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Aug. 23rd, 2005
Love! Brings! RAINBOWS!
Aug. 23rd, 2005 06:37 amTODAY'S BIKE RIDE!
Total Miles Ridden: 40
Today: 4.2
Today's Time: 29:27
Average MPH: 8.5
Today's Max MPH: 17.6
The other day, the Max MPH was 28MPH. I didn't post it because, well, it wasn't voluntary. It was one of those things where momentum+mass=Inability for Brakes to Slow Down Bike. I gave up trying to brake got in the middle of the road, and prayed I wouldn't hit a pothole.
I've done 60MPH ONCE. I was about 15, and my dad "launched" me off the truck (I held onto the door handle till we hit about 30, and then dove down a steep hill. I hit 60 at the bottom, the bike was vibrating, I was rock still trying to stay straight on the road and I decided that I would only do that again if it was because I had nothing left to live for.
Anyways, the good news about the ride is, after 30 minutes on fairly flat road, I wasn't winded at all I'll try for 45 the next time. The bad news, though, is the pencil tip lodged in my left leg is RIGHT on a tendon I use to pump when I'm pushing up a hill on my toes. This wasn't a shooting pain, but definately an "I'm here and you're moving me around!" ache. Hopefully this'll either go away, or I'l llearn to ignore it.
Emily and I have now known each other upwards of a year. August 12th, 2004 was the night she and I first talked directly to each other (If you can call an IM talking directly). She had had a serious nightmare, and I was the only person she had on her AIM list that was on (it's part of the contact info on my site). It was a quick little chat, mainly letting her talk to me about the dream to let it all out. She was "Another who just needed a hig or two after a bad night."
When she first IMmed me, there was a bit of "Excuse me, pardon me" and so on, because she knew I had no idea who she was. I think she was taken a bit aback when I IMmed her the next time I saw her to make sure everything was alright. A year later, we still IM each other everynight, and hatch plots and schemes to see each other again.
Best consequence of a nightmare ever. :)
I woke up the other day to VH1's "I Love the 80s" show, showcasing 1985. Not many people know that if I had my druthers, I'd live in Stan's fantasy world. :) ::nostalgic::
Something big came up this weekend. Something I'm still worried about. In short - a grand-uncle died, my Tio Pepe. My sister told me minutes after choked on that indian food, so I talked with her for a while, I didn't feel it was right to not tell her how much I appreciated her al these years moments after a deathly situation. It turns out that my family really wanted me to be there at his funeral.
This is where it gets incredibly off. I have had since a VERY young age a reputation as a recluse. I didn't like being around family, mainly because there were just thousands of them (I kid you not) and because I knew in that kind of family, coming out as TS was gonna smack me (I'd already been beated up by a cousin once). Times have changed, and I'm not nearly as meek or scared as I was before, and have been considering rebuilding some family bridges with those who'd help build them.
The main push for this is the horrible realization that if my father was to die tomorrow, I'd HAVE to be at his funeral, and out myself at the same time. Not a good time to show the folks "Look what I grew over the summer."
Some of my family know something is "off." Some of those have come to me to let me know that I'm welcome no matter what that is. Others have asked my parents if I'm gay (Sure, but in what direction?) And still others have run off a family member for being gay. Full spectrum here.
My thing is...do I tell them what's going on with me, and that I'm doing WELL and BETTER than I was before (They remember a mousy introverted young man, not the outgoing almost jolly woman I've been for ten years). Or do I dump them like yesterday's garbage? Or don't want to do that - I've recently made some serious peace with my own parents. Is it time to reach around, and see who else is out there that might nibble at the bait?
Working on a guest strip for a friend all week. I'll letcha know what up and when.
( Meemage. )
Total Miles Ridden: 40
Today: 4.2
Today's Time: 29:27
Average MPH: 8.5
Today's Max MPH: 17.6
The other day, the Max MPH was 28MPH. I didn't post it because, well, it wasn't voluntary. It was one of those things where momentum+mass=Inability for Brakes to Slow Down Bike. I gave up trying to brake got in the middle of the road, and prayed I wouldn't hit a pothole.
I've done 60MPH ONCE. I was about 15, and my dad "launched" me off the truck (I held onto the door handle till we hit about 30, and then dove down a steep hill. I hit 60 at the bottom, the bike was vibrating, I was rock still trying to stay straight on the road and I decided that I would only do that again if it was because I had nothing left to live for.
Anyways, the good news about the ride is, after 30 minutes on fairly flat road, I wasn't winded at all I'll try for 45 the next time. The bad news, though, is the pencil tip lodged in my left leg is RIGHT on a tendon I use to pump when I'm pushing up a hill on my toes. This wasn't a shooting pain, but definately an "I'm here and you're moving me around!" ache. Hopefully this'll either go away, or I'l llearn to ignore it.
