Today's secrets

I wet my pants

I bought this Nalgene OTG bottle because I needed something slim to hold fluids. I preferred something in lexan so I could use it for *ahem* juice and not have it smell like scotch, er, apple juice, forever. I liked it, until one day I stuffed it into my backpack and the top popped open (there is a simple tab that opens it). I had 16 oz. of fluids emptied into my backpack.

I didn't know this until I felt my ass get wet. My psych books are all messed up now.

Verdict: This thing is not very well designed.

Finally, the Motorola Q

Purported to be announced May 22. I just wet myself...

Any masochists out there?

I started working out again last week. I don't care what people say about exercise--if anyone says they love it, they have got to be lying. If they say it's fun, they're crazy. And if they're excited to wake up at 6AM to run 7 miles, they can't be trusted. It feels like atonement for past sins--I hate it. I can totally understand the feelings of accomplishment, being in shape, etc. And even I feel good about myself after a long run. But, it is NOT fun. Me, I only do it because I have to:

1) I have an efficient metabolism. It sounds good, but it isn't. It essentially means my metabolic rate is slow and I have high rates of fat storage. I'm essentially a fat slob without exercise.
2) I love food.
3) I am going to try to climb Mt Rainier (Washington) in June and Mt Elbrus (Russia) a week after that and I need to be in tip top shape.
4) I love food.

The good thing about living next to UC Berkeley is that finding a hill is not hard. So right now, I run from my apartment, uphill through campus, up the fire trail (not all the way yet) and then back down. I hear the view is to die for, but I wouldn't know it yet. It's about 1 hour 20 minutes and 6.8 miles round trip right now. My knees are hurting a bit and my legs shake after every run. Yeah, I'm pretty out of shape. I'm not going to disclose my weight--let's just say I'm not exactly attractive naked right now. And please don't picture it (eeww, too late). Well, at least be generous....

A hard drive crash and a fresh start

I have a Powerbook that I use as a journal (no, I'm not a Mac elitist, I just like the fact that Mac OSX runs on BSD). I like to keep notes on my travels, experiences, gripes, etc. Memories are fickle and mine have been going as of late. Unfortunately, my hardrive died a few weeks ago and I lost a lot of my journals for a good portion of my life. So, I'm starting this blog to motivate me to reach in and pull the memories back out. And, it's an automatic backup (yeah yeah, I know, you should always backup your stuff anyway--I learned my lesson). The funny thing is, I lost my harddrive right before mid-terms. All my lecture notes "poof" gone. But, that's another story. So, I'm going to simply recall memories once in a while and complain. Yeah, lots of complaining.