving up breakfast), exercise, getting off the antidepressants. I come from very rotund stock -- obesity and diabetes are rampant in my extended family -- and now have a BMI of 21.7 despite heavy bones and it was 24.5 and growing at the start of the year. I know that my ultimate shape is a sphere, you can't fight fate and I love food and booze too much, but I want to put it off until I no longer give a crap and right now I still do.
* Food and booze and cats can be found here, for the record.
* I want to start The Mandalorian's new season, but GBBO awaits and with no more sports until Sometime Next Year, I will savor the chance at watching something vaguely competitive. Laura is my favorite, but I know she's the very image of that 'gets cut once all of the eccentrics are culled' types and she's on borrowed time. (I like them all, but I will probably be a little sad if Lottie wins.) I'm enchanted by Matt Lucas.
* The Mets are Wilpon-free and for that we must be grateful. Also that Mayor Putz didn't have the energy or fortitude to be the asshole he is.
* I wrote a fic and a metafic for The Old Guard. I don't have any ideas for anything right now, but if past form holds true, I'll start something big and finish it a few hours before Yuletide goes live so that it gets lost. I used to do that every year because I have no impulse control and didn't want to wait a few weeks or even a few days.
* I was in one of NYC's lockdown zones, which sucked but not as much as the spring did. My zip code wasn't even on any of the warning lists, but we are proximate to ones that are and so they just decided to make it easy on themselves. It was haphazard and frustrating -- the Little League center a five minute walk from the red zone border was open and parents were tailgating on the sidewalk because they can't sit in the bleachers, but I couldn't get a haircut. I mostly felt bad for the parents inside the lockdown zone, however, because they had something like eighteen hours' notice that their kids were going remote again.
* The latest Martin Walker was a mild disappointment. The latest Daniel Silva was a major disappointment that I honestly regret reading. I'm currently reading The Secret Life of Groceries out from the library, which I can recommend as lively and very interesting and a lot of fun. Early on, Lorr describes in vivid, visceral (literally) detail the bi-monthly deep cleaning of the Whole Foods fish display that's kind of a metaphor but not. He also talks about how a chicken goes on a conceptual journey from "animal" (farm) to "food" (processing plant) to "product" (supermarket) before returning to "food" (consumer) in terms of how the people handling the chicken think of what's in front of them and that really struck me. I'm enjoying it a lot. If you read Mary Roach or like food, give it a try.
* I started running in the summer; I'm historically a recreational distance walker (at urban speeds -- I do 4mph casual strolls, please get out of my way) but started running with new sneakers that alleviated most of the discomfort from my congenitally misaligned knee and lower right leg. Today had a wind chill of 30F after 36 hours of driving rain and let me tell you, running was a much better decision when it was 80 and sunny. But I'm 45 and doing 9-minute miles of urban street running with little training-up and I haven't had to cut out booze or carbs from my diet and I've gotten back to my pre-40 weight and I kind of like that. This was a 2020 goal before all hell broke loose, not some kind of pandemic glow-up. It's been a project: intermittent fasting (i.e., giving up breakfast), exercise, getting off the antidepressants. I come from very rotund stock -- obesity and diabetes are rampant in my extended family -- and now have a BMI of 21.7 despite heavy bones and it was 24.5 and growing at the start of the year. I know that my ultimate shape is a sphere, you can't fight fate and I love food and booze too much, but I want to put it off until I no longer give a crap and right now I still do.
* Food and booze and cats can be found here, for the record.
* I want to start The Mandalorian's new season, but GBBO awaits and with no more sports until Sometime Next Year, I will savor the chance at watching something vaguely competitive. Laura is my favorite, but I know she's the very image of that 'gets cut once all of the eccentrics are culled' types and she's on borrowed time. (I like them all, but I will probably be a little sad if Lottie wins.) I'm enchanted by Matt Lucas.
* The Mets are Wilpon-free and for that we must be grateful. Also that Mayor Putz didn't have the energy or fortitude to be the asshole he is.
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Date: 2020-11-01 01:51 (UTC)The Q38 is more bemusing because I spent actual decades on city buses moving slower than pedestrians. I'm a much bigger gloater with car traffic on the busier thoroughfares. "Yes, you did try to jump ahead by driving in the parking lane! But where did it get you? Stuck much closer to the front at the very same light while I plod forward at six miles per hour."