Wednesday Reading

Sep. 20th, 2017 08:19 am
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Recent reading included Champions Vol. 1: Change the World by Mark Waid and Humberto Ramos, which featured a new superhero team headed up by Ms. Marvel (Kamala Khan) and including the Miles Morales Spiderman, Nova (Sam Alexander), the Amadeus Cho Hulk, Viv Vision (Vision's daughter), and teenage Cyclops from an alternate reality. It's clear this is meant as a showcase for updated versions of old characters, but I really enjoyed it anyway, mainly because it felt like it had a good heart. They're trying to do good and respect people and not kill anyone. It's attempting to be a politically responsible comic, which is why I am really worried about reading the crossover with the awful Secret Empire storyline...still debating if I will read it. Is anyone else farther along in this series?

I also finally finished the fourth and last volume of the original Runaways comic by Brian K. Vaughan, which alas ends in a cliffhanger. I liked a lot of things about this series, particularly that the teenagers acted like teenagers, sometimes making good decisions and sometimes making stupid ones. Towards the end, though, I felt like the writer was struggling to have enough plot for all of the characters, particularly the two newer ones, and I was getting annoyed with Chase and his angry angst, true-to-life as it was. I think actual teenagers might like this series.

I'm not doing a lot of reading this week beyond magazines and some scattered fanfiction because it's All Opera, All the Time.

O17, "We Shall Not Be Moved"

Sep. 19th, 2017 10:46 am
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Last night, I visited the Wilma Theater for the first time to see the world premiere opera "We Shall Not Be Moved," which focuses on the violence that comes of racism, poverty, guns, and bigotry. It was intense, as you might imagine. It did not end well for anyone, though the ending is not entirely without hope. If you squint. I did not feel depressed afterward, perhaps because I had experienced all this as really good art and art uplifts. That sounds weird, but it's true.

Those of you in NYC, the show is going to be at the Apollo, and tickets go on sale next week, I believe.

There are two primary, opposing points of view: a Latina cop, and a group of teenagers on the run, looking for solutions through cryptic messages from the past (dancers in white sweats, notes dropped on the floor of an abandoned house). There are shootings. There's a school closing. There's a plot twist which I guessed pretty quickly but was still dramatically effective. There was a lot of really good singing and dancing, but not as much spoken word as I'd expected.

I'm not sure how I feel about a male countertenor (John Holiday) playing a trans boy, but damn was he a good singer. The bass (Aubrey Allicock) was also particularly fine, I felt (I have a weakness for basses, so caveat emptor). The bass did most of his second act singing while lying on the floor or propped in someone's arms, which was impressive.

I most loved the choral singing by the entire cast, as you might expect if you know me. My favorite solo was at the end, sung by one of the female dancers - I want to hear that piece again, several times; it was mesmerizing.

Music by Daniel Bernard Roumain, libretto by Marc Bamuthi Joseph, choreography by Raphael Xavier and Bill T. Jones, directed by Bill T. Jones.


PhillyVoice article.

I got home about 11:30 pm, then had to shower and wind down, so I am pretty draggy at dayjob today. Our first choir rehearsal of the season is tonight, 7-9 pm. *blinks*

Burdock of Flourish

Sep. 18th, 2017 09:10 pm
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I had my scheduled checkup with the doctor this morning at 8:30, after waking up about 4 and not being able to go back to sleep. Hilarious/discouraging, depending on your point of view: after all my efforts to exercise and my attention to my diet, I weight exactly what I did last time. I mean, EXACTLY. However, my A1C went down a tenth of a point. My doctor is not particularly worried about it and says I can come back in six months and we'll see. I haven't been using my Symbicort inhaler since we went to Helsinki, and it doesn't seem to have affected me in the least. She says I can continue to not use it if I want, but if I start wheezing or needing to use the emergency inhaler frequently, I have to start again. That's okay with me. It's super expensive, so it would be nice not to need it any more. Also, if I get very thirsty or have other diabetic symptoms, I have to call her immediately. I got my flu shot and my last pneumonia shot, one in each arm. I was doing all right until supper time, but now both of my arms hurt and I'm feeling wiped out. I also had a LONG conversation with my mother, which seems to have cheered her up but did not have that effect on me. Whoever is giving her their New York Times should stop it, please. It is a lot of work to converse pleasantly when the topic is politics.

