I'd love to report I've been off, exploring the city or making headway on my goals, but that's not really the case. Holding back on most things still, waiting until I'm really settled in to let loose, take advantage of my new surroundings.
Not too long now, little less than 1 month.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Day 168 - real food
Eating natural has some brilliant moments...like when you really taste butter for the first time in years. I feel like I'm having a 'V for Vendetta' moment here....
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Day 162 - resetting
Move part 2 is set to happen at the end of next month. Until then, I am left in this mostly wooded suburban limbo of long commutes with nothing to entertain myself with on the weekends. Perfect time to start adding in crossfit inspired home workouts, cleaning up my eating habits and recouping after a couple months of stress. Part of the beauty of crossfit is that the activities are meant to mimic natural movements, like squatting to pick something up or lifting an object. This also means a lot of the exercises are easily done at home with no special equipment.
Starting small during the week due to time and low energy level from illness, a few exercises on 1 muscle group per night. On the weekends, when it doesn’t matter if I wake up, workout, then go back to sleep, I will push things more. Sad that I am sore from the little I did last night, but I miss this type of pain. Sore muscles = accomplishment, moving forward, closer to my dream of looking like that comic book badass i have in my mind.
I’ve a new physical goal to add: in addition to unassisted pull ups (kipping is ok though), I want to be able to complete a round of handstand pushups. Why I am setting myself to fall straight onto my head, I’m not exactly sure, but the thrill of proving myself wrong about my physical abilities with the wall walk was an addictive one. I’d like for these to happen next year – hoping to start at another box at the end of this year.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Day 154 - Routines of the Undead
Walking out of the train station on my way home from work, I watched all the people around me (including myself), walk out to their usual parking spots, following the daily routine of work.
Taking a cue from Romero's notion that the undead returned to a place they were familiar with, I started wondering - how long would some lingering, habitual behavior in life hold on into the daily routine of the undead? Of course, until the desire to feed overwhelmed any trace of human life in the poor soul.
Would it vary depending on the length and depth of the entrenched habit? Say, someone who has taken the same way to work, worked in the same cubicle, retraced their steps daily for 15-20 years, would be much more prone to somehow repeat that behavior for a time after turning?
Taking a cue from Romero's notion that the undead returned to a place they were familiar with, I started wondering - how long would some lingering, habitual behavior in life hold on into the daily routine of the undead? Of course, until the desire to feed overwhelmed any trace of human life in the poor soul.
Would it vary depending on the length and depth of the entrenched habit? Say, someone who has taken the same way to work, worked in the same cubicle, retraced their steps daily for 15-20 years, would be much more prone to somehow repeat that behavior for a time after turning?
Monday, May 13, 2013
Day ? - Still haven't counted
My calender is still packed in a box somewhere, and doing math isn't one of my better skills at the moment...or ever (calculus was a deciding factor in interior designer vs architect career choice). I've decided not to unpack everything since I want to be in the city sooner rather than later.
Apropos post title, little to do with numbers however. Wishing I could understand why this move, going somewhere I barely visited, with 1 friend in tow and 2 brilliant friends a coupke hours away, doesn't count to me as doing something courageous.
I know plenty of people that wouldn't take the risk, make such a choice essentially alone. Way i saw and still see it, I didn't have much of a choice anymore. This move, take this chance, or suffer, maybe leave career field completely. So, to me at least, this still hasn't counted.
Perhaps cutting myself some slack should go on my to-do list...yep, right behind growing 6", dating an actor I have a crush on, and shooting lightning from my fingers...
Apropos post title, little to do with numbers however. Wishing I could understand why this move, going somewhere I barely visited, with 1 friend in tow and 2 brilliant friends a coupke hours away, doesn't count to me as doing something courageous.
I know plenty of people that wouldn't take the risk, make such a choice essentially alone. Way i saw and still see it, I didn't have much of a choice anymore. This move, take this chance, or suffer, maybe leave career field completely. So, to me at least, this still hasn't counted.
