Don't Wake Me, I Plan On Sleeping In
Apr. 20th, 2005 04:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
And the love affair with the Postal Service continues, but only because I can't find my Interpol CD. (*cry*) I think I might have actually loaned it to a coworker, but she's not here today so I'll have to ask her about it tomorrow. In the meantime, one more day without Interpol, at work or home.
I was not expecting anywhere near that many replies to the meme, but hopefully it made everyone involved feel better. :) It actually did me a world of good; I wanted to be as honest and sincere as possible, while still just ruminating on the best I saw in people. I haven't been doing a lot of that in a good long while, for reasons I may or may not get to in this little journal entry.
I'm getting increasingly rustrated with my computer and its apparent inability to properly burn OR rip CDs. Half the time neither CD drive registers to WinXP (I don't know if it's a Windows-specific thing, so hold your venom you Linux and Mac geeks. ;)) so I have to restart one or two times before I can even *get* to the CD I want to rip. When it's finally up, SimpleMP3 has this really annoying habit of not ripping the last track of enhanced CDs (because I guess the data track for all kinds of computery goodness is attached to it somehow), so I'm missing lots of songs and hidden tracks that are the best of the album in some cases (read: Jimmy Eat World's "23").
For some reason, RealPlayer refuses to recognize .ogg as a valid music format and won't download it to My Library. RP has this insanely lame kind of...proprietary directory that organizes all the music files on your computer by artist or album or whatever, regardless of how you have your directory filed on your computer. You have to transfer the files onto this system, and it summarily ignores certain files that have 'invalid formats', whatever that means. So .ogg is out. And it's really chapping my lips, because about a quarter of the songs I want to put on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
foxen_alopex's CD are oggs, so I have to find a way to burn them, anyway. WinXP's burning program is *totally* useless, as it just puts the tracks on the CD in alphabetical order, no matter *what* you tell it to do. So, yes, so very frustrating I wish I could beat my computer's nose with a newspaper and tell it what a bad object it's being. But I can't, so I fume instead.
Got my copies of Reed Magazine in yesterday, and I've been showing off my poem to *everyone*. It's on page 104, right next to a painting of a nude. ;) Oddly, it makes for a good fit. I'm really rather excited; the poems in the journal are all very good (especially "Secret Cowgirl") and it makes me wish the contributor's list included e-mail or something so I could write them and tell them so. The photographs are likewise amazing, and I haven't read a short story yet, but I'm sure they're equally good. It feels really amazing to be in the company of really talented people, and inspiring to the effect of wanting to pour into writing more again. :) So I'll be trying to keep busy on that end for the next few days.
Fell off the wagon, because Tube told me to. :D I'll make a fresh run at it on Sunday (or whenever he tells me to). *squirm*
Reason #124 that Nina Simone rocks the party: When she screams "My name is Peaches," she means it, and you get a little bit frightened.
I haven't been keeping up with the exercise as often as I should, mainly because the work schedule got so wonky and I wasn't sleeping very well. Now that it's stabilized enough for me to work out a new rhythm, I will, and starting this Saturday I'll try to make another go for the whole walking/running routine.
One of the reasons that I've been futzing with the routine is the weird, burning kind of pain I get in my calves when I keep running. It's not a typical muscle ache, really, it's more like a cross between good fatigue and something...else biting at my muscles there. I think that it's maybe that I'm not stretching properly before I go, or I'm not giving my calves enough rest between sessions (I walk *lots* on the job, and to the bus stop, and lots of other places really.). Eliahn blames it on lactic acid build-up and I'll buy that, but I'd like to do a bit more research on, you know, proper care and precaution to see if I can either help them not ache so much or...what. Maybe I need to drink more water in general? I don't know. Perhaps I'm just not in the shape I thought I was in for running.
What's great is that I get winded less easily. I still breathe heavy when I'm exerting myself, but it's not a wheezy kind of thing, just a "You need more oxygen now" thing. I can resume normal breathing a lot more quickly after that, too, so that's cool. It's really great to actually, well, *notice* how exercise affects energy levels, and food intake affects ability to exercise, and you get certain cravings for certain things. Your body knows what it wants better than you do most of the time. ;)
Again, more I want to say than time allows. I would like to talk about why I think "Romeo and Juliet" is Shakespeare's weakest play, and why Baz Luhrmann's version is the best retelling I've ever seen, and my newly-discovered misanthropy (pointed out by Tube and Eliahn), and ways to combat it, but, you know...work.
