Monday Motivation - New Love

New things I love:

• Fox Winery's Scuppadew wine. Super sweet and pressed from scuppernong grapes that are a defining taste of my childhood. My Beloved discovered this place while driving back and forth to his internship. He wins the prize for "Discovery of New Wines".
  
• Beading and wire-work. I've always wanted to play with chain and beads. A new monster has been born.
• Santigold/YeahYeahYeahs/Lykki Li station on Pandora. I mean, really.
  

My list of projects is a full page long. Oh the irony. Last week I had nothing to do but sit by the pool and read, this week summer classes have started and I do have things I'm supposed to be doing. Naturally this is the week I am inspired to make things.

Monday Motivation - Summer SciFi Binge

I have a problem.
And it rides a motorcycle, wears bad 90's shoes, and is genetically engineered.

It seems like almost every summer for the past few years, I have gone a stretch of time (which I shall not disclose) where I go through and re-watch episodes of Dark Angel. You remember, Jessica Alba - kicking butt and pouting constantly? The show only had two seasons, but man were they packed with stunts, chase scenes, and the hope for development in Max's (Alba's) relationship with sweet-geek Logan. Most people choose light, bright, sunny, summery movies this time of year, but noooooo - I pick the dark, bleak, dreary, poorly-lit streets of futuristic Seattle where people always wear jackets and have a need for gloves. Oh but to have that leather jacket and those mad skillz...

(But that reminds me of a question - is it just me, or did an inordinant amount of the great films/tv shows of the 90s center around Seattle : 10 Things I Hate About You, Dark Angel, Sleepless in Seattle, Frasier... can we think of any others?? It must have something to do with the coffee...)

If it isn't Dark Angel, it's Buffy or Firefly, or something else from the Whedonverse that entertains and rots brains. Utter nonsense is a very nice break from school. And as lame and silly and strange as it all is, I kind of like this odd summer-heat-avoidance technique.

However, it is totally lame, silly, and strange.

So this Monday's motivation is to get off my lazy butt and go climb something, run somewhere, and generally work out.
Pretending all the while that I am really a crime-fighting bombshell running from bad guys in helicopters.

Lame. Silly. Strange.

I want to ride my bicycle

For the past year, my sweet blue bike has been stowed away in a laundry closet in one of the smelliest duplexes in the known world. (Though this has almost nothing to do with my Beloved, who is a resident of the house in question.) The flatness of its tires is just depressing. But I do miss it. Oh the adventures I've had with that bike! All the ice cream it has carried me to and from! All the quaint elderly couples it has passed with a cheery "ding" of the bell!
I am becoming more and more motivated to try and get it back into fighting form and put it to work. But my lazy self keeps coming up with reasons not to take it to campus to use instead of the finicky school bus system.

• how would I get it onto campus? (The Beloved has a bike rack on his car...)
  
• would it come back and forth daily? (...but I don't want to burden him every day...)
  
• where would it stay if it was to live on campus? (I'd rather not leave it outside, but there are only a few bike racks under any sort of cover and they are in inconvenient locations.)
• speaking of rain - yikes. What happens when I'm using my bike one day and it starts raining while I am in class? Talk about not cute!
• to helmet or not to helmet? I was raised by Mr. Safetyman, and I would feel weird without one, especially in the city. But helmet hair is no fun. Nor is toting a helmet to class.

But then I see these darling pictures of cute bicycling women and remember how much I love little old ladies on bicycles and I disparately want to be like them...
from bikesocial.blogspot.com, blog.freepeople.com, treehugger.com, and ridingpretty.blogspot.com respectively)



I mean, seriously, Parisians do it! The Dutch do it! Freakin' Agnyess Deyn does it! Plenty of people on my own campus already do it (and cutely, too!) so why not me??
Come on, Callie... get with the program!