Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003
11:21 pm - What's Happening, Ferret Face?  
Watched Arsenic and Old Lace tonight. I'd forgotten about the very first scene, which is a huge calumny against the Dodgers, but I'll let it go. Have loved the play ever since I first saw it when my high school did it my freshman year. Don't think I saw the film until years after that. (Remember there were no VCRs or DVDs in those dark old days, nor for that matter cable. We had to rely on the vagaries of local TV.) I do still love it.

After work I did 25 miles on the bike path, which brings my seven-day total to 87 miles. That's the second best seven-day total I've ever done. My record is 98 miles, set in 1993! Woo hoo! Of course I won't be able to keep it up. We just passed the latest sunset of the summer, and pretty soon I won't be able to two hour rides after work. Unless I get a headlamp. Also, my legs and ass are really sore.

My time was again excellent (for me), partly because I did the first half of the last lap with a guy chasing me. I should explain. When I started my third lap another guy had headed out onto the path just ahead of me. He was riding at about the same pace as I was, but I really didn't feel like riding directly behind this guy for three miles. So I passed him. And then he started to speed up. I really didn't want to get into a situation where we were constantly passing each other, so I sped up, too. This went on for about two and half miles, until by the end of the uphill, I finally was far enough ahead to relax a bit before I turned around. What was really funny about it was that his cadence (the speed at which he pedaled) was much, much slower than mine, so it looked like he was just riding along easily, while I was pedaling away like crazy. To an independent observer, it might have looked like a chase from a Pepe LePew cartoon, with me as the cat scrambling to get away, and the other guy as Pepe, just following along as easy as can be... Except that he never did catch me. (Not that he was trying to catch me. I just didn't want him to pass me.)

After the chase was done, and I started heading back to towards Kingston, I realized how focused I had been on the chase. Usually when I ride, I'm on autopilot, thinking about everything but the ride itself, especially if it's a route I'm familiar with. It's nice being able to have the time to think, although sometimes it gives me too much time to think. In that one stretch, though, I was in a competition, and it was like being back on the softball field, and I realized how much I miss that competitive focus. And then I was back on autopilot, reminiscing about softball championships won. (Cue "Glory Days"...)

Oh, and there were ferrets. On the first lap as I was starting up the hill, four (apparently) feral ferrets popped out of the woods in front of me. I guess they were intending to cross the path, but they ducked back into the woods when I rode by. I'd never seen ferrets in the wild before.
Current Mood: competitive
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(Anonymous) on July 2nd, 2003 - 11:49 pm
"Without my tagline, I'd feel naked."

I completely identify with that competitive feeling, even when the other guy doesn't know you're racing. I always see how long I can stay ahead of cars at stop signs on my bike. It's always better when you win your little challenge and don't end up out of breath or drive over a curb.

his cadence (the speed at which he pedaled) was much, much slower than mine, so it looked like he was just riding along easily, while I was pedaling away like crazy.
I think the optimal cadences are like 70 and 90 rpm, but most people pedal slower. I wish I had a good mental picture of you on your bike for this. In all the F2F pictures I only remember one of you in the foreground, and it wasn't even a front view.
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DXMachinadxmachina on July 3rd, 2003 - 04:52 am
My cadence is usually somewhere between 75 and 80. He seemed much lower, like 50-60 or so.

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Cindy: Buffycindyamb on July 3rd, 2003 - 02:31 am
I'm so non-competitive, that competing puts me off whatever I was doing.

Still that's great, and that's a great 7 day total. Don't overdo it in this heat though, please?

Hee! - to the ferrets. Have you ever had this experience? Someone mentions something a little outside of the norm (like say - ferrets) and then everywhere you go for the next week or so, the same topic pops up in conversation? A completely separate group of online friends have been discussing ferrets for the last few days and now you have feral ferrets!
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Hugh Likes Carrotstheodosia on July 3rd, 2003 - 03:35 am
The ferrets might have been weasels or fishers -- we do have native members of the 'ferret' family around here.
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DXMachinadxmachina on July 3rd, 2003 - 04:54 am
I thought of weasels. They were brown with very dark brown spines. Otherwise, they looked just like Victor's beasties. I was just so surprised to see them.
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sumisumik on July 3rd, 2003 - 09:00 am
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sumisumik on July 3rd, 2003 - 09:48 am
Or otters!!!
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seankozma on July 3rd, 2003 - 10:38 am
The last play I acted in before I moved out here was Arsenic and Old Lace. I got to play Jonathan. We make latex prosthetic scars for me, and I wore boot with two in heels, so I towered over everybody, including Joe, who played Mortimer.

When I got knocked unconscious during the fight with the cops at the end, the audience cheered. I loved that so much.

It's so much fun to play bad guys.
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DXMachinadxmachina on July 3rd, 2003 - 11:03 am
I remember we talked about that on the board awhile back.

I love, love the moment when Martha and Abby reveal to Jonathan that they're the ones who killed the old men, and Doctor Einstein taunts Jonathan that the old ladies have killed as many people as he has.
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seankozma on July 3rd, 2003 - 11:25 am
That's one of my favorite moments in the play, too. Seething with jealousy, I was! (Pardon me, I seem to be channeling Yoda now...)

In our set that we had built, the door that led down to the "basement" really only led into a cramped little space under the stairs that led up to the "second floor."

When Dr. Einstein and I were downstairs for part of the show, Mortimer would have to open the door and yell downstairs to us, or something to that effect. Because of the set design, we were always right in front of him when he opened that door, of course.

Dr. Einstein and I would always make sure to be in some highly suggestive position during that part. Every night when the show was over, we would have to run and hide from Joe, who wanted to inflict bodily harm on us for almost making him break character onstage.

We were bad people.
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