Humeor Me.

Here are some things I saw today on my normal route:

An older man at the Piers crosswalk who looked like Santa.

A cut, lean, black guy with short dreads, an eye patch and a small backpack (which I'm seeing more freq. lately) jogging north. He looked like he materialized straight out of a comic series I just read called the 7 Soldiers of Victory, where there were underground pirates in the subway. The eyepatch was a shade of brown that matched his skin color perfectly. It was strange and hardcore.

Shortly after that, there was a young(er) black kid talking to a woman with Arab headgear and trying to impress her right at the brick crossing. He seemed oblivious to the serious, spandex-clad two-wheeler group coming at him, so I warned him to get out of the lane. They moved and the oncoming group's leader thanked me sincerely.

Had a coconut water today and though I ran a 22:50 yesterday where my legs were quite sore, they seem to be alright today. I'm down to (w/o shoes) 154 lbs.

Read a little more about Hume today. This stuff fascinates me b/c it was not a part of my upbringing at all. Philosophy and jazz are two phenomena to which I was almost entirely blind while growing up. But I appreciate that b/c it's new fuel for inspiration and knowledge. After a while, the well runs dry with the metal and the true crime. Got to change it up and eventually integrate it all. I won't pretend to understand all of it in the same way I don't like all jazz but I appreciate it all b/c of its lasting effect and influence.

Watched "Valdez is Coming" last night. Of the 20+ Elmore Leonard novels I've read, only a few have been westerns, and of that (total) amount, I've seen only a handful of adaptations that I've read. "Get Shorty" seemed to not need much of a script in terms of new dialogue and it still worked really well. In the same vain, "Valdez" was almost exactly as I imagined it. Sure there were a couple of characters and subplots cut out, and there wasn't the same growing relationship between Valdez and Gay Erin (nor the full explanation of her situation), but by-and-large it was really faithful. I'd only seen Burt Lancaster in "Field of Dreams" so to see him 20 years earlier as an aging Mexican was quite a 180. The only thing I take issue with in the portrayal of Mexicans, there, was the idea that they make a "ch" sound where an "H" would start a world. Like: "His." Granted I have not met too many Mexicans, though I have worked with some (possibly authentic) who didn't pronounce words like that at all. I'll make a trip down to Juarez and get some first-hand experience and report back. Regardless, it's the kind of movie my grandfathers probably had on at one point during my childhood and they all were in the zone when they watched, except when they nodded off. Even still, it's comforting to imagine they were watching with me while Gilly continued with her project for A&L's baby.

Thank you for reading.

Playlist:
Chris Cornell - "Enemy" "Other Side of Town" "Climbing Up The Walls"
Chickenfoot - "Down the Drain" "My Kinda Girl" "Learning to Fall"