I am not generally a big fan of camera phones. Whenever something amazing is going on, people are always ruining the moment by taking a picture. As if there aren't millions of pictures of whatever it is that are already online.
But this shabbos, on the one day that I didn't have my phone with me, I saw something that truly deserved to be captured by a camera phone. (Too bad it was shabbos...) I saw this pidgeon walking along the sidewalk, a brown pidgeon (as pidgeons are wont to be), but with a big white splotch on its head and some dribbles along its back. Apparently, it's not only cars that get subjected to bird poop, it's birds as well.
I had about zero sympathy for the pidgeon - I'm sure it got what it deserved.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Late Nights
- Whew, I went to bed really late last night, I'm tired. I'll go to sleep early tonight.
- Oh man, I went to bed really late last night. Now my sleep schedule is all messed up, and therefore I'll start feeling tired even later tonight.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Addicted to Exercise
Note: My earlier promise to only post things that are new, true, and interesting is getting in the way of my posting as often as I'd like to. I hereby revoke that promise. This blog post, for example, is not spectacular or particularly noteworthy, though I think it does have real content.
For a long time, I have been planning on getting into an exercise routine. Lately, I think I might have gotten it. My plan is to have one big bike ride on Sundays (last week I did close to 30 miles up the Schuylkill River), and a few smaller rides during the week. Last week, between biking to and from work and short bike rides after work, I put in about 50 miles total.
Today, I was forced to give up my planned weekly big ride because I have a meeting with a professor tomorrow, before which I am expected to have done a whole lot of work, most of which I have procrastinated until now. When I left the computer lab after sitting there for way too many hours on end, I started biking home, but after a few blocks, realized that I am addicted to biking, and turned around to go for a ride. As this is West Philly, I had to turn around to head east, away from The Dark and Gloomy Forbidden Forest known as West Philly, and towards the New and Improved Fantastic Miraculous University City, home of lecture halls and science labs. As this was nighttime, and all the professors and grad students had gone home, the lecture halls and science labs surprisingly seemed less scary than the Forbidden Forest. I headed down Baltimore, down University Ave. (which has a MUCH steeper hill than I ever realized - I hit a maximum speed of 27.2 MPH going down there, without even pedaling hard), saw Troy (one of the kitchen workers at Hillel), chatted with him for a minute, headed back up University Ave. (it's as steep going up as it is going down), and then went home, panting hard. All in all, not a long ride, but a good ride.
Addiction.
It's not generally a good thing.
But I think that here it's OK.
The problem with addictions in general is that the addicted person is so attached to his drug, or whatever practice he's addicted to, that when he misses out he experiences withdrawal symptoms. When it comes to exercise, I think we're all addicted, whether we realize it or not. When we don't exercise, we all experience the withdrawal symptoms - the lethargy, the dead feeling, the lack of spark. The thing is, only some people are attuned enough to that feeling to recognize it. So rather than worrying about am I getting addicted, I should be proud that I recognize the symptoms of lack of exercise and that I have a natural desire to fight against that.
For a long time, I have been planning on getting into an exercise routine. Lately, I think I might have gotten it. My plan is to have one big bike ride on Sundays (last week I did close to 30 miles up the Schuylkill River), and a few smaller rides during the week. Last week, between biking to and from work and short bike rides after work, I put in about 50 miles total.
Today, I was forced to give up my planned weekly big ride because I have a meeting with a professor tomorrow, before which I am expected to have done a whole lot of work, most of which I have procrastinated until now. When I left the computer lab after sitting there for way too many hours on end, I started biking home, but after a few blocks, realized that I am addicted to biking, and turned around to go for a ride. As this is West Philly, I had to turn around to head east, away from The Dark and Gloomy Forbidden Forest known as West Philly, and towards the New and Improved Fantastic Miraculous University City, home of lecture halls and science labs. As this was nighttime, and all the professors and grad students had gone home, the lecture halls and science labs surprisingly seemed less scary than the Forbidden Forest. I headed down Baltimore, down University Ave. (which has a MUCH steeper hill than I ever realized - I hit a maximum speed of 27.2 MPH going down there, without even pedaling hard), saw Troy (one of the kitchen workers at Hillel), chatted with him for a minute, headed back up University Ave. (it's as steep going up as it is going down), and then went home, panting hard. All in all, not a long ride, but a good ride.
Addiction.
It's not generally a good thing.
But I think that here it's OK.
The problem with addictions in general is that the addicted person is so attached to his drug, or whatever practice he's addicted to, that when he misses out he experiences withdrawal symptoms. When it comes to exercise, I think we're all addicted, whether we realize it or not. When we don't exercise, we all experience the withdrawal symptoms - the lethargy, the dead feeling, the lack of spark. The thing is, only some people are attuned enough to that feeling to recognize it. So rather than worrying about am I getting addicted, I should be proud that I recognize the symptoms of lack of exercise and that I have a natural desire to fight against that.
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