Wired Cola

The Lovely One and I went to The Daiso in Richmond on the weekend. I took a few very low-res photos. Share & Enjoy.

So on a whim, I rolled out to Langley this morning for the cyclocross race.

They had an A, B, and Beginner race, and I decided, on an admittedly marginal call, to race the Beginner race. I justified this as follows:

1) I am a Cat 4

B) This was my first 'cross race ever

iii) I would be doing it on a mountain bike

and finally) I have hardly any off-road technique.

The book may have left me cold, but the concept is working for me.

I did more in the last two days than most people do all day. But that's an improvement for me! The experience is one of smooth competence. I like being competent. Highly recommend it.

A nothing title for a not-much post. I thought I would talk about Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi's books, which I have had for a month or so but not fully read. I posted about these books previously, and I think I have to offer at least a capsule review here.

Argh. I can't take it any more. The user interface, I mean. Yesterday is the last day I will log in Fitday, at least for now.

Why? Well, you can read my journal entry for the details, but it's down to one basic problem: the user interface for entering foods is so tedious, it takes too long. Also, I'm a little scared to enter some of the things I ate recently.

Had a weird experience last weekend, which I have been asked to write about. Wired Cola is reader-responsive!

The Lovely One was laid low by illness last weekend, perfectly coinciding with a fairly large social affair her mother was putting on. I was sent in as emergency assistance, and helped my mother-in-law with several hours of preparations for an all-female (it just works out that way) stamping party. If that makes no sense to you, this is a Tupperware party format, only selling rubber stamps, primarily used for scrapbooking and handmade greeting cards.

So I went to bed on Thursday night feeling lousy, and woke up feeling the same. It's cold season. As a favour to my co-workers, I didn't go to work to infect them. Nice me.

Instead of recovering properly, I was apparently infected not only with the rhinovirus, but also with some sort of unearthly energy. I buzzed around the house completing task after task, reading stuff, I set up an entire computer, just ridiculous things that have been languishing forever. Every task I did just got done. Wow.

When I look out from downtown New Westminster right now, the Fraser River is covered by haze. The Alex Fraser bridge, usually easily visible, has disappeared. There's an acrid campfire smell in the air, and I fool myself that there's a touch of peaty richness in the odor, too.

Last night you could detect the smell of the fire and the light cover of smoke even in Port Moody. In New Westminster, even inside a climate-controlled building, the smell is strong. I can taste it in my throat.

Greatest video ever! And as you know, I don't say things like that lightly.

Always good advice, eh? I should have heeded it yesterday, when I missed a shift while riding the BMX LX, and then fell down. Ooohh.

I don't think I have much else useful to say. The Lovely One gave me a very early birthday present: a nice set of Yamaha speakers, including a nice substantial subwoofer. Now to upgrade the receiver.