I was not expecting anywhere near that many replies to the meme, but hopefully it made everyone involved feel better. :) It actually did me a world of good; I wanted to be as honest and sincere as possible, while still just ruminating on the best I saw in people. I haven't been doing a lot of that in a good long while, for reasons I may or may not get to in this little journal entry.
I'm getting increasingly rustrated with my computer and its apparent inability to properly burn OR rip CDs. Half the time neither CD drive registers to WinXP (I don't know if it's a Windows-specific thing, so hold your venom you Linux and Mac geeks. ;)) so I have to restart one or two times before I can even *get* to the CD I want to rip. When it's finally up, SimpleMP3 has this really annoying habit of not ripping the last track of enhanced CDs (because I guess the data track for all kinds of computery goodness is attached to it somehow), so I'm missing lots of songs and hidden tracks that are the best of the album in some cases (read: Jimmy Eat World's "23").
For some reason, RealPlayer refuses to recognize .ogg as a valid music format and won't download it to My Library. RP has this insanely lame kind of...proprietary directory that organizes all the music files on your computer by artist or album or whatever, regardless of how you have your directory filed on your computer. You have to transfer the files onto this system, and it summarily ignores certain files that have 'invalid formats', whatever that means. So .ogg is out. And it's really chapping my lips, because about a quarter of the songs I want to put on
foxen_alopex's CD are oggs, so I have to find a way to burn them, anyway. WinXP's burning program is *totally* useless, as it just puts the tracks on the CD in alphabetical order, no matter *what* you tell it to do. So, yes, so very frustrating I wish I could beat my computer's nose with a newspaper and tell it what a bad object it's being. But I can't, so I fume instead.Got my copies of Reed Magazine in yesterday, and I've been showing off my poem to *everyone*. It's on page 104, right next to a painting of a nude. ;) Oddly, it makes for a good fit. I'm really rather excited; the poems in the journal are all very good (especially "Secret Cowgirl") and it makes me wish the contributor's list included e-mail or something so I could write them and tell them so. The photographs are likewise amazing, and I haven't read a short story yet, but I'm sure they're equally good. It feels really amazing to be in the company of really talented people, and inspiring to the effect of wanting to pour into writing more again. :) So I'll be trying to keep busy on that end for the next few days.
Fell off the wagon, because Tube told me to. :D I'll make a fresh run at it on Sunday (or whenever he tells me to). *squirm*
Reason #124 that Nina Simone rocks the party: When she screams "My name is Peaches," she means it, and you get a little bit frightened.
I haven't been keeping up with the exercise as often as I should, mainly because the work schedule got so wonky and I wasn't sleeping very well. Now that it's stabilized enough for me to work out a new rhythm, I will, and starting this Saturday I'll try to make another go for the whole walking/running routine.
One of the reasons that I've been futzing with the routine is the weird, burning kind of pain I get in my calves when I keep running. It's not a typical muscle ache, really, it's more like a cross between good fatigue and something...else biting at my muscles there. I think that it's maybe that I'm not stretching properly before I go, or I'm not giving my calves enough rest between sessions (I walk *lots* on the job, and to the bus stop, and lots of other places really.). Eliahn blames it on lactic acid build-up and I'll buy that, but I'd like to do a bit more research on, you know, proper care and precaution to see if I can either help them not ache so much or...what. Maybe I need to drink more water in general? I don't know. Perhaps I'm just not in the shape I thought I was in for running.
What's great is that I get winded less easily. I still breathe heavy when I'm exerting myself, but it's not a wheezy kind of thing, just a "You need more oxygen now" thing. I can resume normal breathing a lot more quickly after that, too, so that's cool. It's really great to actually, well, *notice* how exercise affects energy levels, and food intake affects ability to exercise, and you get certain cravings for certain things. Your body knows what it wants better than you do most of the time. ;)
Again, more I want to say than time allows. I would like to talk about why I think "Romeo and Juliet" is Shakespeare's weakest play, and why Baz Luhrmann's version is the best retelling I've ever seen, and my newly-discovered misanthropy (pointed out by Tube and Eliahn), and ways to combat it, but, you know...work.
