Musings of a Winter Wren

Friday, May 29, 2015

THE REAL ME

I have been thinking about it recently and I have come to the conclusion that I don't post regularly because 1) my life isn't terribly interesting and 2) I lack the talent to make it sound more interesting than it is.  So why not formally call it quits?  Because if I did, I wouldn't have a safe place to share thoughts that the general public might find unseemly.  For example, I think Southeast Asia looks like an enormous scrotum.  And although this fact is painfully obvious, it still wouldn't be appropriate for me to point it out on Facebook.  I mean, can you even say the words 'ball sack' on Facebook?

WHY ARE THESE DROPS OF WATER FALLING OUT OF MY EYES?

I brought my kid to the IMAX Theater to see Hubble. Ten minutes into the movie I'm openly weeping behind my 3D glasses.  I am completely shocked at my body's physical reaction to the film.  What is it about the edge of the cosmos that transforms me into a sobbing mess?

Thursday, May 28, 2015

HEY, YOU RIDE A BIKE LIKE A GIRL!

Sometimes I ride my bike to work.  I only live about five miles from the college so in order to make it worthwhile (packing clothes/toiletries and getting sweaty) I usually take the long way in.  One particular route is about twenty-three miles.  Most of the people on the trails are commuters like me, or else they are retired guys with a lot of time on their hands and almost no leg hair.  Anyway, nobody is going terribly fast and so I pass most people traveling the same direction I'm headed.  Oh, and I'm also a competitive asshole.  But I think I already mentioned that once before.

Most of the passing happens without incident, but there have been a significant number of times when I have passed a dude (in a natural way (by that I mean I don't accelerate)) and when I do he acts as if I just castrated him in front of his children.  I mean, I might be reading too much into it, but it happens the same way every time:

1. He glances over and sees that someone is passing
2. He looks again and takes in the fact that he's getting passed by a chick
3. He speeds the fuck up because #2 is completely unacceptable
4. After about a mile of me drafting off him, because I am a shameless opportunist, he suddenly has to stop to check his tire pressure or adjust his seat or eat a granola bar.

So a few weeks ago I'm on the path and I come up behind this guy.  He's really cute.  Rosy cheeks, with wire frames.  And nerdy.  But also curiously ripped.  Anyway, I come up on his left and even though I have earbuds in and have no intention of chatting him up, I nod and say 'morning' as I go past.  It seems like the polite thing to do.  He says something to me, but it's in audible.  So I pull one ear bud out and say, 'pardon?'  He repeats, 'you just caught me in the middle of an interval.'

It took me a second to understand that he was making an excuse for why I, a girl, was able to pass him.  For a few seconds we are riding side-by-side, with half of my headphones in my hand, and all I could say to him was, 'whatever dude.  I just want to get to work.'  Because that's a weird thing to say to a total stranger, right?  Who goes around describing their workout routine?  And then he sped up and passed me.  And then, about a mile later he stopped on the side of the road.  Wouldn't you know it.

A LIFE CONSTRUCTED OF ZEROS AND ONES

I visibly cringe each time I hear my two-year-old say, "skip add" while watching happy baby videos on youtube.