lagilman: coffee or die (citron presse)
There are people who use a bicycle for fun, people who bike for exercise, and people who bike for transport. I am - for the most part - in the last category, with the second category being an unexpected but appreciated bonus, and the first requiring some sort of destination (which brings it back to the third category) rather than a random ride to nowhere simply to be on the bike.

However, there is a pleasure I've recently discovered that may fall entirely in the first category: that of biking past the great blue heron who has taken up residence along the river, and saying good morning to them. Or being able to slow down and watch as a river otter swims across said river. Or, as happened this morning, looking up and seeing a bald eagle cruising for salmon, close enough to see details on their tailfeathers.

You miss this, in a car. You miss this if you're jogging, headphones on and eyes on the trail, or zipping along on a racing bike, head down and time sprints in mind. But the combination of slow riding and keeping your eyes open...

But I really need to start carrying my (*^*&P camera with me.
lagilman: coffee or die (citron presse)
Yes, this is part of the bike commute I take, twice a week, to the side gig.  My life, it is Woe.  Clearly.

(and now, having gotten a few miles under my wheels, I can face prepping my taxes...no, I lie, I still can’t face tax prep.  But I gotta do it...)

lagilman: coffee or die (citron presse)
So, yeah.

There's something slightly...mortifying about discovering that your beloved bike was...actually a smidge too large for you. But I will soon be the owner of an XS frame of a used-but-nicer-model bike, for only a little out-of-pocket, and hopefully a lot more use gotten out of it.

(Seattle: home of many hills...and lots of people biking a mile out of their way to avoid them. Wheeee...)

Also, the REI flagship store is somewhat of a modified religious experience, but I was apparently invisible to the staff there. Play it Again Sports down the street, on the other hand, were great....
lagilman: coffee or die (NYC)
Today was... both quite productive (despite my usual grumbles, the deflag of the copyedit for FIXED is going well, and should be finished tomorrow) and really frustrating, on fronts I can't discuss.  So around 2pm, after a phone call to deal with some of the frustration, I decided "screw it" and hauled out the bike, and headed out.


I made it down to Pier 1 Cafe at 70th Street, following the 3rd Law of "Bike to the Beer." Then I proved that you can in fact read off an iPad screen in bright sunlight, and got through a few manuscript submissions before biking home.


the view from the West Harlem pier, looking up-river:

westharlempier

the wages of cycling are beer.  Note Watson the iPad in red, waiting to be put to work...
pierbeer

the view from Pier 1 (70th St), looking toward the West Side of Manhattan:
the city, from the river

The ride home was entirely into the wind. My knees have lodged a formal complaint, and have demanded another beer, and steak (they got it it).

I am still cranky about various things occurring, but since I can't DO anything about those things, I'm just going to enjoy the sunlight, the well-earned ache, and the pleasant lethargy from mmmmmmsteak.

Tomorrow, I kill the rest of the copyedit.

originally published at Writer. Editor. Tired Person.
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Some days, you just can't spend behind the computer screen. Sunny, low-60's, a bit windy but otherwise a perfect day for the first 25 mile bike ride of the season. Which was not, in fact a 25 mile bike ride, but rather a 15 mile bike ride down to the West Village, a long pause for a bike show (wherein I bought a very useful pannier/messenger bag, but not the lights I'd hoped to find), and had lunch with Danny L, and then another 10 miles back uptown before the crackling of my knees suggested I should hie onto the subway the rest of the way home.

Thankfully, MTA riders do not deathglare at bikes on their subway (just don't try it during rush hour!) and for the first time ever I got offered help lugging my bike down the stairs (thankfully, it's light enough to be a one-person haul). Da Bronx wins over Manhattan, there.

I probably won't get another long ride done before I go on vacation, but I intend to do the round-the-island trip at least once this summer, if anyone local wants to join me (including stops along the way, natch)

Here: have a bridge. My most-beloved bridge, in fact, from a vantage point most people don't get to see.


And now, I need to shower, take a painkiller for my knee JiC, and head out for some much-earned sangria....
lagilman: coffee or die (Default)
It hit 70 today.
70.

