Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the site for all things related to Un on the Internet. It's time for one of those update thingies that I have neglected to do for about two weeks.
As of this moment, I have lost twenty pounds. Which is nice for a change instead of gaining twnety pounds. This has been a relatively productive summer. Before you get all excited and start clapping, think of this. Given my starting weight, I could lose the weight of an anorexic Olsen twin and still be considered overweight. Go figure. I lose a bony person and am still considered overweight. That's life for you. Then again, it really doesn't look like I've changed that much. Hey, I really should be happy(and I am) that I have lost weight. Now if I can continue to keep on this track when school begins again...
I've got jury duty coming up for the next two weeks. It's my civic duty. Sort of like voting. No cases coming up yet, but I think I might have some later. Probably some misdemeanors and other minor cases. It shouldn't be too bad. Hopefully, I won't end up doing a case that takes a year out of my life. I'd hate for that to happen.
Been writing--well, making a feeble attempt--at writing a bizarre novel. One of those action-adventure things that make full use of all the strange knowledge I have floating in my head. Go figure. A mild-mannered law school student writing a book involving blood and guts and lots of explosions and things that go boom. A nice change of pace.
That's all for now.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
It's An Update
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the site for all things related to Un on the Internet. It's time for one of those updates that somehow bring you back to this site.
I recently went excercising at a rec center. After the customary cycling warm up, I decide to jog on the eliptical machine. Not the ordinary threadmill, but the high tech machine that tells you electronically that you are not moving fast enough. Sort of like the electronic drill sarge. Or the trainer that doesn't let you give up if you slow down. I guess that I am a person who enjoys this sort of thing. Anyways...
So I'm getting the two miles done and I strike up a conversation with a nice woman that I generally see on Saturdays while at the center. She and her husband and the rest of her family are there on Saturdays. She notes that I'm on THAT machine--the hard one--and that I must be crazy.
And while pounding out the two miles--I'm now done with 0.87 miles and have 1.13 left--some girl and a guy walk in. For some reason, the girl recognizes me and waves. I get the odd feeling that I should know this person and that I have seen her before once in my life. Maybe multiple times.
And I'm left wondering if I should wave or ask who they are or whatnot. It would be embarassing to say, "Hi, I don't know who you are, but I think I know you. What's your name?" I probably should have, but it's kind of hard to think and exercise at the same time, especially when you are accident prone as I am.
I do the friendly thing and make an attempt at waving and saying hello while trying not to fall face forward onto the electronic panel. I think it's common courtesy to be friendly, even if you have the vaguest clue as to the identity of the person. But I also believe in safety and making the full attempt would have led to bodily injury to self. I'm one of those people who think that I'll still be clumsy, even if I lost weight and had muscle. Hey, I can't help it. Hand-eye coordination still eludes me.
And this guy and girl go around the weight room trying the equipment while I do my two miles. And they leave and she waves goodbye. And I still don't know who she is and I still don't know where I've seen her before. I think I went to school with her in college or law school. I can remember and recall the first hundred decimal digits of pi, but I suck with names and faces. Go figure.
Oh well, at least I got my two miles done, plus an addition mile when I got home. Now, if I can only remember who that person was...
That's all for now.
I recently went excercising at a rec center. After the customary cycling warm up, I decide to jog on the eliptical machine. Not the ordinary threadmill, but the high tech machine that tells you electronically that you are not moving fast enough. Sort of like the electronic drill sarge. Or the trainer that doesn't let you give up if you slow down. I guess that I am a person who enjoys this sort of thing. Anyways...
So I'm getting the two miles done and I strike up a conversation with a nice woman that I generally see on Saturdays while at the center. She and her husband and the rest of her family are there on Saturdays. She notes that I'm on THAT machine--the hard one--and that I must be crazy.
And while pounding out the two miles--I'm now done with 0.87 miles and have 1.13 left--some girl and a guy walk in. For some reason, the girl recognizes me and waves. I get the odd feeling that I should know this person and that I have seen her before once in my life. Maybe multiple times.
And I'm left wondering if I should wave or ask who they are or whatnot. It would be embarassing to say, "Hi, I don't know who you are, but I think I know you. What's your name?" I probably should have, but it's kind of hard to think and exercise at the same time, especially when you are accident prone as I am.
I do the friendly thing and make an attempt at waving and saying hello while trying not to fall face forward onto the electronic panel. I think it's common courtesy to be friendly, even if you have the vaguest clue as to the identity of the person. But I also believe in safety and making the full attempt would have led to bodily injury to self. I'm one of those people who think that I'll still be clumsy, even if I lost weight and had muscle. Hey, I can't help it. Hand-eye coordination still eludes me.
