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September 30, 2007

(Mis)Adventures

It's another lovely morning in Aberdeen. I'm sitting again in the solarium, basking in the sun and surrounded by dark wood, stoic granite, and bright greenery. I may go for a bike ride, but I'm also a bit nervous about heading down the roads to the park. Traffic laws are different here. It's not just the driving on the left or the roundabouts; there is no assumption about rights-of-way for pedestrians or cyclists. People drive here very decisively and with the tacit understanding that cars go first; we'll see how brave I feel after another coffee.

The weekend has been mostly relaxing. I say "mostly" because I misplaced my wallet yesterday afternoon. What a colossal pain in the ass. The end result is that I have nothing until I'm in London on Wednesday, although Paul is being kind enough to be my own ATM. At least I got some gifts bought prior to spending two hours on the phone with people trying to sort things out.

Friday night, Paul and I met some colleagues for a few pints at the Queen Vic. Most of these are people in research for public health, and there were a few statisticians among the crowd, as well. The conversation was actually pretty fun, and a few of the girls were cute. We cut out pretty early and grabbed a bite at the same kebab place from the night before, then went home and probably were in bed by 11.

Yesterday, I helped Paul with one of his properties. It's a house that holds five flats inside. We started off taking a few hundred pounds of excess soil to the recycling center, and then attempted to move some of the rocks on the front lawn into something aesthetically pleasing. No way. One was at least 400 pounds; we may try later with more people. We also moved some sofas inside. I wonder what the two Hungarian tenants must be thinking about all of this.

I met my friend, Lisa, for coffee that afternoon. She's awesome. She also works at the university in some capacity for women's public health, and just recently got engaged. She was there with Emma, and we all chatted for a while before I went off shopping to lose my wallet. :)

Next was the beach. The houses down there are really cool. They're small - cozy is probably a better word - and have lots of personality. I've got many pictures of them.

We had dinner at Saigon, a Vietnamese restaurant here in town. I think of Vietnamese as being a lot lighter, but this is Scotland and ehtnic cuisines seem to invariably adapt themselves to local tastes. It was still great, if way too much food.

We hit Soul afterward for a quick drink. There are lots of old churches here. Since this isn't Houston where developers are free to tear down old construction for the architecural equivalent of pabulum, people repurpose these old imposing granite structures. What was once a church is now a bar, replete with stained glass windows. Where people once knelt before the altar and bought indeulgences, people kneel before the porcelain altar because of overindulging... well, that's taking it a bit far, but I still think it's neat.

It was loud, and by far the most entertaining aspect was watching Cat's expressions when many of the other women walked by. I'd call it "trying too hard"; she muttered something about hypothermia; it could be less charitably called "tarting up for attention". Either way, lots of ridiculously scantily clad women were about in 45 degree weather. 

After having enough of the noise and too many drunk people (we weren't expecting too much from a Scottish bar on a Saturday night), we hit a nearby pub for some quieter conversation before heading home.

I'm supposed to meet Tricia today and go out to tea with her and her mom; I'm sure we'll find something to do. I need to grab some more books and see what other shopping I can do on a limited budget. Perhaps some street busking is in order to get some dosh for more loot.

Pics here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/superflyc/sets/72157602214020199/detail/ 

September 28, 2007

Made it

"Hey, Kiddie-Fiddler!"

The first three words from a familiar face after hours in a compressed metal canister hurtling hundreds of miles an hour over the earth, and they were calling me a pedophile. Still, I couldn't suppress a grin at seeing Paul. We've known each other about seven years, and he's always been great about putting me up while I'm over here.

I've spent the last two days getting reacquainted with the city. Most of it is built in granite, which can lend a bleak and industrial feel to the place. This matches the Scottish pysche quite well. Walk around the streets and there is an evident hardness from many people: pinched features and purposeful strides underscore the pugnacious and obstinate character of the people who live here.

This isn't meant to paint the wrong picture, though - the city can be beautiful, the countryside is magnificent, and the people are fantastic and friendly - just don't get on their bad side. :)

Aberdeen has gotten a lot more diverse in the past two years. This isn't to say that it was monochromatic in the past. You had your choice of pasty and/or ruddy, and tanning bed enhanced levels of melanin for that slightly cooked look. It's a good thing, and it adds a more metropolitan feel to the place. There's even a sushi restaurant now. :)  

It's great to see all of the familiar buildings and places to go. I think mothers walking with their prams (which I learned yesterday is short for "perambulator") is a national pastime. We had some great Italian food for lunch and I helped get some work done on some property that Paul owns and is turning into a small business hotel.

Tonight the plan is to meet some friends at the Queen Vic for a few pints, and then who knows what will happen? I will keep the camera with me and have some good stories to tell, I'm sure. 

Speaking of, pics are here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/superflyc/sets/72157602171943844/detail/. I'll put new ones in a different set.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

September 26, 2007

Okay

The next time this blog is updated, it should be from Scotland. I just installed some gallery software last night, although I may go ahead and sign up with Flickr instead. Actually, at some point I should go ahead and update the portal on the main page to link to all of these things. Reading the manual would be a good first step. I think there should be a way to amalgamate places like my main website, this blog, my Facebook profile, my Flickr account, and more. Hm. Perhaps that's what a mashup does.