Emily and I have now known each other upwards of a year. August 12th, 2004 was the night she and I first talked directly to each other (If you can call an IM talking directly). She had had a serious nightmare, and I was the only person she had on her AIM list that was on (it's part of the contact info on my site). It was a quick little chat, mainly letting her talk to me about the dream to let it all out. She was "Another who just needed a hig or two after a bad night."
When she first IMmed me, there was a bit of "Excuse me, pardon me" and so on, because she knew I had no idea who she was. I think she was taken a bit aback when I IMmed her the next time I saw her to make sure everything was alright. A year later, we still IM each other everynight, and hatch plots and schemes to see each other again.
Best consequence of a nightmare ever. :)
I woke up the other day to VH1's "I Love the 80s" show, showcasing 1985. Not many people know that if I had my druthers, I'd live in Stan's fantasy world. :) ::nostalgic::
Something big came up this weekend. Something I'm still worried about. In short - a grand-uncle died, my Tio Pepe. My sister told me minutes after choked on that indian food, so I talked with her for a while, I didn't feel it was right to not tell her how much I appreciated her al these years moments after a deathly situation. It turns out that my family really wanted me to be there at his funeral.
This is where it gets incredibly off. I have had since a VERY young age a reputation as a recluse. I didn't like being around family, mainly because there were just thousands of them (I kid you not) and because I knew in that kind of family, coming out as TS was gonna smack me (I'd already been beated up by a cousin once). Times have changed, and I'm not nearly as meek or scared as I was before, and have been considering rebuilding some family bridges with those who'd help build them.
The main push for this is the horrible realization that if my father was to die tomorrow, I'd HAVE to be at his funeral, and out myself at the same time. Not a good time to show the folks "Look what I grew over the summer."
Some of my family know something is "off." Some of those have come to me to let me know that I'm welcome no matter what that is. Others have asked my parents if I'm gay (Sure, but in what direction?) And still others have run off a family member for being gay. Full spectrum here.
My thing is...do I tell them what's going on with me, and that I'm doing WELL and BETTER than I was before (They remember a mousy introverted young man, not the outgoing almost jolly woman I've been for ten years). Or do I dump them like yesterday's garbage? Or don't want to do that - I've recently made some serious peace with my own parents. Is it time to reach around, and see who else is out there that might nibble at the bait?
Working on a guest strip for a friend all week. I'll letcha know what up and when.
( Meemage. )
Love! Brings! RAINBOWS!
Aug. 23rd, 2005 06:37 amTODAY'S BIKE RIDE!
Total Miles Ridden: 40
Today: 4.2
Today's Time: 29:27
Average MPH: 8.5
Today's Max MPH: 17.6
The other day, the Max MPH was 28MPH. I didn't post it because, well, it wasn't voluntary. It was one of those things where momentum+mass=Inability for Brakes to Slow Down Bike. I gave up trying to brake got in the middle of the road, and prayed I wouldn't hit a pothole.
I've done 60MPH ONCE. I was about 15, and my dad "launched" me off the truck (I held onto the door handle till we hit about 30, and then dove down a steep hill. I hit 60 at the bottom, the bike was vibrating, I was rock still trying to stay straight on the road and I decided that I would only do that again if it was because I had nothing left to live for.
Anyways, the good news about the ride is, after 30 minutes on fairly flat road, I wasn't winded at all I'll try for 45 the next time. The bad news, though, is the pencil tip lodged in my left leg is RIGHT on a tendon I use to pump when I'm pushing up a hill on my toes. This wasn't a shooting pain, but definately an "I'm here and you're moving me around!" ache. Hopefully this'll either go away, or I'l llearn to ignore it.
Emily and I have now known each other upwards of a year. August 12th, 2004 was the night she and I first talked directly to each other (If you can call an IM talking directly). She had had a serious nightmare, and I was the only person she had on her AIM list that was on (it's part of the contact info on my site). It was a quick little chat, mainly letting her talk to me about the dream to let it all out. She was "Another who just needed a hig or two after a bad night."
When she first IMmed me, there was a bit of "Excuse me, pardon me" and so on, because she knew I had no idea who she was. I think she was taken a bit aback when I IMmed her the next time I saw her to make sure everything was alright. A year later, we still IM each other everynight, and hatch plots and schemes to see each other again.
Best consequence of a nightmare ever. :)
I woke up the other day to VH1's "I Love the 80s" show, showcasing 1985. Not many people know that if I had my druthers, I'd live in Stan's fantasy world. :) ::nostalgic::
Something big came up this weekend. Something I'm still worried about. In short - a grand-uncle died, my Tio Pepe. My sister told me minutes after choked on that indian food, so I talked with her for a while, I didn't feel it was right to not tell her how much I appreciated her al these years moments after a deathly situation. It turns out that my family really wanted me to be there at his funeral.
