This and That

After writing yesterday about how going out and doing things will give you more to write about, I feel a bit silly that today I'm having trouble coming up with anything worth an entire post. Guess there's a vanishing point between "getting more stuff to write" and "so much stuff to write about that I can't process it all". So instead, I give you some snippets of the last few days:

I've started volunteering with Bike TX a couple of days a week. Mostly, I'll do admin/data entry-type stuff for them, although they've already mentioned that I can join them for Cyclists in Suits Day at the state capitol in two weeks. We'll all go and lobby our respective representatives about cycling-related legislation. And when I say "we", I of course mean "other people who know what they are talking about will do the speaking while I smile and shake hands at the appropriate times". It's very exciting.

On the topic of cycling, I rode my bike all the way to campus and back on Wednesday, for a total of 13 miles. I also came down the highest hill I've tried on the bike to date, and loved it. Maybe I'm on my way to conquering my fear of roller coasters.

A bike rack like this. Imagine
turning your bike sideways. See how
that would block all the spaces?

And also about biking: I got to campus Wednesday to find a bike parked longways across a bike rack, thus blocking spaces that at least four bikes could have gone into. I squeezed my bike into the space at the end, wondering what was wrong with this person, then finally decided to leave a note: "There are lots of cyclists on campus. Please exercise more courtesy in the future. Thank you!" (No, really, that's what I wrote.) On Thursday, I saw the same bike, on the same rack, properly parked and sharing space with the other bikes. Excellent.

I guess after all that, it's time to add a "cycling" label to my posts.

And on Thursday, my classmate who I've dubbed "Outside Voice" announced that he should have written an anti-feminist essay for our most recent assignment to make the class hate him. I glanced round at everyone else's faces and I'm pretty sure that a similar thought was crossing all our minds at that moment: You're already working on that with the loud-and-obnoxious act; no abrasive essays required. I think he doesn't realise that if he pushes the "I want you to hate me" thing too far, it instead has the effect of people just ignoring him. I had no trouble returning to my book after he made this announcement.

I was going to tell you how much fun I had in my Wednesday class with my friend Sprained Ankle (turns out I had the wrong joint, but since I started calling her Sprained Ankle last semester that's what I'm sticking with), but now I can't remember any of the funny stuff I said. And that's a bummer, because I kept her distracted through the entire class time. She may not want to sit next to me again.

Those are probably more snippets than you had patience for, so I'll stop now in a "quit while I'm behind" kind of way. So, it's your turn: Share a snippet of your week!