Happy 2k7, everyone.
My new ‘discovery’ is foot powder. I don’t like to admit it, but sometimes my feet smell almost as bad as Ozzymandias’. For some reason, it’s taken me longer to start doing something about it than it has for me to start making my bed (obsessively) in the morning. i guess there are different types of OCD.
I was going to ride my bike into work today (K and E — I think it’s safe to say I ride somewhat less when neither of you are riding) but woke up late enough to miss the leave-by-7:30 mark and early enough to post photos to flickr.
2 recent developments (careful; the second one is disgusting):
- To all the nay-sayers, I finished reading GEB. To anyone who wants to read it, I bet you’ll get through it faster than I did. Highly recommended. Special K thinks this book is making me smarter, but really, who doesn’t seem smarter when they use the term ‘isomorphic’?
- I squeezed the (quite possibly) oldest pimple out of my nose today. So old I’m not sure it was a pimple, really. I’ve always had what I thought was an odd lump on the side of my nose, above the nostril flare. This past week i developed the horrible habit of picking it (methodically), until a scab formed. I picked that off, let another one form in it’s place. The second time i picked it off, I decided I had to check the mirror to see if I had a big hole in my face. I squeezed the bump like E would squeeze a pimple (you’d be proud of me) and something seed-like, slightly larger than a granule of couscous emerged. I squeezed that too, and it broke apart between my fingers. Any ideas what might have been in my nose for more than 10 years? Some sort of tracking device, perhaps? I’m waiting to see if the bump disappears now that the payload is gone.
