The Fourty Seven Hour Weekend, or The Experiment Begins

Yeah, what did you expect? The sun sets a little later in the day and you get hungry earlier than you're used to. You don't really 'lose an hour' in this case. Those sixty minutes didn't go anywhere. You just have to make a one hour adjustment to your daily schedule. Folks complain that changing clocks are a pain in the ass. Well, I don't mind seeing the sun set closer to 8pm. So much more can be done after work. Here's to Ben Franklin...the guy who came up with this crazy scheme. Oh yeah, I usually talk about random things on a Sunday:

- The sun "turned the corner" outside of my window. Now I'm going to have to deal with blinding early evening sunlight for a while. It's good to see the sun again but it sure sucks to have to wear sunglasses in your house when the blinds are drawn. For some reason, I can already tell that this summer will be a scorcher in my apartment. Everything seems worse during this second year.

- The parade of good music coming though this city continues. On Friday night, I got to see The Secret Machines for the first time. As a live band, these guys blow their studio work out of the water. Listening on the headphones, you hear a band that sounds very calculated and relaxed. In person, you see a band that likes to blow the hell out of the room. The drummer had a John Bonham set with a marching-band bass drum and sticks as big as trees. Woah.

- At that same show, the sound guys played shitty nu-metal before Blonde Redhead headlined. I'm not sure what the fascination with nu-metal is. Everything sounds boring and uninspired. Every band has a pseudo-Eddie Vedder trying to emote his pain. Every band seems to have a crappier rapper with that crappy singer. My theory was that the opening band played such a kick-ass set that they needed to change the atmosphere by playing shitty music so people would get reved up for the headliners. They didn't dissappoint....Blonde Redhead put on a hell of a show.

- On my usual bikeride, I found myself at the halfway point in good shape. I thought I could hit my place at a faster clip. Well I turned around after an easy ride south and caught a gigantic gust in my face. Those five miles back to the homebase in this flat city felt and rode like a steep hill. I'm not complaining, just annoyed at the cold weather this spring.

- Yesterday I stepped on a tennis court for the first time in over two years. It was nice to get outside, run around and chase after a tennis ball like a dog with a tennis racquet. Since I don't know too many tennis players anymore, these chances are few and far between. It was nothing competitive...I gave a friend a lesson. Hmmm....I wonder if I could do this for strangers...think of the money.

- After wasting two planned chances to see Bowling for Columbine, I finally watched it in the comfort of my own home. Movies and books that paint ugly thruths about our country always get me to think about moving to Canada. I wonder how easy that could be...um, er USA GOOD!

- On both days this weekend, I have been pretty active yet feeling worn down or tired has not once crept into my mind. Both Friday and Saturday night, I've slept somewhere between six and seven hours. Perhaps all I really need is six hours. The more I sleep during the week, the more tired I am...This week, I'm going to train myself to work on six hours of sleep. Perhaps life will get better and I'll have more energy...perhaps I'm just nuts.

- I sentenced my False Siamese Algae Eater to death today. I don't feel good about it, but the fish terrorized my otherwise peacefull aquairum. I picked up a few more Guppies and a few Cory Cats. My last two Cory Cats and a few others were killed by the aforementioned Algae Eater. This aggression could not stand any more. Sorry, Algae eater...you didn't even keep my algae farm clean.

- Today's fish execution means I have gained some negative Karma. I wonder what tales of misfortune I can share with you readers this week..stay tuned.

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