And this guy and girl go around the weight room trying the equipment while I do my two miles. And they leave and she waves goodbye. And I still don't know who she is and I still don't know where I've seen her before. I think I went to school with her in college or law school. I can remember and recall the first hundred decimal digits of pi, but I suck with names and faces. Go figure.
Oh well, at least I got my two miles done, plus an addition mile when I got home. Now, if I can only remember who that person was...
That's all for now.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
The 4th of July
Greetings and welcome back to The Un-Zone, the only site on the Internet devoted to all subjects related to Un. It's time to do one of those update thingies that I've neglected to do for a while.
It's the 4th of July. I've always liked this holiday. It involves the celebration of the United States (which actually occured on July 2, 1776 instead of July 4. One of the Founding Fathers wrote a letter saying July 2 will go down in history.) and fireworks. Yes, those multi-colored devices that go BOOM. I think I have too much of a fascination with things that go BOOM or flames.
I love fireworks. The bigger they are, the better. The fireworks ban sort of puts a damper on things, but hey, in general, it's a reasonable law. Considering that certain people do really dumb things with fireworks like stick their face over them or hold them in their hands or burn their/other people's houses down to cindery ashes. Not that I've had problems with fireworks.
One of the finer memories I have about fireworks is the 4th of July I spent in Bostom. I saw the Boston Pops perform and that was pretty cool. Though I came too late to get a good seat on the grass by the stage, it wasn't all too bad. Except for the part where Senator Ted Kennedy started speaking. And they zoomed in really close to his face and projected it onto gigantic Jumbotron screens. Too much detail in my opinion. A couple sitting by commented on how "greasy" he looked, just like the stereotypical politician (They were from Boston, by the ways). And another thing, never walk by the cannons when they set them off. Actually, they were 105mm howitzers loaded with blanks, but those suckers are loud. Not that I can recognize guns by looking at them. By the ways, Hollywood movies never get guns right. Always identifying them incorrectly and using them like rank amateurs. Real pros never hold them that way. Looks cool, but it gets you injured or killed in real life.
Ah, how great it was. And another thing, one would expect the Boston subway system to run later hours on the 4th of July. Half a million people need a way to get home, but they kept normal business hours. That meant at least a two mile walk back to Harvard. That was OK.
So, safely enjoy the 4th of July and don't injure yourself or destroy property or get into trouble. Remember this. The holiday is not about fireworks or cooking outdoors. It's about celebrating this country's independence.
That's all for now.
It's the 4th of July. I've always liked this holiday. It involves the celebration of the United States (which actually occured on July 2, 1776 instead of July 4. One of the Founding Fathers wrote a letter saying July 2 will go down in history.) and fireworks. Yes, those multi-colored devices that go BOOM. I think I have too much of a fascination with things that go BOOM or flames.
I love fireworks. The bigger they are, the better. The fireworks ban sort of puts a damper on things, but hey, in general, it's a reasonable law. Considering that certain people do really dumb things with fireworks like stick their face over them or hold them in their hands or burn their/other people's houses down to cindery ashes. Not that I've had problems with fireworks.
One of the finer memories I have about fireworks is the 4th of July I spent in Bostom. I saw the Boston Pops perform and that was pretty cool. Though I came too late to get a good seat on the grass by the stage, it wasn't all too bad. Except for the part where Senator Ted Kennedy started speaking. And they zoomed in really close to his face and projected it onto gigantic Jumbotron screens. Too much detail in my opinion. A couple sitting by commented on how "greasy" he looked, just like the stereotypical politician (They were from Boston, by the ways). And another thing, never walk by the cannons when they set them off. Actually, they were 105mm howitzers loaded with blanks, but those suckers are loud. Not that I can recognize guns by looking at them. By the ways, Hollywood movies never get guns right. Always identifying them incorrectly and using them like rank amateurs. Real pros never hold them that way. Looks cool, but it gets you injured or killed in real life.
Ah, how great it was. And another thing, one would expect the Boston subway system to run later hours on the 4th of July. Half a million people need a way to get home, but they kept normal business hours. That meant at least a two mile walk back to Harvard. That was OK.
So, safely enjoy the 4th of July and don't injure yourself or destroy property or get into trouble. Remember this. The holiday is not about fireworks or cooking outdoors. It's about celebrating this country's independence.
That's all for now.
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