Perhaps cutting myself some slack should go on my to-do list...yep, right behind growing 6", dating an actor I have a crush on, and shooting lightning from my fingers...
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Day ??? - Where have you been?
Did you miss me, cause I missed you?!
No, I've not abandoned my journey, just been over run (or run over, take your pick on the verbiage) with a multi-state move. Somehow I've managed to become a resident of the Garden State, although not as surprising as the idiotic time I ended up living in Houston, TX. The east coast fashion is getting to me and I may actually buy skinny jeans or pants, despite not being skinny myself.
Happy to say, despite some major stumbles, I have landed for the time being. Living situation isn't perfect, but its safe, with a roof over my head and no roaches or frat boys that I've seen. Commute is terrible, but work is already night and day different in all the ways I had hoped for. That was the point of this move, better work life, career goals, being treated like I have a brain...
Already looking for a place downtown, and by some dumb luck I only need to give proper notice to break my current lease. Looking at areas with a lot of activity, feeling the need to break myself out of my isolation that was STL. I can do that anywhere, be a hermit anytime, but really its time to break all those behaviors.
Not sure financials will allow me to keep up the crossfit, but I've been trying to find shooting and archery lessons that I can save for.
Adaptability is key, right? When one route doesn't work, find or create another! More posts to come, I promise....unless some spray tanned walkers catch up to me!!!
No, I've not abandoned my journey, just been over run (or run over, take your pick on the verbiage) with a multi-state move. Somehow I've managed to become a resident of the Garden State, although not as surprising as the idiotic time I ended up living in Houston, TX. The east coast fashion is getting to me and I may actually buy skinny jeans or pants, despite not being skinny myself.
Happy to say, despite some major stumbles, I have landed for the time being. Living situation isn't perfect, but its safe, with a roof over my head and no roaches or frat boys that I've seen. Commute is terrible, but work is already night and day different in all the ways I had hoped for. That was the point of this move, better work life, career goals, being treated like I have a brain...
Already looking for a place downtown, and by some dumb luck I only need to give proper notice to break my current lease. Looking at areas with a lot of activity, feeling the need to break myself out of my isolation that was STL. I can do that anywhere, be a hermit anytime, but really its time to break all those behaviors.
Not sure financials will allow me to keep up the crossfit, but I've been trying to find shooting and archery lessons that I can save for.
Adaptability is key, right? When one route doesn't work, find or create another! More posts to come, I promise....unless some spray tanned walkers catch up to me!!!
Monday, April 1, 2013
Day 91 - Armored What?!
One thing I have been pondering since the beginning of this hypothetical experienment, is what would happen to my dogs? Just about any serious prepper will say to leave pets behind, as they will only consume resources, attention and energy.
That's easier said than done. I can't even watch "I am Legend" because its easy to guess what happens to that dog.
I've pondered building some kind of armor for them, but there's a few problems with that. 1) Pugs are not the most athletic dogs and probably couldn't carry the extra weight. Not to mention Guinness won't even move if I put a harness on him, just sits there looking like I'm torturing him. 2) They would still run up to every zombie and want attention.
The thought of a steam punk mini-tank, guided by a pug does make me laugh, despite the impracticality.
Guessing they would need to be treated like small kids, traveling to safety would be the most precarious time, but once I found a secure location and they are only allowed out while under close watch, they should be alright for a little while.
That's easier said than done. I can't even watch "I am Legend" because its easy to guess what happens to that dog.
I've pondered building some kind of armor for them, but there's a few problems with that. 1) Pugs are not the most athletic dogs and probably couldn't carry the extra weight. Not to mention Guinness won't even move if I put a harness on him, just sits there looking like I'm torturing him. 2) They would still run up to every zombie and want attention.
The thought of a steam punk mini-tank, guided by a pug does make me laugh, despite the impracticality.
Guessing they would need to be treated like small kids, traveling to safety would be the most precarious time, but once I found a secure location and they are only allowed out while under close watch, they should be alright for a little while.
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