Okay, I'm okay with it. No, really. I'm okay with it enough that, after putting in a morning of work, I took the bike out for the first ride of the season.

Which was followed by the first flat tire of the season.

Oh well. The new pump worked, the guy at the new little bike shop around the corner is nice (and has a very silly little dog), and 7 miles left me very tired (I could do 30 miles in August without dying, for reference). Meh. But this too will return...

So yeah, 70. If it hits 80 before April, I'm Gonna Have Word With Someone.

Meanwhile, I am closing in on the end of all the current freelance work (with more to hit next week, whee), and while Madame Editrix M has not yet delivered unto me my revision letter, Madame Agent Jenn has given her words upon Operation Oy, and so I have my marching papers for the weekend...

In addition to doing a final final pass on Portals #1, to fix all the things I realized this week were still broken. Yeah. But the 3/15 delivery date is still golden, damn it.

And, in reward for my Virptue in getting on the bike, dinner tonight is a tagine-spice-crusted fillet of bream, with a spinach-red pepper chopped salad and a glass of sauvignon blanc. There may, in fact, be TWO glasses. Oh, the indulgence...
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Taking my companion's advice, my plan for today was to sleep late, stretch out sore muscles, and then do as little physical activity as possible, to ensure full recovery from yesterday's bike ride. He is also trying to talk me into doing the Tour de Bronx next month. Hrmmm.

Things accomplished today:

* a freelance copywriting gig
* clearing out the Pending Email File (which is different from the General Inbox in terms of "these people need to hear from me NOW")
* clearing off the Author's Shelves in preparation for new editions incoming (which also means there will be an Author's Shelf Sale coming up soon)
* further planning for next week's research trip to the Specific Northwest
* watched a lot of football

You may well note that there was no fiction-writing on that list. My brain didn't even feel the need to jot notes down. Very odd. Tomorrow, we need to get back on the typestick. The Twitter hashtag of #cantsleepdeadlineswilleatme is once again in effect.

The freelance gig was an interesting one - the author is doing an ebook story collection with a twist - playing (with permission & co-operation) with characters created by other writers. It's a fun conceit well-done, and a portion of the profits will go towards a literary charity, so it was really a pleasure to work on it.

And as part of the recovery, I'm letting my body have whatever it wants, foodwise. Part of what it wanted was chocolate-covered graham crackers (oops) but dinner tonight was a nicely healthy pasta with smoked salmon, which is one of my favorite comfort foods. And here's where the food budgeting tip comes in. Smoked salmon - $25-ish/pound, which can be kind of hurtful. But if you're going to be dicing and tossing with pasta, or otherwise not needing Presentation Slices? See if your local store offers smoked salmon bits - the trimmings from larger pieces. I get mine for under $10/pound, and it's the same level of Yum.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I have a food coma and Sunday night football to indulge in.


originally posted at Practical Meerkat: A Blog
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I am an advocate of regular (not obsessive) exercise. I also firmly believe that you should pick an exercise that is enjoyable. If it can be social, so much the better. And if it involves stopping for beer along the way? Sign me up!

When I when I bought the new bike this spring, Goal I was to bike 10+ miles without dying. I managed that, and was able to up that to 15+ miles during my vacation in Maine. Goal #2 was slightly more advanced - I wanted to do the full circuit of Manhattan, along both rivers. Approximately 32 miles, give or take a detour. Despite heat waves, travel, illness, and a hurricane.... today I did it.

Starting point: Inwood, NYC. Finish point: Inwood, NYC. Covered: nearly full circuit of Manhattan, down the Hudson River Greenway, through Battery Park, and up the East River Bikeway (yet incomplete, requiring us to cut across-town and finish up on the west side). We started above the George Washington Bridge, glorious in the clear autumn air, and rode past the sailboats anchored near the Boat Basin.

Picking up more traffic below 79th Street, we went past the cruise ships just come into harbor (and heard an exasperated staffperson say to the disembarking passengers: "please stay out of the way of the cyclists!"). Waving to the Intrepid, we continued down past the Lincoln Tunnel, through Chelsea and all its lovely riverside parks, past the Holland Tunnel, and along Battery Park City, where neither of us had ever wandered. Wow it's...manicured. And very pretty.

