Vintage

So, the good news is that the helpful people at the Verizon store fixed my phone, so I still have all the fun things that were on it. The bad news is that I am still stuck with the old (vintage) Nokia handset it seems like I've always had. Please look at the photo and take special note of the antenna. I actually get made fun of for it. I used to just be disrespected by my more geeky friends, but now everyone is coming out of the woodwork and laughing at my dorky, old skool antenna. I also get made fun of for my "heavy" bike frame and the fact that I wear Converse when I ride instead of fancy bike shoes. Now that I think of it, maybe my vintage Nokia fits right in with my low-tech picture. Maybe I won't even get the new phone I felt pressured to order yesterday when I thought this one was dead.

Forced excercise

I just got back from a lovely week long field study with my students. We went to Mendocino, looked at waves, studied the ecological staircase formed by the plates continually shifting beneath us in our tumultuous state, stayed in an old farmhouse and ate meals as one big happy family. As we were packing up on Friday, I really thought that I could just live there with those people forever, as long as all the parents continued cooking for us and I never had to do anything but lead adventures in outdoor education.

I am nursing a crazy cold, and actually pretty uninspired to write. Today my writing is going to make readers suffer because it's like forcing yourself to wheeze and cough through a run you really don't want to do but know you have to to keep your muscles flexed and your body fit. It's hard to explain, but I always feel like I need to write something fabulous for each blog, but really, who am I entertaining anyway? A handful of friends who stop by occassionally. I'm really doing this to document some things I'm doing or suffering through at any given time, so I guess boredom fits right in there.

If I was a cool blogger, I'd make a list. I just can't do that. Instead, I'll just ramble on.

I have to go buy a phone. I dropped mine for the last time yesterday. It was weird, because I had to fight back real panic when I realized that it was broken. Thank God I was with my best friend and loving and caring family to celebrate my mother's 80th birthday (she had me really old, it was like a 70's medical miracle..) so I had lots of support. Samantha even told me it was okay to cry if I needed to. My daughter was no help, however, continuously lamenting the lost items on the old phone, such as street recordings from Utrecht, valuable champagne induced movies of the cats that I took on Christmas Eve in the style of Japanese horror films, photos of things Em and I found odd, etc... Each realization brought on a new wave of loss. The real sadness is that I spent a lot of money on my Mom's gift, so I'll have to eat rice and beans for a week to finance this new phone. I'd better make it something good.