tired of knocking
CONTINUOUS, FLOWING NARRATIVE IS FOR LOSERS
I am in terrible procrastination mode right now.
There is something for work that I have been putting off because it involves fighting with some very terrible software in order to accomplish the task.
There is writing something in my diary that will actually be intelligible to other people and thus able to be posted online, the something that will probably become this post if all goes well. It may look like I am actually accomplishing that right now and not putting it off, but that is only because you are reading the finished “product” and not aware of what was required to make it happen: cups of tea, aimless walks around the house, and, eventually, the stove timer set to thirty goddamn minutes just type for thirty minutes and see what happens.
Also, I need to call the dentist and schedule my gum surgery. The very words make me shudder. I had one dental hygienist suggest recommend gum surgery five years ago but the dentist thought it wasn’t necessary. I had another dentist recommend it two years ago but that dentist was a dick so I decided not to listen to him. Now I have a dentist I actually like and respect, and he is recommending gum surgery too, and the front-office folks are awesome and arranged it all with my insurance and figured out how I can get it done so as to minimize out-of-pocket costs (not that it’s still not expensive as hell, ouch), and all I have to do is call and make the surgical appointment. But sob moan complain whine, I don’t want to.
Every time I listen to BBC news there is some pronunciation thing that makes me nuts. The other day is was their discussion of the PuLITzer prizes, accent wrongly placed on the second syllable. Read the FAQs, limeys!
TRUE ATHLETES NEVER OVERTHINK LIKE I DO
Lately I have been on a bit of a running and clean-eating kick. I will not bore you with the details, because there are plenty of blogs that do just that. I have to admit, though, that I have gotten hooked on a few of those, because when you are deep into the feedback loop of doing healthy things/being proud of yourself for doing healthy things/feeling awesome, you naturally want to spend time reading about how you could be EVEN HEALTHIER!
This is kind of silly, though. How is looking at pictures of other people’s smoothies and reading about other people’s training programs making me healthy? And how healthy is healthy enough? I mean, if I ever start writing whole paragraphs about my body fat percentage, please come to my house, inject me full of Thorazine, and lock me away somewhere until I recover my senses. I don’t think it will ever get to that point just because I have too many other things to think about, but I can see the path to how exercise and nutrition can become less about functionality/feeling good and more of a self-indulgent hobby.
Besides the danger of self-congratulation, I have to remember that reading about it is not the same as doing it. I have a tendency to feel more organized simply by paging through Real Simple, and feel more athletic and nutritionally aware just by catching up on the running blogs.
MONEY MANAGEMENT
Nora had some math sheet about money, and at the bottom were pictures showing two stacks of money—one was seven cents and one was fifty cents. It said, “Which amount of money would you most like to spend? Explain.” Here’s what Nora wrote:
I would like to spend the seven pennies because it is less. Because I don’t want to spend too much. No one wants to spend too much money on dumb things.
Is she ready for her own financial-advice talk show? I think yes.
—mimi smartypants tunes in every Wednesday.