Don't ask me how this happened, but, I actually like going on the elliptical. At some point today, while getting through my 20 mins (which was a lot easier today), I discovered it wasn't a choir. I kinda liked.
Tomorrow, we see how long it takes me to walk 5ks, at a stead pace. Then I'm cutting it down. I have a plan for my training that I hope will work. One day, straight 5k, next day, 20 tread, 20 ellip, and my muscle work. The walk is on the Sept 11th weekend, teams can go on either the 11th or 12th, depending on the store sched... I might do both. Who knows. We'll see how it works.
At one point today, I went and had coffee with a friend and we just talked. About everything, and it was nice. I forgot how much I enjoyed having an intelligent conversation.
But something made me a little sad. I am a dinosaur. I think we might be in this real technological paradigm shift. We are inundated with technology that we can't live without it. And that's not the biggest concern. My concern is how strongly I'm holding onto the importance of things like books, well written, well studied, printed on paper books. Andrew was talking about e-books today, and how, it would be so much easier if I published and e-book. Honestly, the idea ... well I don't quite have a word to describe it. I almost feel like a traditionalist. Books = print. e-books seem to me like this uncontrolled unstandardized pale comparison, that feels as low as self publishing. Maybe my lofty ideas need to be taken down a peg. But, if everyone can do it, what makes the singular act of having a book special. I'm not as traditional as the "old dead white males" but, books, the written works, the path that lies behind us shouldn't be forgotten, it shouldn't be cast aside as archaic, just because you can read your e-books on a tablet computer.
The shift into the technological age we're rushing into is also taking it's tole on language. I was listening to this group of 14ish girls on the LRT (Sky trainish for those who don't know) and ... they were speaking in text: lol, omg, nafta (whatever the hell that means). What in the hell? You have to day LOL? You can't just laugh? Am I old? I may cry if LOL makes it into the OED. Right language shifts with cultural paradigms, I get it. I just weep for it, as it disseminates into the dribble it's shifting into.
By the way, there is a new term for broken English, "Globeish." In this broken and horrendous form english is being spoken around the world as a universal language. I am a dinosaur.
I also hate scales. I've been on three in the last 72hrs, and all have different numbers. I'm averaging it out to 242. I've decided when I hit 230, I'm playing "go through all my clothing and get rid of what doesn't fit."
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