The water was off most of the day for some kind of repairs. Last night, the power went out for a couple of hours. The reason, as given on the power company website: "trees." Are the Huorns toying with us? What's going on here? I spent as much time as possible out of the house. Pursuant to the phantom lure of fitness, I went for a walk. As I passed by the lake, it was misty and overcast, and it seemed to me that autumn had finally laid its hand across the trees. However, the weather persons say that temperatures this week will be close to 90. Cats and dogs living together, I'm telling you!
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Silent movies are my jam. So I really, really loved the production of Mozart's "The Magic Flute" I saw Friday night.

The stage background is plain white with doors at two levels. The upper doors open to reveal small platforms and/or stools, on which the singers stand (yes, they had safety belts). Animation was projected onto the background, and the singers interacted with it. Everything was in a very 1920s style, with touches of steampunk. The singers wore white silent film-style makeup. Spoken lines were replaced with intertitles (in the appropriate font, even!).

The best part was The Queen of the Night. The singer wore a tall headdress and makeup with a plain shift that concealed the rest of her body. Projections made her appear as a giant spider, the size of the entire background, prone to stabbing at Tamino with her stabby legs while he dashed out of reach. I also loved Papageno's animated black cat.

One update I really appreciated was that Monostatos, molestor of Pamina and chief of the slaves (this enlightened country has slaves?) was originally described as "a blackamoor." In this production, the tenor is instead costumed as Nosferatu, who leads a pack of wolves. Not only was it less skeevy, but it fit the theme.

A great start to my experience of the O17 festival, and the only non-premiere I'm attending. Tonight is "We Shall Not Be Moved," which will be very, very different from the Mozart.

Review at Bachtrack.

Broad Street Review.

Rowan of Flourish

Sep. 16th, 2017 10:38 pm
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We came home from Washington DC last night, tired but happy. I had a lovely time visiting with Tron, and the Lumberjack was also able to come in to town and have dinner with us on Thursday night. Tonight we tried to attend a symphony concert. I really enjoyed the first two pieces. One was a world premiere of a piece by an American composer, Jeremy Crosmer, called "Ozark Traveler: A Celebration of Americana." It incorporated homages to Bernstein, Copland, and Charles Ives, and it was beautiful and fun. The next was a piece commissioned by violinist Sarah Chang. David Newman created a "mini violin concerto" based on West Side Story, "Suite from West Side Story for Violin and Orchestra." Sarah Chang herself played, in an amazing virtuoso performance. I was really enjoying the evening when my eyes started watering, and I nearly choked myself in an effort not to sneeze until the melody ended. It's just misery having a coughing spasm in a concert hall. The Sparrowhawk was kind enough to take me home and skip the second half of the program. I guess I was a little over ambitious.

It's Opera All the Way Down

Sep. 15th, 2017 08:42 am
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Time for the O17 Festival! I am not going to everything, but I'm going to a lot.

Tonight: The Magic Flute - The innovative production from Komische Oper Berlin presents Mozart's The Magic Flute in a style that evokes a meeting between 1920s silent movies and David Lynch, with the singers performing amidst fanciful animated projections. Also, the women in the chorus get to be in drag for part of it, complete with top hats and beards, which I know because all my buddies were posting pictures of their makeup on The Book of Faces.

Monday, 9/18: We Shall Not Be Moved, world premiere - Acclaimed composer Daniel Bernard Roumain and librettist Marc Bamuthi Joseph team up with legendary director Bill T. Jones to present the World Premiere of We Shall Not Be Moved, a genre-defying chamber opera combining spoken word, contemporary movement, video projection, classical, R&B and jazz singing, and a brooding, often joyful score filled with place, purpose, and possibility. This is the one related to the In/Sung event I went to last Saturday.

Thursday, 9/21: Elizabeth Cree, world premiere - Composer Kevin Puts and librettist Mark Campbell, the team behind 2012’s Pulitzer Prize-winning Silent Night, return to Opera Philadelphia for the World Premiere of a chamber opera based on Peter Ackroyd’s novel, The Trial of Elizabeth Cree. One of my choir friends has a small named part.

Sunday, 9/24: Wake World, world premiere - Opera Philadelphia Composer in Residence David Hertzberg transforms the renowned Barnes Foundation with the World Premiere of The Wake World, a site-specific, one-act opera inspired by Dr. Albert C. Barnes’s famed collection and the works of mystical 19th century British poet Aleister Crowley. This one has a lot of cool chorus work.

