TheLindsayist

Mid-week Index

• A tiny little kid high-fived me as I finished my last lap around Jamaica Pond tonight.
• I really, really, really wish this Julia Child movie didn’t include a blogging theme.
• On my ride home down the Southwest Corridor, I saw a couple who had tossed their bikes aside onto the grass and were rolling around smooching.
  Kind of reminded me it is, in fact, summer.
• Speaking of my ride home, a dude cut me off whose truck was wearing one of those “LOOK OUT FOR MOTORCYCLES AND SHARE THE ROAD OR WHATEVER” stickers. I was about to get huffy but when I caught up to him at the intersection, I found him singing along to “Mister Jones” at the bleeding top of his lungs, and what kind of a person could stay mad at that?
• Eating Meat for the Environment
• Ate my first fresh tomato of the season, simply wedged up with salt and pepper. Slicing it felt like I was cutting through clay; very firm. I can’t wait for the messy late-summer ones.

Buon giorno, principesa!

Bloggy blog blogosphere.

I’ve been trained in brevity by Twitter and messageboarding. The last time I had a blog, it was full of garbage about getting dressed up for the Pill. I deleted it. Lucky for you, I’m older and more provincial now.

Let’s see. I feel fortunate to have found myself working on a profoundly engaging race that captures my imagination and keeps me awake at night. That is the best kind of work.

As of today, I’ve lost fifty pounds since the start of my drive to look a bit less Stay-Puft. It’s put a crimp on my culinary endeavors – I didn’t renew my Cook’s Illustrated subscription, for example – but I have begun recording recipes again since the farmshare calls for resourcefulness. Sizewise in visual terms, that’s about the size of this fresh catch:

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