Bike as Burn Gateway

To help remedy my almost total lack of excercise since returning from Burning Man and to help mobilize myself about the 'hood in a less foreign-oil dependent way, I re-assembled my playa-ee bicycle tonight and just took it for a test drive. The only time I've actually ridden a bike over the past two years has been at Burning Man (in fact, the only reason I've even owned one,) so to ride through the neighborhood at night with the scent of alkalai dust in my nostrils was like a ghost-ride through a boring version of Black Rock City. All I need now are some dark glasses and an MP3 players with a random re-mix of four different psy-trance songs and muted voices for the illusion to be complete.

Laziness that takes your breath away.

Thanks the this nifty new invention called mosquito netting, I was able to extend my post-nightly-sleeping nap for a good 'nother three hours today. After getting up at 2 pm and having a snack, I was feeling pretty tired so I wandered outside to finish reading the Amber series. We don't get weather in Austin where it's nice enough to lay out very often, so I was really loathe to get up off the uncomfortable plastic pool chair I was vegging on when the mosquitos started showing up. Luckily I managed to find the netting, still in the box after a year, without killing my low-conciousness buzz, and drowsily assembed it over the chair. I then proceeded to roll over and continue napping until almost dark while some small part of my mind gleefully enjoyed the frustrated buzzing of tiny parasites that could *almost* reach my face. :) During the last 20 minute Loki finally figured out how to reach me and hopped up into my lap.