Swinging along the southern tip of the island and the Battery Park Tunnel, we stopped for a drink at the Staten Island Ferry terminal (aka "South Ferry"), and then headed uptown along the East River Bike path (almost getting run over by a pack of clueless Boy Scouts at South Street Seaport - kids, "bike path" means there will be bikes on the path. Please pay attention.)

From there, upwards past the Brooklyn Bridge, the Manhattan Bridge, and the Williamsburg Bridge (the path being, in some places, slightly dodgy/under construction), along the Water Club, to the United Nations (a respectful 1-finger salute was raised to the Entitled Asswipes with DipCorps plates who make driving in NYC hell), and then - when we ran into a long section of unfinished path - across the city at 71st street, through Central Park

- a pause here to mention that we encountered the remnants of the German Day Parade, and I was not the only one in the Park to voice slight discomfort in hearing German being spoken through a loudspeaker, as troops marched up an avenue in my hometown. It's not pretty, but there it is. Sorry, my German friends. But the costumes were very pretty, and the crowd cheerful and having a splendid time. There are other national pride day parades that have much worse reps-

and from there to the north end of the Park, up 109th to Broadway (you promised me there weren't any more hills!), and from Broadway to Riverside and from Riverside back to the Hudson River Greenway up past the GWB and back to Inwood, where we had stashed the car.

At some point around E79th, my bad knee began to whinge. By W115th, it was in full-on OW, BITCH! mode. Several times, G asked me if I wanted to stop (he would then go ahead and come back with the car.)

"No," I said each time. And then finally "don't you know by now I'm stubborn?"

"So each time I ask, you can refuse my wussy offer, and feel better about sticking it out."

"Oh. Well-played, sir. Thank you." (Damned man, you'd think he knew me, or something)

I made it. Sheer stubborn bitch-mode. I was so glad to see the car, I almost cried.

Total distance, 35 miles. End result: utter exhaustion, aching knees, and a definite sense of satisfaction. And a desire to carb-load and drink wine until I pass out. Which is what I'm doing, even now.

Goal III is to do a specific, slightly longer (much hillier) trip out of the City. It may have to wait until the Spring....



[my only regret is that I missed the money-in-politics protest down in Wall Street. Had I timed things better, we could have managed to be there when it started...]


originally posted at Practical Meerkat: A Blog
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Bike 10+ miles on mixed terrain, and see how dainty YOUR appetite is!



More (including the OMGWTF House) in the Flickr set.
lagilman: coffee or die (bye-bye)
It is a bright, warm, and Not Raining Saturday morning. Therefore we are about to get on the bikes and head out to the beach. No, not to sunbathe, although I will be bringing a towel and sunscreen - there is a beachfront seafood shack at the end of our journeys....


10 miles each way. For fun. Because we can. Who am I and what have I done with me?







*restriction ends at 11:59pm.
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Today is the first day in nine that I don't have to be anywhere/making nice to people. It would be almost like a vacation - except all this WORK that has to be done, including signing the finished copies of DRAGON VIRUS that came - all three boxes of 'em.

I was looking at it and saying to a friend "it's such a little thing, to pack such an emotional punch" and said friend gave me a Look, like "are you talking about the book, Gilman, or...?"

Yeah, okay. :-D

[I love this project so much. After many 100,000+ word novels, remembering that a scant 20,000 words can be equally effective in moving people is... nice. Yes.]


Anyway, this morning before the work starts (and the temps increase), I took the bike down to the local Greenmarket, returning triumphant with greens and roots and cheese. None of the bread looked particularly must-have, tho, so I may be making flatbread this afternoon to have with the cheese.

And I discovered that wine-sellers at Greenmarkets are Very Crafty. They a) know that a 3-pack box will just exactly fit on the back rack of an adult bike and b) cunningly have a box of short bungee cords to loan, to strap said box to said rack.

I declined.


And now, there are words to polish and books to sign and material to edit and it all has to be done TODAY because Sunday and Monday really ARE a vacation. Yay!

How are y'all spending the (USAn-long) weekend?

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