This is where it gets incredibly off. I have had since a VERY young age a reputation as a recluse. I didn't like being around family, mainly because there were just thousands of them (I kid you not) and because I knew in that kind of family, coming out as TS was gonna smack me (I'd already been beated up by a cousin once). Times have changed, and I'm not nearly as meek or scared as I was before, and have been considering rebuilding some family bridges with those who'd help build them.
The main push for this is the horrible realization that if my father was to die tomorrow, I'd HAVE to be at his funeral, and out myself at the same time. Not a good time to show the folks "Look what I grew over the summer."
Some of my family know something is "off." Some of those have come to me to let me know that I'm welcome no matter what that is. Others have asked my parents if I'm gay (Sure, but in what direction?) And still others have run off a family member for being gay. Full spectrum here.
My thing is...do I tell them what's going on with me, and that I'm doing WELL and BETTER than I was before (They remember a mousy introverted young man, not the outgoing almost jolly woman I've been for ten years). Or do I dump them like yesterday's garbage? Or don't want to do that - I've recently made some serious peace with my own parents. Is it time to reach around, and see who else is out there that might nibble at the bait?
Working on a guest strip for a friend all week. I'll letcha know what up and when.
( Meemage. )
Total Miles Ridden: 40
Today: 4.2
Today's Time: 29:27
Average MPH: 8.5
Today's Max MPH: 17.6
The other day, the Max MPH was 28MPH. I didn't post it because, well, it wasn't voluntary. It was one of those things where momentum+mass=Inability for Brakes to Slow Down Bike. I gave up trying to brake got in the middle of the road, and prayed I wouldn't hit a pothole.
I've done 60MPH ONCE. I was about 15, and my dad "launched" me off the truck (I held onto the door handle till we hit about 30, and then dove down a steep hill. I hit 60 at the bottom, the bike was vibrating, I was rock still trying to stay straight on the road and I decided that I would only do that again if it was because I had nothing left to live for.
Anyways, the good news about the ride is, after 30 minutes on fairly flat road, I wasn't winded at all I'll try for 45 the next time. The bad news, though, is the pencil tip lodged in my left leg is RIGHT on a tendon I use to pump when I'm pushing up a hill on my toes. This wasn't a shooting pain, but definately an "I'm here and you're moving me around!" ache. Hopefully this'll either go away, or I'l llearn to ignore it.
Emily and I have now known each other upwards of a year. August 12th, 2004 was the night she and I first talked directly to each other (If you can call an IM talking directly). She had had a serious nightmare, and I was the only person she had on her AIM list that was on (it's part of the contact info on my site). It was a quick little chat, mainly letting her talk to me about the dream to let it all out. She was "Another who just needed a hig or two after a bad night."
When she first IMmed me, there was a bit of "Excuse me, pardon me" and so on, because she knew I had no idea who she was. I think she was taken a bit aback when I IMmed her the next time I saw her to make sure everything was alright. A year later, we still IM each other everynight, and hatch plots and schemes to see each other again.
Best consequence of a nightmare ever. :)
I woke up the other day to VH1's "I Love the 80s" show, showcasing 1985. Not many people know that if I had my druthers, I'd live in Stan's fantasy world. :) ::nostalgic::
Something big came up this weekend. Something I'm still worried about. In short - a grand-uncle died, my Tio Pepe. My sister told me minutes after choked on that indian food, so I talked with her for a while, I didn't feel it was right to not tell her how much I appreciated her al these years moments after a deathly situation. It turns out that my family really wanted me to be there at his funeral.
This is where it gets incredibly off. I have had since a VERY young age a reputation as a recluse. I didn't like being around family, mainly because there were just thousands of them (I kid you not) and because I knew in that kind of family, coming out as TS was gonna smack me (I'd already been beated up by a cousin once). Times have changed, and I'm not nearly as meek or scared as I was before, and have been considering rebuilding some family bridges with those who'd help build them.
The main push for this is the horrible realization that if my father was to die tomorrow, I'd HAVE to be at his funeral, and out myself at the same time. Not a good time to show the folks "Look what I grew over the summer."
Some of my family know something is "off." Some of those have come to me to let me know that I'm welcome no matter what that is. Others have asked my parents if I'm gay (Sure, but in what direction?) And still others have run off a family member for being gay. Full spectrum here.
My thing is...do I tell them what's going on with me, and that I'm doing WELL and BETTER than I was before (They remember a mousy introverted young man, not the outgoing almost jolly woman I've been for ten years). Or do I dump them like yesterday's garbage? Or don't want to do that - I've recently made some serious peace with my own parents. Is it time to reach around, and see who else is out there that might nibble at the bait?
Working on a guest strip for a friend all week. I'll letcha know what up and when.
( Meemage. )