100 words a minute

Or about 100 words an hour. If I was a fast enough typist, wouldn't
take that long at all. Had a nice time with madeline driving over and
back from piano lesson. Actually I just went for a ride. It was the
clearest of bright moonlit nights. The moon seemed to be
extraordinarily bright. I wonder if my iPhone moon app has anything to
say about that. So here I am sitting in my desk chair in my cube with
my back turned to the world and thumb typing like mad, as mad as it
gets for me whoo hoo. So if I get one more line in here I think can
call it a 100 words.

--
David
www.schons.net

Election Day

Election Day. For us here in Saint Paul, Far Siberia, an incumbent
mayor, establishment Democrat, versus a Republican-backed upstart,
Eva. And IRV: Instant Runoff Voting. A weird issue, but a way, it
seems, break the two party oligarchy.

Below freezing this morning: barely--29 degrees. On bike again. At
Nina's, skipping YWCA. Was disoriented by the morning light. I had
bought and got myself configured yesterday with high-powered bike
lights, and was simply anticipating darkness. Dawn instead. The real
test will be on the ride home tonight.

Distracted reading cracked.com while eating my muffin, about the ten
worst places in the world to live. But now the muffin is consumed and
the coffee on the verge of being too chilled.

Quaker Men's group tonight. I am locked and loaded. Back to the
meetinghouse and the Grotto, which will undoubtedly look, after tens
of thousands of dollars sunk into remodeling the building, like the
dumpy basement room it has always been.

Oh yuck, the tone of this narrative is taking a nasty doenward turn.
Probably best if I just wrap up and head to work.

But wait--if you will. I must say that this is Day 3 of my
participation in nanowrimo--National Novel Writing Month. Goal is to
write 50,000 words during the month. 1,667 a day. So far I am on
track. The organization asks "is it a novel?" and answers "if you say
it is." So, I am essentially writing whatever. But hey. . . . . .

--
David
www.schons.net

After Lunch

Sitting in the cafeteria after consuming a fajita. This even though I
have brought a frozen dinner for lunch. I am weak. I just had the
thought in my head that a fajita was the thing to have. Bright blue
sky visible to the northwest out the window. The weather forcast seems
favorable for a week of biking to work. That would delay the
transition to the bus, maybe until next week. Listen to someone talk
about some project management thing. Funny to hear snippets of
techno-talk. On the one hand, sounds very familiar. On the other, I
really have no idea what they are talking about. Well, back to the
cube.

--
David
www.schons.net

Folding and slouching into a Nina's booth, 21As whirl behind

Folding and slouching into a Nina's booth, 21As whirl behind me on
Selby, stones in David's sling. Day One of the rest of whatever comes
next. Whatever comes next. I expect it will have a somewhat familiar
quality. A soft, amoeba 3-d appearance. Death bed scenes.

Biking, 43 degrees, clear, light wind. YWCA, short meditation,
stretching, elliptical. Nina' s, carrot muffin, coffee. Still riding
on the bubble of the fall time change. I am a bit overdressed for
sitting inside. Sign across the room in front of me, advert for the
Wednesday Socrates Club, "why is the meaning of life so important to
our species?" Makes me think "The Secret of the Life of Brian." Dated
10/28/09. Thing, think, thought of the past.

A short while back, in a nearby town, a son, off his meds, shot and
killed his father. The father was my neighbor's brother. Also in the
news: a county sheriff reservist, was hit by a car and killed while
directing traffic. Age 57, Big Mike they called him, son of some folks
who'd lived 50 years in the house across the street from us, until
recently moving out to an apartment. Those folks, husband and wife,
are big people, so as they are noticeable, periodically driving by in
their minivan to look at their old house,

Late on Halloween night, looking out our bedroom window across the
street, towards Big Mike's childhood home, we saw a nonhuman Mohican
standing in the street for a disconcertingly long time, talking into
the open driver's side windows of parked cars and cars that came by
and stopped mid- street.

Just about to move on from coffee shop, and in comes Tony. Chatted
briefly, and went on with our days.

David
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Listening to Audio Dharma podcast, Equanimity and Investigat

Listening to Audio Dharma podcast, Equanimity and Investigation. The
teacher raises a good point in a comparison of thoughts and thinking.
He uses the story of seeing a pickup truck with a blue tarp over the
back, of instantly getting the thought that there's a dead body in
back of that truck, under the tarp. He had no control over his brain
generating that thought. The brain just creates thoughts, that is what
it does. It is the thinking you do about the thoughts that gets you in
trouble. Also, the thoughts that come up, we invest them with meaning
and value--good and bad-- which feeds the thought process. Not that
thoughts and thinking are bad; sometimes we need to think, certainly;
but most thoughts-- perhaps we'd be better off ignoring,

David
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Halloween

At Nina's. After leaving home. Leaving. That is what I do. Especially
in the morning. I get up and I leave. Except lately I have been
getting, doing other stuff, and then leaving.

Just got done futzing with a Facebook app, Simplaris Blogcast, which
says that it will post my blog updates to Facebook. We'll see about
that.

At Nina's, was hailed by Megan, my neighbor. Don't see each other much
in real life anymore, just via Facebook updates.

Liam babysat last night for her son Cadin. Liam escorted him across
the street to a neighborhood Halloween party, and two hours later,
went back to pick him up. But there was a problem because they
couldn't open the door to Cadin's house. So they came over and got me.
The door was a challenge to open.

So, the mom, Megan, was sitting at a table at Nina's with another
woman, Ann. They were doing a hockey mom waiting thing. Ann's and
Megan's sons went to school with my son, Liam, till Liam left the
French Immersion school after fifth grade. It has been years since I
set up a playdate with Liam and Ann's son.

So next is go home, schlep Liam to his guitar lesson, and then later,
out to Eagan for a Halloween sleep over.

Pissed off Dorothea because I was asleep when it was time to pick up
Lou, our German foreign exchange student, from her school dance last
night.
So I will be doing the running around today.

--
David
www.schons.net

Halloween

At Nina's. After leaving home. Leaving. That is what I do. Especially
in the morning. I get up and I leave. Except lately I have been
getting, doing other stuff, and then leaving.

Just got done futzing with a Facebook app, Simplaris Blogcast, which
says that it will post my blog updates to Facebook. We'll see about
that.

At Nina's, was hailed by Megan, my neighbor. Don't see each other much
in real life anymore, just via Facebook updates.

Liam babysat last night for her son Cadin. Liam escorted him across
the street to a neighborhood Halloween party, and two hours later,
went back to pick him up. But there was a problem because they
couldn't open the door to Cadin's house. So they came over and got me.
The door was a challenge to open.

So, the mom, Megan, was sitting at a table at Nina's with another
woman, Ann. They were doing a hockey mom waiting thing. Ann's and
Megan's sons went to school with my son, Liam, till Liam left the
French Immersion school after fifth grade. It has been years since I
set up a playdate with Liam and Ann's son.

So next is go home, schlep Liam to his guitar lesson, and then later,
out to Eagan for a Halloween sleep over.

Pissed off Dorothea because I was asleep when it was time to pick up
Lou, our German foreign exchange student, from her school dance last
night.
So I will be doing the running around today.

--
David
www.schons.net