Musings of a free lance philosopher and part time pianist
Monday, March 21, 2011
Remember the height from which you have fallen
Yikes! The mac attack found this video on the Mac. Uhhh, That guy behind the plate bears little or no resemblance to the guy pattering away with his sausage fingers on this computer. In the video, I look like an uglier and more macho version of my mom. Which is still pretty good, because she was very good looking. These days it's a different story. Time to get it together. Fortunately my new pad in Fresno (there was emphasis on Fresno, with a little belligerence) isn't the cheesecake factory. There are a few crucial staples, and by the looks of things, if I roam the neighborhood long enough, I will find a pitbull to chase me, further aiding in my fitness goals. So, all is not lost. And while it's unfortunate that none of my friends will see me, it may be good to step away, bone up on piano, go on a diet by default, and get plenty of cardio running from the dogs. It's like Biggest Loser-Oak Park edition. Sweet!