I took this picture today while biking to San Jose. Rather than taking the straightforward country roads into the city I went westward through the back roads. This picture was taken to the right of the road. Behind me was the reservoir.
The last month I’ve written a number of entries in my journal, but haven’t taken the time to post them here. I’ll get to it eventually, maybe even in time for Easter.
It’s been too long since I’ve written in this journal, and I feel bad because I know that I will not be able to spend a lot of time on this entry, or at least not as much time as I should.
Not a whole lot has actually happened during the hiatus. I’m still pluggin’ away at my job, still sleepy all the time, and still doing my best to avoid meat. The last thing as been more difficult than I expected. I’ve been having cravings, and these cravings are insatiable. Whenever I want ot eat meat I go and eat something fatty instead, like french fries or cheese pizza, but it doesn’t quite work. My body wants the tender flesh of slaughtered animals. I need this to go away.
I bought a bike from a guy on Ebay a couple of short weeks ago, a 1986 Schwinn LeTour. A good part of my free time in recent days has been spent making small adjustments to it to get the fit right where it needs to be. My first real ride with it was during the Bike Party pre-ride last Sunday. I didn’t adjust the rear derailer properly and the chain came off the gears and onto the spokes. I was very lucky that nothing broke. The route for the ride itself was gorgeous during the daytime, and the event was quite the experience.
I want to write about last night, but I don’t have the time. I’ll have to hold on to everything until tomorrow.
It’s back to the grind. Normally I don’t like that phrase but today, perhaps, it is appropriate. I’m caught between the giant millstones of ennui and inevitability.
[omitted: Non-profit organization] didn’t work out. They wanted me to come work for them, but I can’t afford the drop in pay, and the notion that I could lose my job in a heartbeat is unsettling. I do not like my current situation, but it may be the best option to stay in it and ride out this recession. I really wish I had more options.
Classes started up last week at SJSU and as an Open University student, I’ve been struggling to find a public speaking class that isn’t already full. Tonight was my second trek to downtown San Jose and I’ve come back home empty-handed. If I can’t find a communications class soon any hopes that I have for matriculating in the fall are shot; I need this class in order to transfer.
I met a guy on the lightrail today who has Surly’s Long Haul Trucker. He was decked out in a windbreaker, reflective vest, reflective pant-cuff retainers, and helmet-mounted lights. I imagine that he’s a very visible rider. He appeared to be a little nerdy [addition: and very softspoken!], but this guy is now my new bike hero. I should have told him about Bike Party, but I hadn’t thought to at the time. It’d be cool to see him there.
Sleep Calls.