I also slide in a Saturday day trip to NYC to see the premiere of Brown Girl Begins, a movie from the first part of Nalo Hopkinson's Brown Girl in the Ring.

See you all on the other side.

Accomplishments This Week

Sep. 14th, 2017 02:25 pm
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1. No gym on Friday, because I'm going to see "The Magic Flute," so I made sure to do both weight-bearing and cardio last night.

For weight-bearing, I did sets of twelve pushups and lunges and tried a new thing for my back muscles, which was pulling myself on a mat using my forearms. I did some ab stuff as well, though not as much as I'd planned. For cardio, I did intervals on a bike as well as trying out the new "Jacob's Ladder" climber machine; I didn't go very fast or very long, but twice got my heart rate up high. I plan to try that machine again.

2. Today, I got a flu shot, and my arm already hurts.

3. I paid my choir dues. Rehearsals start on Tuesday.

4. I bought four concert tickets for Tempesta di Mare, all for 2018.

5. I got a haircut.

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Sep. 13th, 2017 07:22 pm
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Posting from my extremely fancy hotel room in the Park Hyatt in Washington DC. I'm waiting for the Sparrowhawk to return from the events he's attending at the conference that brought him here, so I'm catching up with some internet things, which seems like a luxury after the last week. We arrived this morning after getting up at 4:30 for a 7:30 flight. That's the part of traveling that I hate. For some reason one always has to get up at some ungodly hour. And I couldn't got to bed early last night, because I wanted to finish the Sparrowhawk's birthday cake. He had one delicious chocolate slice, and we froze the rest for later.

I wasn't sure I wanted to travel any more right now, but the Sparrowhawk really wanted me to come with him, and I was looking forward to seeing Tron and the Lumberjack. Our room wasn't ready, so we sat around in the hotel restaurant having breakfast with a couple who had been on the plane with us--one of them is a work colleague of his. The Sparrowhawk was given his oatmeal free of charge after the wait person dumped a pitcher of milk over his computer bag! No harm done, fortunately. We dawdled over breakfast, hoping our room would be ready. Then Tron texted to say she was taking the metro to Foggy Bottom and would come and have lunch with us.

By the time she arrived, the Sparrowhawk had to leave for his conference, but he said hello, and then we had a lovely lunch. The restaurant brings a bowl already adorned with garnishes and then the waiter pours the soup (in this case, mushroom) out of a piping hot cast-iron teapot. A glass of Gruner Veltliner, a salad for Tron, and we were all set. For me, it was breakfast segueing into lunch, but I made up for it by not having dinner. Tron came up to the room for a few minutes, when it was ready, and was very impressed. She opened the closet and exclaimed, "It's like a nightclub in here!" It is--it has lights and mirrors. Not at all the kind of place that would take you to Narnia. It would probably go to Fhloston Paradise instead! I tried to nap in the room after Tron left, but couldn't. When I talked to my mother, she said that she and her sister used to live just a couple of blocks away from where we are--at 25th and Pennsylvania. I think that apartment building is long gone, but maybe I'll walk over there and have a look tomorrow.

Wednesday Reading

Sep. 13th, 2017 08:41 am
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A chunk of last week's reading time was taken up by my review book, but I also have some fanfiction recs!

Beyond Belief by thingswithwings crosses over Agent Carter with Wonder Woman, and there is action, and lesbian shenanigans, and heading off into the sunset together. More like this, please.

Season Tickets by shuofthewind is an X-Files AU in which Darcy Lewis is Mulder and Matt Murdock/Daredevil is Scully from S.H.I.E.L.D..

The Other Man out of Time by sara_holmes features Clint Barton traveling in time and meeting Bucky Barnes and falling in love. It's also AU Age of Ultron. Happy ending.

The Course of Honour by Avoliot is original m/m romance fiction on AO3 - features arranged marriages, treaties, gaslighting (in the past), and political intrigue.

Apoc, apocalyptic! Apoc, apocalyptic!

Sep. 11th, 2017 08:26 am
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I did better this weekend while staying off social media and Doing Things so I sometimes forgot that the world is apocalyptic (it is always apocalyptic, isn't it?).

