Damnable Efficiency
Jul. 8th, 2004 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pasitheaRode the train to work yesterday and today. Last night I also biked the 12 miles home instead of riding the train back. Got home in time to find out my car was finished a day early and ready for pickup at the shop. Wasn't supposed to be ready until today. To make a long story short, I didn't go get the car last night. Damn them for being too efficient.
Doubly so for the train today. I was running early and I just missed the early train. Aaaaaaw. Darn. So I'd have to sit outside on a pleasant sunny morning and sketch for half an hour. THE HORROR. But no. Of course not. Five minutes later, an express (which goes right to my work) pulled in and got me to work 45 minutes early. Being the git I am, I went directly to work instead of loafing and sketching for a while. I really should have gone to a coffee shop and had a bagel or something. (Except there's no coffee shops between the train station and where I work, and nothing is open at 5:50 AM anyhow. :/
Misc notes:
I'm sorta stunned how much more fit I am now than a year ago. I was sick or two days after bicycling home this time last year, carrying just my own weight and a bottle of water. Yesterday I was toting my own weight (which, admitted is 30lbs less than a year ago) plus about 15lbs of books. I felt GREAT the entire ride and had plenty of energy left to spare.
It's sort of weird arriving at Stanford so early. The trains run frequently, and the who campus is oddly alive. Linens and food trucks making their deliveries, garbage trucks, people clearing the leaves from the sidewalks, morning cleaning crews. Gives me kind of a creepy feeling. There's this whole underclass working here that people like me generally don't see. They're in early or late so as not to inconvenience us. They clean up our messes and make our world seem bright and shiny... I feel pretty odd about that. For me, riding my bicycle and/or the train is a luxury and something I enjoy, not something I have to do. If someone like me is so disconnected from the working class, can you imagine how much moreso it is true for someone like Bush? It's a strange and scary thing to realize, maybe even more disturbing to admit it. It's like sleepwalking and then suddenly snapping awake, realizing you're on the edge of a cliff and seeing just how far you could fall.
Doubly so for the train today. I was running early and I just missed the early train. Aaaaaaw. Darn. So I'd have to sit outside on a pleasant sunny morning and sketch for half an hour. THE HORROR. But no. Of course not. Five minutes later, an express (which goes right to my work) pulled in and got me to work 45 minutes early. Being the git I am, I went directly to work instead of loafing and sketching for a while. I really should have gone to a coffee shop and had a bagel or something. (Except there's no coffee shops between the train station and where I work, and nothing is open at 5:50 AM anyhow. :/
Misc notes:
I'm sorta stunned how much more fit I am now than a year ago. I was sick or two days after bicycling home this time last year, carrying just my own weight and a bottle of water. Yesterday I was toting my own weight (which, admitted is 30lbs less than a year ago) plus about 15lbs of books. I felt GREAT the entire ride and had plenty of energy left to spare.
It's sort of weird arriving at Stanford so early. The trains run frequently, and the who campus is oddly alive. Linens and food trucks making their deliveries, garbage trucks, people clearing the leaves from the sidewalks, morning cleaning crews. Gives me kind of a creepy feeling. There's this whole underclass working here that people like me generally don't see. They're in early or late so as not to inconvenience us. They clean up our messes and make our world seem bright and shiny... I feel pretty odd about that. For me, riding my bicycle and/or the train is a luxury and something I enjoy, not something I have to do. If someone like me is so disconnected from the working class, can you imagine how much moreso it is true for someone like Bush? It's a strange and scary thing to realize, maybe even more disturbing to admit it. It's like sleepwalking and then suddenly snapping awake, realizing you're on the edge of a cliff and seeing just how far you could fall.
