Note to self: cycling =/= working
Sep. 7th, 2012 11:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceBike rides do not an income make,
Nor tired legs a wage
- And neither, of course, do blog posts. I've always had this obsessional trait, with new toys or new activities; when I learned to play Go, I don't believe I thought or read or wrote about anything else for three months. That was, ooh. Thirty-five years ago. Mostly, I get obsessed for three months and then quit; I haven't played Go for, ooh, thirty-five years? There's a watershed moment, where I either have to get serious about it or else walk away, and mostly I just walk.
I am hoping that the bike won't be like that. Little and often, for practical uses and for fun: that's what I want. Right now I'm allowed to be a little bit obsessed - I just spent half an hour in the bike shop with Donnie*, talking through helmets and locks and so forth - but I really need it not to take over half my life. And not to spend the other half posting about it. Damnit, I have work to do...
*As I left, he asked my name and gave me his card. I shoulda given him mine, shouldn't I? In Taiwan, I'd have done that without thinking; over here, I just didn't think. Oh, how I suck at self-publicity...
Nor tired legs a wage
- And neither, of course, do blog posts. I've always had this obsessional trait, with new toys or new activities; when I learned to play Go, I don't believe I thought or read or wrote about anything else for three months. That was, ooh. Thirty-five years ago. Mostly, I get obsessed for three months and then quit; I haven't played Go for, ooh, thirty-five years? There's a watershed moment, where I either have to get serious about it or else walk away, and mostly I just walk.
I am hoping that the bike won't be like that. Little and often, for practical uses and for fun: that's what I want. Right now I'm allowed to be a little bit obsessed - I just spent half an hour in the bike shop with Donnie*, talking through helmets and locks and so forth - but I really need it not to take over half my life. And not to spend the other half posting about it. Damnit, I have work to do...
*As I left, he asked my name and gave me his card. I shoulda given him mine, shouldn't I? In Taiwan, I'd have done that without thinking; over here, I just didn't think. Oh, how I suck at self-publicity...