I figured out one of the things that makes me so tense about social media. It's that when people are freaking out about events, or commenting about events, it all feels like I am Wrong for not feeling/commenting/doing what they are doing. It's worse when there are several Events going at once, like hurricanes/flooding/earthquake/immigrants/white supremacists.... I can't act on all those things, not all at once, not to the degree needed. There is only so much one person can do. It is very, very important to remember that, so you're able to do at least some things instead of melting into an anxious, ineffective puddle.

Another thing is that anxious/angry tweets/posts/whatevers can feel like personal attacks. Why aren't you fixing this?! You, right there?! It can feel this way even when you, the reader, know that those posts are coming from places of terrible dread and fear. Again, there's only so much one person can do, and sometimes to be able to do anything, you have to protect yourself.

So, things I actually did this weekend:

1. Hung out with a friend to give her support - we did brunch and, later, dinner followed by rolled ice cream. Green tea ice cream with an oreo ("The Hulk") is bliss.
2. Attended a film and spoken-word and song event about the 1985 police atrocity against the MOVE organization and the 2012 Philadelphia school crisis, showing support for this kind of event, and appreciation and support for the performers, some of whom were kids.
3. Wrote a book review, supporting Art.
4. Hung out with Ms. 9; talked about why some kids might not like school (she is not one of them), admired her growing acrobatic strength, and cuddled her on the couch while watching Teen Titans Go!
5. Culturally enlightened Ms. 13 and her bestie about Rainbow Goths.

These were good things, and I did them.

KangarooRat of Flourish

Sep. 10th, 2017 09:12 pm
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Home again. We had a relaxing morning, a lovely walk in the woods, and then I actually had a SWIM! The water was just that precious few degrees warmer, making it an intrepid act instead of just plain impossible. Down at the bottom, it was still ice cold, but the surface had warmed up enough to make it delightful once I was in. So refreshing and exhilarating! Also, we were down by the beach house, so I changed right away instead of sitting in the wind in my wet suit.

I thought the trail we chose was not as scenic as some of the others, but I was wrong. The woods were silent and peaceful, with few people abroad, so some of the animals came out. We saw a raccoon up close to the trail. He froze when he saw us, and just sat there staring at us. We could see his bright eyes, pointy nose, and thick fur, with his sides moving as he breathed in and out. He didn't try to run up a tree or anything--just looked until we went away. A little farther down the trail, we saw a young deer browsing. She didn't run away, either. She glanced at us from time to time as we crept closer, but then went back to her chewing. We were really close by the time she chose to walk a bit deeper into the trees. (Of course, she was chewing up the blueberry bushes, which is bad--deer are destroyers of the understory plants, alas. But still, her sleek pelt and shining eyes were lovely to see.)

WildSteed of Flourish

Sep. 9th, 2017 10:07 pm
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Well, yesterday was a day and a half! I got up early to go get my fasting blood labs for an upcoming appointment, then came home and drove off to take my mother to the doctor. The Sparrowhawk came along and read me news items off his phone while I drove. He has a charming ability to read his phone in the car, which I can't really do (even when not driving, that is--definitely not while driving!). We arrived in time to have lunch with my mother. That meant I could make sure she got through the lunch process and had time to go back to her room and get ready so we could leave on time. We left the Sparrowhawk in her room to do a conference call and other work-related stuff, and I drove her to the eye doctor.

We were there for nearly two hours, but I'd say we spent most of that time sitting in various waiting rooms chatting. At intervals, she would be taken away to have visual field tests and other things. For the last segment, the doctor herself summarized the results, and I was able to be with her for that so I could make sure she heard and understood everything. Results are good in that her vision is "maintaining" and not getting any worse. Results are sad in that there's still nothing they can do to improve her vision. She always hopes.

While we were in the waiting room, a woman down at the other end (fortunately) started talking in such a loud voice that she could be heard throughout. First she showed her hapless victim her blind eye, and explained that she fell in the bathroom and poked it out on the towel rack, but SHE wasn't bothered at all by people seeing it. Then she started talking about hurricanes and earthquakes, and how it was God telling us to repent. I was growling to myself and literally sitting on my hands. She added, "I don't preach! I just tell people these are signs from God and we need to pray!" Grrr, grrr . . . . My mother heard a loud voice in the background and said to me apologetically, "I wish I could hear what people are saying." I said, "Trust me--you're better off!" Fortunately, a nice lady and her grown son turned up, and she and my mother started chatting and bragging about their children. The son was visibly squirming as his mom told the world what a nice boy he was. I said, "They talk about us." He replied "Yeah they do."

