Pragmatik

Back from a week for training in Philly.  I slept for almost eight hours last night like, well, like a stone at the bottom of Walden Pond.  I actually had a lot of fun, learned a lot, met some nice people, got charged up for my “year of service” and got to explore Philly a bit.  Among my other adventures, I broke a Teva, rather than my foot, walking to a cool bookstore in the dark with my mind on musty volumes.  I have to get new sandals before reporting to my office Monday.  But it beats, you know, having a broken foot or toe[s].  And I have to get my bike all commuter-ready this weekend.  I think I might finally put that milkcrate on.  I don’t know.  It would make changing a tire harder.  But that stinky Slime did last week.  I’ll write about that on the bike blog.

Don’t have a whole lot I have to do this weekend, which is awesome. You should see the stack of books we bought on our travels. Or how much coffee I drank in Philly. I was so dehydrated that I drank a wine bottle of water before bed last night and didn’t have to pee this morning. I know you want to hear about my urinary tract. Right.  I haven’t had spicy food since Monday!  Need.  Peppers.  You should also see my pepper crop.  Holy hot sauce!  I am getting a new camera for my birthday, if heads have to roll.  Too many of the photos from our trips didn’t turn out.  Thank you, and good day to you.

Photo Friday: The Good Life. You might be thinking, “The good life? Coffee? Isn’t that shallow?” I mean, after a decade of studying Western philosophy, shouldn’t this be a photo of a relaxed person, contemplating comfortably in a cafe’? Or after studying Eastern philosophy, why photos of a mind-altering substance like coffee?

It’s been…a week. So right now, Friday morning, when I have to run around until about ten or eleven tonight, teach kids about bikes, go see my sick grandfather days after his 80th birthday, work on job stuff, etc., coffee is the good life. I know; everyone is busy. So you should know what I am talking about then.