More Humean Than Humean

Today is roundtrip #480.

I intentionally took left the bike lock @ home since I am quite certain it will rain on and off. This makes lugging the thing around in Penn slightly easier. I'm obv. going to bring the bike into the building.

Devoured the equivalent of up to 4 donuts yesterday. I don't feel as bad about it as I thought I would, since I ran twice my normal distance on Sunday and my legs are still a little sore.

Read about this drug dealer in the philosophy world who I won't name and as far as I'm concerned is just another dirtbag. Supposedly he was just a pot dealer, which isn't as bad as worse drugs, but fuck him, he's another drug dealer. Wow, he read books in prison! Big fucking deal. "I write better when I'm stoned," he says. So you have no natural talent. Good for you. I've always felt that sobriety (or at least some moderation) is the right route. A lot of former friends didn't see it that way and I couldn't care less about them now. When you are on the outside of that, and that's the bond, you see people for what they truly are. My thoughts on the subject were summed up best by the last two tracks on Rollins Band's Weight. I used to think, though, that I was avenging myself but I realize that doesn't matter any more. I have shed that skin and now I'm just proving myself to myself. If I'm a success or a failure, it matters only to me and the close circle of people around me, and not to ghosts and memories.

It's starting to rain a bit, and I have a special group of songs I like to throw on the Ipod for such occasions. I'm also wearing the sweatpants again. The ground isn't wet yet, but I am sure it will be on the return ride.

There is a group of kids engaged in a somewhat organized run along the path to my right and one girl apparently doesn't run often, as her right hand was stuck between her crevice as she ran to keep her loose sweatpants from succumbing to gravity. I had to laugh. Her friends were, too.

Today's a.m. work is mostly done and lunch plans are to hit the National Museum of the American Indian. It's right down the street and I should take advantage. I'm actually glad to be going on a rainy day.

Watched "The Playboy Club" last night and as hot and bare as those women are I cannot imagine clearing an hour a week to tune in to the drama. The handsome-lawyer guy is a Don Draper knockoff all the way down to his dubbed voice. Aside from the women's good looks, I can see how the show is basically a way to show them as 2-D women trying to break the 1-dimensional mold in a time when women were still seen as inferior. That part of it is interesting but I get my fix of that from "Mad Men." I suppose I will leave it on in the background if I remember to tune in, but Hugh Hefner glorifying his Heff-ness is only moderately intriguing to me. He should've done this 20 years ago, and then at least he'd be an innovator. To their credit, though, there was more than just 1 black actress in the episode. Seriously. The girl who was in Mad Men (who played a bunny, there, too), may be the token for the regulars, but at least the costume mistress and Tina Turner and her band were black. So at least we get some diversity with our authenticity. Of course, the black guy that the lawyer was defending said not a word as they entered the courthouse, but we'll see if they rectify that in subsequent episodes.

The plan is to hit the gym tonite, run tomorrow, and maybe squeeze something in Thurs morning, too. We'll see how well I take to the mornings.

The protesters look as though they are just waking up as I pass them at 9:20. It's going to be an uphill battle for them in this weather. They are fighting corporate greed.

Thank you for reading.

Playlist:
AC/DC: Thunderstuck
The Cult: Rain, Coming Down
RHCP: The Adventures of Rain Dance Maggie
Velvet Revolver: Slither