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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

[133] resolute


Bally's has become overrun by New Year's resolvers. Upon arriving at my oft nigh-empty gym tonite, there were no treadmills, ellipticals, bikes, or even stair climbers available upon which to work on my fitness. It's absurd. I realize that in a month or two it'll be back to normal, but I certainly do not feel that I am getting my $18 a month worth at the moment. Of course, I should be glad that people are attempting to curb the widespread obesity problem in America. I should be happy for these people that they are decreasing their chance of heart problems and diabetes. But I'm selfish. I want my elliptical back.

Katie was impressed enough by tuna melt making skills that today she told me that I'm going to be an excellent mother. I hope that my own children will be as easy to please as Katie.

Upon arriving at their house today, Chris explained to me that Katie was learning about Martin Luther King, Jr., and that she and her classmates had a hard time understanding why people would make fun of others and treat others badly because of the color of their skin. He said that he almost didn't want to explain it because it was just so awesome that they couldn't even fathom the concept of racism. That made me smile. I mean, I'm not in denial or anything. I know that racism still exists and probably always will, but to see the pockets of it getting smaller and smaller is a pretty incredible thing to witness.

I'm currently reading the book Thunderstruck by Erik Larson. He's the fella who wrote Devil in the White City, which, if you have not read, I'm judging you for. It's amazing. Read it. Especially if you're a history nerd. Anyway, this one ties together the stories of a murderer named Hawley Harvey Crippen and the inventor Guiglielmo Marconi. So far, it's fantastic. No one does non-fiction like Erik Larson... except maybe Capote, but I'm not sure that quite counts. This book is a delightful change after attempting to read Jon Krakauer's Under the Banner of Heaven. Only Krakauer can take a subject that I'm completely fascinated by - to the point of obsession - and make it unreadable.

Emil, Brian, and I are going to California for Coop's wedding in three days. I love being spontaneous. I feel alive.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

i too feel slightly alive for doing it. mainly because i'm not telling my family. here's to finally being grown up...sorta...

-B

Kent said...

i need spontaneity! (I pout as a single, glistening tear strolls down the rolling hills of my cheek) I have NOT been able to read lately, its sad and I feel like an idiot. Alas, my book season will come. You still need to hang out with me a little more before you perfect your mothering...I mean, do you even know how to make cookies from scratch like me? But then again...Kid tested, Mother approved...and then there is the disney channeling...its not that your kids will have easy to please its just, or maybe that its cause you are easy to please and generally like children's programming...eh?

Kent said...

I realize that ended up not being the most coherent of comments...but i think you will be able to decipher just foine!

Kent said...

look up frisky on dictionary.com i think you will find it quite informative...not sayin it doesnt connotate horny or whatever but it also means what i mean it to mean

Kent said...

k, this post is really old...like 2 weeks old. In fact, it is the same day Rakasta was born and he has already lost and gained weight! Sorry to be that guy, but I am that guy.

The Future Mr. and Mrs said...

Well i'm not glad that you are always sick too, but I am glad that there is someone else out there experiencing my pain. I was honestly getting concerned that I had some sort of immune system defect or cancer or something. But it probably is just the little germ factories.