I was maintaining fairly well myself, but feeling pretty tired out by the time I got my mother home. We decided to stay and have dinner with her, since we needed to eat somewhere, and it was too late to get home much before dark. It was nice to spend a little extra time with her and make sure she had a decent meal. Sometimes after these appointments she gets too tired to eat. I'd had the crazy notion that I'd be able to drive home as well, but I really couldn't. The Sparrowhawk took over--and then we decided to go straight out to the big lake and not stop at home. We got to our little room by the lakeshore about ten and crashed.

It was great to wake up this morning and see the water! We provisioned ourselves and took a cautious, not too long hike through the woods to the lake, and spent a couple of hours lazing on the beach. Brilliant sun, poignant northern light, cool breeze. And unfortunately, very cold water. I had my suit on under my clothes, and I did jump in! Twice! But I can't say I actually swam, because I was too cold to move my arms and legs. I just jumped about for a few minutes and ran out again. I sunburned my face, but the rest of me was kind of hypothermic. We moved out of the sun to the upper deck at the beach house, and watched a wedding happening down below. That would have been ideal for us! Too bad we didn't think of it 46 years ago. However, I wouldn't have worn a white dress. I would have worn a swimsuit and all the guests would have had to jump into the water with me. We would have been wed to the waves.

Then I really was too cold, and had to go back to the room and take a nap to warm up. We called Raptor to wish him a happy birthday. He is six today. So amazing! We sent him Moana Legos and some Scrooge McDuck and Donald Duck comics. And category 5 love from Grandmom and Grandad.

Blanket Fort?

Sep. 8th, 2017 08:50 am
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I've been getting a tad overwhelmed this week, what with hurricanes, floods, political rage, and now a terrible earthquake in Mexico. There are so many things and people needing help that I can't make any decisions. I've been having trouble getting to sleep.

I need to stay off social media for a few days, because my being there does not in fact make anything better in the real world, and gives me a lot less angst, anger, and frustration.

I set up a couple of Twitter posts this morning, and made sure they were on the distraction side. And for today's dayjob efforts, I'm going to focus on as much rote stuff as possible. It's that time of the month, anyway.

I did the basic workout again last night, minus the intervals because there wasn't an open machine I liked and I couldn't be arsed to go to another floor and look for one. The one open elliptical wobbled when you pedaled, so that was out. Instead, I tried out one of the weird bikes I hadn't tried before (the handlebars move like you're steering, disconcerting!, and the seat wouldn't go quite low enough for me); a stair machine (not sure if I was doing it right since I felt really awkward, but my heart rate did go up); and a rowing machine (got a bad leg cramp, had to stop). That all worked out to maybe 5 minutes of cardio, which I proclaimed good enough, and did some overheads and tricep exercises with dumbbells instead.

Sixty-second planks make my face really red! I have to catch my breath and let my heart slow down! So I guess I need to do more of those. And figure out if I'm really holding for sixty seconds, or if I'm counting too fast.

The static lunges are much easier when I have something in front of me to catch myself; have to remember not to push off with my arms, though.

In connection with the O17 Festival, I'm going to this free event on Saturday night at the African American History Museum:

Hear the real stories behind the World Premiere production of We Shall Not Be Moved. The opera uses two historic Philadelphia events to tell its story: the 1985 Philadelphia Police Department bombing of the MOVE house on Osage Avenue and the 2013 School District of Philadelphia budget crisis which caused the closure of 24 schools.

"The Un/Sung Stories of We Shall Not Be Moved" gives real-life accounts of those affected by these infamous events in Philadelphia history through an evening of short oral history films and live poetic performances from strong and diverse Philadelphia voices. This evening will be curated by Nina "Lyrispect" Ball.

Saturday's Line-Up will include appearances and performances :
Ursula Rucker
Black Boy Fly
Lee Mokobe
Selina Carrera
Amun Xkorpious Re

With special presentations by:
Former Youth Poet Laureate David Jones
"Songs of the Children" from the Jubilee School
and a little bit more...

I'll be at the opera performance on the 18th. I had to buy tickets through the Fringe Festival rather than through the Opera for this one, and still don't know my seat number, just the row. Weird. The rest of the O17 tickets went through the Opera, so why not that one? I spent a couple weeks thinking it was sold out already because of that. This will be interesting - the MOVE bombing happened the year before I first came to Pennsylvania, so I only heard snippets about it at the time.

