Sin título #2

I was and probably will be when it's no longer cool. Not sure if I'm bragging or complaining.

After leaving the Armistead Symposium, I drove to the ARC, since I didn't work out yesterday. (Lunch at Sushi Nobu always trumps ARC) I ran 40 minutes in the rain. In my world, jogging in the rain counts as an ¡X-TREME! sport ;) And like any self-disrespecting Gen-Xer, I had to have technological accompaniment. I pulled a ziploc from the red car's weed box*, dumped out some pills that could have been Tylenol or just as easily Vitamin C or Fioricet, and used it as protection from the rain for my iPod Shuffle. It is my opinion that most physical activities are enhanced by aural stimulation (that last just seems cooler than saying that during a run I'd rather hear music than my own breathing, which often sounds a bit alarming).

*It hasn't ever really had weed in it...in fact, although admitting this only adds to my uncoolness, neither have I. Perhaps I can feel a bit cooler in the good company of Mo Rocca**, who admitted same in a no-longer-recent blog post. I've had similar thoughts to some of those he expresses, but I'm not taking a poll - content for now to remain simply 4:20-friendly.

**Oh no! Maybe it adds even more depth and complexity to my uncoolness that I think Mo Rocca is cool. And since this post has taken on an element of "truth or dare", I daresay that I probably have what passes (for me) as a celebrity crush on Mo Rocca. The possibility that he doesn't like women makes him even more appealing because although the crush is really more cerebral than celebrity, I don't have a lot of time to spend properly mooning over him.