Riding my bike in the forest

The autumn weather here in Illinois has been beautiful so I have been obsessed with riding my bike in the forest.  There’s a nice forest preserve by me with stony paths.

Wooly bear caterpillar friend who hitched a ride on my leg. She's scared so she is curled into a ball. I put her in a pad of grass so she would not get hurt.

Wooly bear caterpillar friend who hitched a ride on my leg. She’s scared so she is curled into a ball. I put her in a pad of grass so she would not get hurt.

Can you see the wooly bear caterpillar on my leg? She's in the hollow of my knee on the left side. I ended up re-locating her in a big patch of field.

Can you see the wooly bear caterpillar on my leg? She’s in the hollow of my knee on the left side. I ended up re-locating her in a big patch of field.

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I love the deciduous forest.

I love the deciduous forest.

This was a day of heartrending beauty.

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I heard an animal back here but I could not spot him/her.

I heard an animal back here but I could not spot him/her.

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The lake at the end of the trail.

The lake at the end of the trail.

Sweaty. I took off my helmet for the last few minutes and let my hair fly free. It felt good.

Sweaty. I took off my helmet for the last few minutes and let my hair fly free. It felt good.

Lost another 2 pounds.

I lost another 2 pounds. Whether it will stay off or not is anyone’s guess. Before I was vegan (I was ovo-lacto vegetarian for nearly 23 years before being vegan, since age 15. I am now nearly 39) I could not lose weight even when I tried. I now weigh what I did in college, about 101.

Looking rather boyish as I am not all that well endowed up top. Oh well.


I wore jeggings today. Kiki does not care.


Boredom + Tai Chi = The Last Airbender

Disclaimer: I love movies. Even bad ones. I love going to movies and eating the popcorn. Life is good.

Who knew a movie about the magical powers of air could be so dull and heavy? Kicking off in a speculative Arctic future where humanity has devolved itself into four tribal factions based on the elements, Last Airbender quickly morphs into the over-budgeted Star Trek episode should have never become. Two white kids (who are somehow Eskimos) trying to hunt a baby seal uncover a giant ice-ball where they find the messiah of their particular universe passed out next to his flying pet beaver, who also happens to be his personal airbus. Rodney kept on calling the flying beaver “the mop with a face”, but both of us felt it was a direct rip off of Falkor from the Neverending Story.

The tedium was mildly relieved by underachieving special effects, that is, until the epileptic-seizure inducing panning anomalies made us look around to ascertain whether or not we were sitting in the 3D version of the movie. We were in the 2D version, and yet every time the camera panned from angle to nauseous angle, it was like watching a 3 year old’s first attempt at a YouTube film production.

Which leads me to M. Night Shymalan. I want to like him. Sixth Sense was one of the greatest movies ever made. Unbreakable, not so much, but it wasn’t horrible. The Village was pretty good. What happened to this guy? Last Airbender is Disney pablum masquerading as sci-fi. I sense a great deal of marijuana was responsible in this movie and not in a good way.

The kids go on a quest to the opposite Arctic pole so Airbender kid –Aahn is his name and it makes me think immediately of the red bean paste in mooncakes–as they “liberate” various tribes by doing tai-chi. I’m serious, unfortunately. All element bending is preceded by entire tai-chi routines, the kind old people do every morning in mainland China to the sound of a tinny loudspeaker. There is a face-off Lord of the Rings style between the fire people who are villains and the water people. There is no character development except for the Fire Overlord who does little else besides insult people, bringing up old grievances and injuries in a whiny voice. The quasi-Japanese feng shui gave me a stomachache at every turn, but the yin and yang fishies swimming in the pond were almost cool.

Thank goddess this badly-directed, overwrought P.O.S. was edited down to 1 hour and 40 minutes, because more exposure would have likely caused some sort of brain damage.

Anorexia? :-(

I went to the gym tonight and I worked out on the stair machine pretty hard.  It was the kind of cardiovascular activity that is a bit trying but afterwards the lungs feel fresh and clean and there is a nice happy feeling, a natural high.

There was a girl that came in who looked like she was in high school or college that climbed on the treadmill.  She was stick-figure thin.  No hips, no boobs, nothing.  Her whole bottom half was concave, her legs like fragile sticks.  She was actually skinnier than Waldo of Where’s Waldo fame.

This poor creature had no business exercising!  She should have been resting at home eating a veggie cheeseburger with fries and  drinking a chocolate shake!  Perhaps she was a cancer victim or someone with a another disease Chrohn’s, but I dunno.  She had all of her hair?  She was as skinny as or perhaps thinner than this clearly anorexic model:

I am making a mental wish for her and all girls like her to reach a better state with their bodies, no matter what is causing the malnourished skinny-ness.