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...on my first day of vacation:
I've been on the road since Tuesday. The trip so far:
Miles covered: 1000+, including an unholy number of detours and u-turns (Miami rush-hour traffic was not fun. On the plus side, I found a Spanglish station [95.7 FM] that careened from beauty and nutrition tips to a mashup of Gangnam style/"Hammer Time"...)
Chapters of Moby Dick listened to: 53
Workouts: 2
Discoveries/highlights:
* I don't like parasailing and I'm too uncoordinated to water-ski. Tubing, however, requires no technique and isn't too many hundred feet up in the air, and was therefore totally awesome.
* I was underwhelmed by the music and plot of Orchid (the performers were fine, but I do have Nashville standards, and covers of Madonna and George Michael do not do thing one for me at all), but I was impressed at the setup of the Pleasure Garden (for a cluster of pop-ups, it's very impressive, and seeing the Ruinart logo everywhere brought back happy memories of visiting Reims three years ago), and seeing the acrobats, aerialists, and burlesque dancing was wonderful. Especially Kitty Bang Bang, an incredible dancer who is also a fire-eater. She started out by putting out a cigarette on her tongue and eventually set fire to her nipple tassels and twirled them. I felt a touch sorry for whomever had to follow her sets.
* Woke up with awful hair. Working out for 30 minutes somehow seems to have fixed it. Let that be a lesson to me. ;-)
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
- Herman Melville, Moby Dick, Chapter 1
(The episodes in my CD folder were downloaded from MobyDickBigRead.com. Chapter 1 is read by Tilda Swinton.)
I've been on the road since Tuesday. The trip so far:
Miles covered: 1000+, including an unholy number of detours and u-turns (Miami rush-hour traffic was not fun. On the plus side, I found a Spanglish station [95.7 FM] that careened from beauty and nutrition tips to a mashup of Gangnam style/"Hammer Time"...)
Chapters of Moby Dick listened to: 53
Workouts: 2
Discoveries/highlights:
* I don't like parasailing and I'm too uncoordinated to water-ski. Tubing, however, requires no technique and isn't too many hundred feet up in the air, and was therefore totally awesome.
* I was underwhelmed by the music and plot of Orchid (the performers were fine, but I do have Nashville standards, and covers of Madonna and George Michael do not do thing one for me at all), but I was impressed at the setup of the Pleasure Garden (for a cluster of pop-ups, it's very impressive, and seeing the Ruinart logo everywhere brought back happy memories of visiting Reims three years ago), and seeing the acrobats, aerialists, and burlesque dancing was wonderful. Especially Kitty Bang Bang, an incredible dancer who is also a fire-eater. She started out by putting out a cigarette on her tongue and eventually set fire to her nipple tassels and twirled them. I felt a touch sorry for whomever had to follow her sets.
* Woke up with awful hair. Working out for 30 minutes somehow seems to have fixed it. Let that be a lesson to me. ;-)
