But moving on.
the voices in my head are bothering me.
So the other day, I decided to tackle my aforementioned depression head on,
cut to the quick, nip it in the bud, etc. etc. Which worked, and I was
myself again for about 37 ("thirty-SEVEN??") minutes before I came down
with the sinus infection that's been going around at work. Grrr. It's
one of those annoying ones, too -- you're just sick enough to be sluggish
and out of it, but not sick enough to stay home from work in your jammies
and watch movies all day. Fookin' sucks.
So anyways, riding home tonight was a really weird experience. You see, I had blown my nose at around, oh, 2pm this afternoon, and it clogged up one of my ears. Y'all know what I'm talking about. So I walked around all afternoon in this weird state of non-equilibrium, where everyone was talking muffled and I was shouting. So then I get on my bike to ride home.
Bike as heard from my left ear: RRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Bike as heard from my right ear: WHEEEEEEEEEEE!
It was really creepy, like watching a 3-D movie where one of the lenses is missing from the little glasses or something. It was very disconcerting, especially since -- OK, I can't be the only one who does this. When I get sick, or just out-of-it in general (which is, honestly, a disproportionate amount of the time), I tend to focus in on like one really small thing and concentrate on it for full minutes at a time. We're talking things like, the wall. Or a spot on the carpet. So anyways, the ride home was disconcerting because I focused on the little whine in my right ear. And we're not talking "focus" in the sense that I just couldn't *not* hear it. We're talking me riding down Central Expressway, home of all that is evil, at rush hour, having streams of consciousness like "wow, that's really weird, I would have thought that the congestion would have filtered out the high pitches rather than amplify them since all I'm hearing is the WHEEEE instead of the RRR like I hear in my left ear and HOLY SHIT! That's a red light!" So, yeah. Disconcerting.
the central expressway report.
Still sucks. Still attracts every moron who can't drive. So yesterday,
I drive to work with Mr. Manly Man In His Little Sports Car. Mr. Man and
I pull up to a red light at the same time (one in each lane), and he
gives me the little look-chuckle that says, "aha, a *motorcycle*. How droll. I
shall show this measly little biker what *real* man drives." And we both
peel out at the green light. I top off at about 10 miles over the speed
limit, and he kind of nods at me as he zooms past me on my right. Then
we come up to a red light. He slows down to his stop, and I continue right
on by him to lane-split all the way up to the front. I am petty and catty
and mean and it really amuses me to do that to over-arrogant drivers.
The guy yesterday actually scowled at me when I passed him. Hee hee. :)
periodicals i have known and loved.
I just got my first isssue of "Woman Rider" in the mail. I really like
it. You should all go out and buy a subscription right now so that it
can stay in business and I can keep reading it. It's $11.95/year for
4 issues, and you can send them your happy check at:
Woman Rider
PO Box 469103
Escondido, CA 92046-9103
Their premiere issue has a lot of great stuff on where to buy gear (and what kind), women who own dealerships, a wonderful article about a 60-year-old motocrosser (also a female, of course), and etc. Great stuff.
I also picked up a copy of the 'zine-turning-magazine "Moto Mama" while in Seattle last weekend. It was previously called "Moto Muffin," but the name was changed to avoid any connotation with pornography. I found it interesting that people were getting offended at the title, but I guess my tastes run more liberal than most. It's a pretty decent magazine, still very much in 'zine format with its casual writing style and flashy graphics. Cute, though. A little *too*....how do I put this...."shock-rock feminist" at parts for me though. It reminded me of the time that our Womyn's Center at college decided to "re-claim" the word "cunt" and literally plastered signs and pictures and chalkings all over the school. To me, that's like, OK, people will notice you...but how does it advance your cause, exactly? Maybe I'm just a bad feminist. Hate mail here.
miscellany.
I am a hideously boring person with no other exciting news to report. I've
been entering
Motorcycle World's sweepstakes to win an Aprilia Pegaso 650, cuz,
hey, someone has to win it, and besides, it'd match my hair. If anyone
from Motrocycle World is reading this, I highly recommend rigging the
sweepstakes for me, since I'd look so damn good in your press release.
See? It's really your
only logical choice.
OK, I'm off to watch a movie. I'll try to do something interesting for the next entry.