nerd confessions #387 and #388
nerd confession #387:
(i think this is actually a bike confession, but nonetheless ...)
i'm still afraid of my clipless pedals. i'm afraid that after 4 months of bikeless existence, i'm going to go out for my first ride of the summer, come to an intersection, forget to clip out, and topple over. and in toppling over, i'm afraid that i'm going to rip open my left knee *again. the scar is almost gone from last summer. i'd like to have just one summer during which i don't have to wear a gauzy bandage on my knee and smear myself with polysporin. just one. i've never had great legs, or particularly fetching knees, so it's not that i'm vain (or maybe i am). i'm just tired of what seems to be perpetual left knee trauma, and i dread hearing quips from people who have been around for *all the left knee incidents, should they see me, yet again, sporting a pulpy scabby mess on my left leg just below the hem of my skirt.
it's a ridiculous reason for not getting out on my bike, isn't it?
nerd confession #388:
paul simon's "american tune" makes me cry. every time. i tear up like a sentimental slob and bawl my eyes out. when i first arrived at the castle in january, there was something about listening to it that helped my homesickness (canadasickness?). now that i'm back in kingstunned and anxiously counting down the days till i return to my turret, a job i adore, friends i cherish, and my lovely english boy, listening to it somehow helps, but i have to do it with a box of tissues nearby. put it on a playlist with "bridge over troubled water" and i turn into a giant, sniffling mess.
(i think this is actually a bike confession, but nonetheless ...)
i'm still afraid of my clipless pedals. i'm afraid that after 4 months of bikeless existence, i'm going to go out for my first ride of the summer, come to an intersection, forget to clip out, and topple over. and in toppling over, i'm afraid that i'm going to rip open my left knee *again. the scar is almost gone from last summer. i'd like to have just one summer during which i don't have to wear a gauzy bandage on my knee and smear myself with polysporin. just one. i've never had great legs, or particularly fetching knees, so it's not that i'm vain (or maybe i am). i'm just tired of what seems to be perpetual left knee trauma, and i dread hearing quips from people who have been around for *all the left knee incidents, should they see me, yet again, sporting a pulpy scabby mess on my left leg just below the hem of my skirt.
it's a ridiculous reason for not getting out on my bike, isn't it?
nerd confession #388:
paul simon's "american tune" makes me cry. every time. i tear up like a sentimental slob and bawl my eyes out. when i first arrived at the castle in january, there was something about listening to it that helped my homesickness (canadasickness?). now that i'm back in kingstunned and anxiously counting down the days till i return to my turret, a job i adore, friends i cherish, and my lovely english boy, listening to it somehow helps, but i have to do it with a box of tissues nearby. put it on a playlist with "bridge over troubled water" and i turn into a giant, sniffling mess.
posted by Amanda Bonner at 8:05 p.m.
2 Comments:
I swear, sometimes, that we were separated at birth. LOVE that song. My favourite version is the one Paul did with Arty during the Concert in Central Park. The harmonies (and, come to think of it, their voices raised in unison, too) are astounding - particularly around the lyrics: "Still tomorrow's gonna be another working day..."
le sigh
A friend who cherishes you. xo
Whoops! Here's the link to that concert clip:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsmEfWPvWWw
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