I had a good Krav workout last night. By far the hardest thing we've done so far is the shoulder tag. It's you and one or two partners trying to tag the others' shoulders and/or knees from a fighting stance. It works on mobility, blocking, the ability to read body language, aggression, and STAMINA. Holy shit, halfway into the second round I was already getting sloppy. Tagging can also imply open handed striking, and while no one is trying to break anything, I've had a few bruises. Not bad, though - it's a reminder to keep my guard up. I'm still amazed at how awesome everyone in the class is. There is nothing more motivating than knowing the guy you're about to spar with was giving you tips the previous week, and not wanting to look like an idiot.

Unfortunately, I had two partners last night. Both of them are awesome folks, but I didn't get the full workout I could have. One of them is the guy with whom I've been partnering with for the last few classes. He is a big guy, and I wish he'd hit harder. I'm sure that will come in time - there is still that "I don't want to hurt you" mentality that floats around the room. I have it, too, at times. I could NOT bring myself to strike my other partner, who is a very nice and petite Asian woman who maybe weighs 100 pounds. In the end, though, that's not doing her any favors, so we'll see. 

Alright, enough of my havering (that's Scottish for blathering on). I need to pick up dry cleaning and lift weights before flying out. 

September 24, 2007

Almost gone

I leave on Wednesday to go back to Scotland and London to see some dear friends. I'm not sure what will be on the agenda, but I'm sure it will be fun and I'm keeping my expectations low. Expectations have been a source of frustration both to me and my friends as of late.

At any rate, I need to hit the bookstore and do some packing - or perhaps all of the packing - before I head out. Other than that, I think I'm set. I'm looking for the motivation to go lift in the next 10 minutes; I'll miss one week's of weights and Krav Maga, and two weeks of riding. That's acceptable, although I do have a longish ride late October.

The taller gearing on the fixed gear kicks ass. My legs are already getting stronger, and I can feel the benefits of the higher top end. I can't wait for my first group ride with the cycling club.

My grandmother turned 80 on Saturday. We went to the Junior League to celebrate. Talk about feeling like a fish out of the water. There was a DAR convention in the ballroom or whatever they call it. I was the only male in the tea room, seated at a table with my mom, aunt, grandmother, and 4 of her octogenarian friends. There was a baby shower next to us, and the entire room was full of high maintenance girly southern women. Damn, I was uncomfortable. I saw a tattoo on the shoulder of one of the girls at a table behind me and wanted to do a cartwheel.

Okay, the weights won't lift themselves. 

September 19, 2007

Hooray

Hooray, my trip is coming up soon, and I can barely wait. I released a major application today, as well, which is a good feeling.

Still, even on International Talk Like a Pirate Day, I am missing the elation that I would expect to feel, given the above. I'm tired and feel beat up, and I feel like I've been giving a lot more than I've got, which is a shitty feeling to have. It's perilously close to whining and it involves incorrectly adjusted expectations, even if some of those were misleadingly set in the first place.

Still, Scotland will be nice. My friends there are uncomplicated and lots of fun. The scenery will be great. The company will be great.

I'm looking forward to doing some more riding on my bike with the new, taller gearing. I'm also thinking of changing my weights routine, and am going to start hitting Krav 2-3 times a week, as opposed to 1-2.

Really, I just want to get out of the rut I feel I'm in. I think I was a lot happier a few months ago. Hopefully the trip will give me some needed perspective. 

September 10, 2007

That was fun!

Ranting is fun, but it gets old.

I played a show with the blues band Saturday night, and had a surprisingly good time. I still miss the funk band and hope we get together soon, but this group is fun. We still have some volume issues to work on, but I have a feeling we'll be okay. I may look at running my gear through a compressor/expander, particularly since the organ has a broad dynamic range, especially when I play with the drawbars.

A lot of my trepidation was from an aborted stint with a blues band a few years ago that left a bad taste in my mouth. This stuff is fun, though. I'm motivated to practice more at home, and I wonder if I can't turn this into some session work for cash.

I will say that it is going to be tough balancing the cycling and the gigs. I'm normally useless after 11PM or so, so I took a few naps on Saturday before the show. I was pumped through the show and didn't feel spacey on the way home (this has been an issue since I started riding my road bike and waking up at 5AM). However, I didn't go to bed until 4:30, and still woke up at 5:45. I opted not to do my ride, though, which is unfortunate. I have a 170 mile ride next month that I need to train for.

Back to work! 

September 07, 2007

Really?

What's the f**king point? My dead battery, subsequent summery walk back to my house carrying groceries, and ensuing ride with a nice headwind back to work has only aggravated a shit day, and for what? Is serenity that f**king fragile? Goddammit, I am sick of this situation.

Had to vent. Will be better and play nice later. 

September 06, 2007

40's Music

I don't know what it is, but music from the 1940's is very relaxing - for the most part. Glenn Miller, the Andrews Sisters... I mean, I normally can't listen to music while I sleep, but I can fall asleep to that.

 I need to figure out how to put my MacBook on a timer so that I can stream the XM station for an hour at bedtime.

Now it's time to see if I can get some reading done and wake up early for jiu jitsu. I see that my school just added a video that must have been a blast to make on their site: http://www.kravmagahouston.com/

Other than that, I'm not really looking forward to tomorrow, though. Lots to think about, but at least I will be productive. I've got multiple bike rides that I need to do over the weekend, since I have a big ride coming up in 6 weeks for which I'm woefully unprepared.

It's strange how things work out. Two years ago, I hardly exercised and the defining aspect of my life was music. Now, it's the cycling and everything else that keep me together. I still love music, and need to practice and write more, but it's the exercise that runs the show these days. In fact, I'd say that it's the ability to do all of it that is keeping at my job, but I have hopes for some good talks and progress on the Next Big Thing to keep me engaged and challenged where I'm at.  


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