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In which your intrepid bloggy-pal gets sporty with it.

Now, the boyfriend and I have decided it is time to hit it healthy style. Well, it was all his idea. I'm just tagging along really, as that pizza for lunch can attest. But he is running in the Heartland 5k this weekend and I, from the comfort of my cushy, muscle-atrophying bed said: "Cool! Me too!" So, for the past week I've been training. Well, since last Friday at least. And today, on my noontime run, I thought to myself "damn, I've run 11 miles since friday!" And that thought kept me all perky and happy until about 5 mins. ago, when I though, "Jesus Christ, that's not even half a marathon." Cue the muted trombone: wahh wahh wahh wahhhhhhhh.

But still, three miles (5K) is a good bit for me and strangely enough I am actually enjoying physical exertion. Well for now. I have a gin and tonic date tonight that may dampen my enthusiasm for the run tomorrow. But hey, priorities, right?

Things I have managed to spill on my shirt today:

a.) toothpaste
b.) oatmeal slime
c.) edamame juice

I am considering the possibility that I have some sort of strange liquid gravitational pull. If so, it may be to my advantage to go to the bar tonight. With a little ducking and diving, I could profit. On the other hand I could just get drunk and spill beer all over my lousy self. Hmmm, maybe I'll stay home.

In other news, I am going to start up an eradicate Indiana society. I am sure no one would mind if we got rid of it.

Now here is the story I've told everyone who will listen, and now I will tell you:

I was with the boyfriend riding back from central Kentucky to Cincinnati, a trip of about two hours. After that, I had to hop in my car and drive back to Chicago -- through which state? Indiana (mutter mutter grumble grumble). So I was idly thinking about how much I hate Indiana, and how it is flat and ugly and horrid and has the worst interstate construction problems I've ever encountered. They feel no shame in cutting off huge swaths of interstate, including vital interchanges (!), for month at a time. To make matters worse, they use minimal signage, leading to various hilarious Where the Fuck are We? moments.

So, I'm in Kentucky thinking about all of this when I get a plan... If I was God, I'd put my first finger on Ohio, my thumb on Illinois, and I'd pinch Indiana right off the face of the map. Yes sir. Then my plan gets detaily -- Hey, I could pinch it like a little pie crust, so there'd be nice hills to drive through. I'd have lots of sheep and dales and ragweed, to keep all of the whiners with allergies out. (Ohh, sorry people with allergies, I wouldn't really put ragweed there. Just kidding OK?). So anyway, I think out the plan and then I decide it is time to tell the boyfriend the good news.

Me: Hey, if I were God --
Him: (cutting in) You wouldn't exist!!!

Oh, hell.

sighted two days ago, outside my office window...

Terrorist attack? Snow in summer? Or really crazy window washers? I think the latter is the most likely explanation. What ever it was, it lasted for about 15 mins and encompassed the entire block of State St. between Congress and Van Buren.

Will I ever hear someone say Rear Admiral and not snicker? I think not....

Cornell University's collection of old home economics learning materials.

In the news: last night with Fil I saw Candide, the opera, which the Cultural Center staged for free. Today I burnt my tounge on edamame -- those sneaky podded beans. Tonight I will go to see Fantastic Voyage as read by the neo-futurists with Shylo. These are the days. Tomorrow, I may be hung over, but I will know to stay away from steaming soy beans.

I am missing fall, crispy textures, free weekends, the smell of everything new, except new poop and that sort of stuff, and I want to be hungry.

Oh yeah, I bought a laptop today too...

rah

Blogger went weird again. Are we happy with this? Answer: I don't really care in the least

This weekend I saw a drums and bass band (as opposed to DJ). It seemed like an awful lot of effort, if you ask me, all of the banging and sweating and equipment sounds that can normally be generated from one calm DJ behind one laptop. Generally I like efficiency, therefore the sprawl of the band was a little strange, but the music was good, so I'd see them again: The band was called The New Deal. Sorry, I am too tired to look up a better link. They were pretty dancey, and that always scores high in my bandwagon.

Then last night I went to see my roommate perform at a benefit for the Pink Bloque. It was a nifty idea: participants were randomly assigned to a band. After two weeks of writing original material and practicing, they performed for a crowd that would have kept hipster bingo players screeching all night long. People who spotted me scored on the Pabst square, and blogger with digital camera square. Awesome!!! Doing my part, okay!!! I also had the longest hair in the room, which means that I am missing out on some important trend. Well, some guy had longer hair. Oh well.

Also, Bjork New York. It is done and final. August 22. Much excitement pounds within. Boom boom boom.