Ouch! My Jewels!

I took my bike out for a spin for the first time since about September last year and was reminded of a few things:

I'm way out of shape.

I probably don't eat enough food (or enough good food) to do much exercise without passing out.

I forgot how uncomfortable that bike seat is. It's hard to believe I survived about 1500 miles on that bike without suffering bike-induced castration.

I can't really afford to lose any fluids or weight while riding. I'm down to 130lbs. -- one long bike ride could lead me to appear on a "save the children" commercial.

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I haven't spoken to many people lately (electronically or otherwise). I wonder how everyone is doing? Actually, if I really was concerned I would have made some attempt at communication, right? I think lately I've preferred to have no conversation than have one that goes nowhere.

I saw some old "friends" a few weeks ago on the T, and they looked almost exactly the same as they did two years ago. It made me wonder if I seem any different than I was in high school. I certainly hope so.

My work experience has been solidifying my will to change occupations to photography. National and even local politics are important things to be involved in, but corporate politics is mind-bendingly trivial and useless. I don't want to argue about computers; I want to argue about lots of other, non-computer-related things. That's all the justification I need to want to switch.

I've had some enlightening conversations with a NESOP teacher that I might recap here for posterity (as much as is possible in the ephemeral web).

Speaking of posterity, that's the word I've been thinking of these days when taking pictures. I think if anyone asks why I'm taking their picture I'd say "for posterity." But I wouldn't really say that because I doubt it's a good enough reason for someone to grant consent. Instead, I'll say "I collect souls, and you're my next catch."