Sunday, October 24, 2010

Radio ON!

I have been ... sleepy. Wistful. Calm. At peace. Tired. I yawn a lot. I go to bed at a reasonable hour. I am no longer compelled to stay up as late as possible. I have been writing. I focus. I accomplish.

Unless it involves running. It has been cool in the mornings ... except the last few days when it has been blissful. And still, getting out of bed before 6 am is simply not an option. Or seven on weekends. And by the end of the night, I am done.

And of course, tonight, as I step out ... it begins to rain.

But really, two weeks? Where am I? Where have I been? And I felt this lack of action. In my right knee two days ago. In my left knee yesterday. In my ankle this evening. Now that I have finally broken the spell and pushed it for five miles, it burns. BURNS. Burns good.

Distance: 5.15 miles
Temperature: 74º
Weather: well ... rain
Weight: 161.5 lbs.
Time to retire those tapes. Sony has said that it's stopping production of the Walkman, due to lackluster sales of the outdated music player ... (more)
Well. I mean, it won't be missed. Strange to think it was released in 1979 - thirty-one years ago? Really?

I used to run with a so-called "sport" Walkman in the mid-90s. I would need to re-adjust the earphones every few steps and had to wrap the cord around my hand ... you had to hold it, you see, there was a belt clip, but I mean, who runs wearing a belt? And they had a fannypack strap which, I mean, I said it, right there ... that word. That should be enough.

But still. For walking. Strutting. Dancing with yourself. Staring at the ocean. Lying in a hammock. It was like having an additional sense. It was a teleportation device. I'm not sure I could describe it to someone who grew up always having it, man. It was a revolution.


Cherry Bomb Genius Mix
Cherry Bomb - Joan Jett
TKO - Le Tigre
Do You Wanna Dance? - The Ramones
Accidents Never Happen - Blondie
Rock Me Tonight - Billy Squier
Cretin Hop - The Ramones
Trash - New York Dolls
Christine Sixteen - KISS
Let's Do It - Joan Jett & Paul Westerberg
Fake Friends - Joan Jett
Light of Day (161 bpm) - Joan Jett
Dream Police - Cheap Trick
Roadrunner - Joan Jett

Chicks with mics. Yes, last night we watched The Runaways. My wife wants to start and all-girl rockabilly band. And she loves Joan Jett. I am not making excuses, I wanted to watch it, too. Perfect date movie.

Seriously, however - Kristen Stewart, this is for you, honey.

SNAP OUT OF IT. Cut the dose. Wake the fuck up.

Okay, I'm done.

Monday, October 11, 2010

It's not about how you do it, but why you do it.

A deer, waiting for me in my front yard.

What a beautiful weekend for running. Shame I didn't do any running in it.

This weekend was an unhappy bitch. The headache began creeping up shortly after I woke on Saturday. I'd had one beer the night before. For that matter, the last beer I'd had was the previous Saturday. Two beers in two weeks. But I got to bed after eleven (there was a sleepover going on at my house) woke at 1:30 with an unhappy child who I had to sit up with for a half hour. Then all the children were awake by six.

How many hours of sleep is that? Who knows. I should have gone running. Instead, I made pancakes.

The wife afforded me a few small naps to catch up, that and pain reliever did better work than it should have. But I missed the kids' soccer games, on what may have been the last best day of the fall. So it goes.

Podrunner: Ballistic (149 bpm)

Saw a show at CPT this weekend. They are seriously pushing video as an element of every production. This is also true of convergence-continuum. Must include video. My shows have video ... but I feel pressured to include MORE video.

Distance: 3.25 miles
Temperature: 60º
Weather: just great
Weight: 163.5 lbs.

It's very simple. When at some child's birthday party, there is no excuse for eating the food. Don't eat the food at a kids' birthday party. And no cake, seriously. Do not eat the cake.

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

Sweet spot

If I hadn't left my wristwatch next to the bed, I might still be in it right now. Given the option to get up at 5 or sleep until six (having gone to bed at the proper hour of ten o'clock) all I could think of was 1) warm in here 2) cold out there and 3) I didn't sleep much this summer, did I?

Tick ... tick ... tick ... tick ...

So I got up. Because I can't deal with that. And blessed be that I did.

Podrunner: Activator (159 bpm)

Well done, sir. Check that one out, loving the horns at the start but it goes some incredible places. And 159? I can do that for hours, rock steady.

Going without lyrics frees my mind, and I make connections that I do not with songs. And besides, I have heard all of the songs. The past two nights I have been doing something really weird. I have been writing.

Distance: 3.25 miles
Temperature: 54º
Weather: light, refreshing rain. delicious.
Weight: 162.5 lbs.

Saturday, October 02, 2010

Watching the wildlife

Running Euclid Heights Blvd. at 5.30 am is all start and stop as skunks rise up and wobble across the sidewalk - it's like playing Frogger. Raccoon on Monticello. Deer on Compton. My crepuscular friends.

Podrunner: Under The Sun (179 bpm)

My head has normalized, so much so that the lack of apparent weirdness left me feeling listless and depressed. That and homegirl Valerie Mayen got auf'ed. I do yawn an awful lot, all day and whereas I usually sat up nights staring at Facebook and not going to sleep, well, now I go to sleep. And if I have the chance I stay there. Deep sleep. I have never been a deep sleeper. Right now, I am.

A scene has formed, in my head. A year's worth of reading and research is beginning to pay off. Yes! I have ideas. I need to write them down.

Distance: 3.25 miles
Temperature: 50º
Weather: beautiful and cool
Weight: 161.5 lbs.

Headed off to shoot a piece for Kill Will this morning. I get to be in Kill Will!