O17 is going to be a busy week for me - I'm going to everything except War Stories, the festival artist, and Opera on the Mall.

Didn't see any DACA rallies planned for this weekend, just a few that I missed because they happened during the work day this week. Keeping an eye out.

Tumbleweed of Flourish

Sep. 7th, 2017 09:03 pm
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Tuesday night: did not take cold medicine. I thought maybe I was better enough to do without it. Woke up at 3 and was up till 5. Ugh. Last night: the Sparrowhawk handed me the glass and said, "I think you'd better take this tonight." I slept for nine hours. It's hard to argue with the data. But jeez, I can't go on taking cold medicine for the rest of my life . . . . Yesterday I got up (again) and went downtown to the Black Lives Matter demo. It was a bit of a mistake. I didn't feel too good by the time I got back to my car. I went out again later to do a little shopping, and then I was toast. Today, I went to the post office to get stamps and did a couple of other errands. Again, feeling wobbly by the time I got home. Apparently, I can feel better as long as I don't DO anything.

This is too bad, because I have to take my mother to the eye doctor tomorrow. My sister took her to her PCP yesterday, and they were both exhausted. When I called my mother, she really couldn't even tell me what happened. Her hearing was completely shot. I ascertained that she was home and had something to eat, and let it go for the night. I checked on her today, and she was feeling much better. I could have cancelled the eye appointment, but it's better to get it done. Otherwise things start stacking up. She already has three more appointments coming up, proliferating from problems discovered during the last one. Plus three hearing aid appointments in the next couple of months! The Sparrowhawk has taken the day off, because it's his birthday weekend, and he says he is coming with me. Normally I'd say "No way!" but this time, I'm going to accept the offer. I don't have total confidence in myself. I might need him to drive home.

The unpleasantness from the past has been summarily settled. I was very relieved to get a consensus of opinion from my siblings. They all wanted to walk away from the issue, and this has been done. I can only hope that the person who contacted me will forget they ever knew my name. We're talking about some bad people here--the kind who give you a nasty chill when they reappear. I'm trying to forget all about them again as fast as I possibly can.

Two More Days

Sep. 7th, 2017 08:45 am
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I reminded myself this morning that this work week only has two more days in it. I had a good workout on Tuesday night, but as sometimes happens, afterwards I couldn't get to sleep as early as I would like, and last night was worse; I woke up around 2:30 am and ended up reading comics until I could get sleepy again.

This morning I feel very draggy. I'm hoping a second cup of coffee will help, also that once I get started on a project, it will keep me going for a bit. I plan to go to the gym tonight.

I also need to get myself together and write some sort of letter to my city reps about enforcement of bike laws, which are an ongoing source of rage to me. Bikes in Center City are forbidden from the sidewalks, and subject to the same laws as cars (and entitled to a lane, like a car). In practice, bikers don't follow these rules.

At least once a week, usually more, I am nearly run down in the crosswalk by bikers running the red light without slowing; Monday night, I was nearly run down on the sidewalk by a biker going full speed in the opposite direction of the one-way traffic (too lazy to go a block over?). Often, if they do "stop" for the red light, they are actually meandering around in the crosswalk, regardless of pedestrians (who always have the right of way in crosswalks in Pennsylvania). Or sliding in and out of traffic and between cars, in the cars' blindspots, to get ahead in traffic. Or riding full speed along the sidewalk because they're about to park the bike, as if that doesn't count as "riding on the sidewalk." Twice, I've nearly been hit by bikes who felt they could whiz between a bus and the sidewalk, apparently not caring that's where people are getting off the bus and not expecting to get creamed.

I feel it's likely one of these days I will get hit, despite my best efforts. Given that an elderly friend of mine was hit from behind by a bike, and spent nine months in various hospitals and rehab, this is a valid fear. If a bike kills me or injures me so I can't speak, feel free to sue them on my behalf, for everything they've got and more. My family could use the money, and I could use the bitter satisfaction.

Hmm, maybe I can use this post as the basis of a letter. Maybe it will help with the bottled rage. Also, I'm a little more awake now! Time to get back to being a bureaucrat!

ETA lunchtime: I emailed my City Councilman. Go me.
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