Unicycling Day 2

Today went well. I can get on with only one hand on the fence to steady myself, and I was letting go of the fence and then grabbing it when I started to fall. I still can't ride without the fence, however there must be lots of paved roads with a wall alongside, so I can imagine myself traveling happily along them. I find myself skipping forward to Chamillionaire's "ridin' dirty" on my ipod when I ride my bike sometimes. It's ironic because I am obeying all of the laws and police aren't targeting me. Today I noticed that I skip to the same song when I am on my unicycle... that's not even irony. That is so far beyond ironic. I made myself listen to Britney Spears' more appropriate song "circus" the rest of the session. Then, I fell into a planter and scraped my shin on the edging and went hobbling inside, because I am not really a gangster in real life. "because I am not really a gangster in real life" can be attached to everything I say. Now I am going to go to the bike co-op to get my seat post shortened.

Unicycling Day 1

Well, that was very good exercise. Climbing onto the unicycle in a standard mount is just not remotely possible. So what I do is 1. stand on a curb with one foot while climbing onto the seat and putting my other foot on the pedal (preferred method) or 2. grip the seat with the tops of my legs while i cling to/climb up a post or pole until the unicycle is under me, and then drop my feet onto the pedals. The second way is exhausting as I have to do it about every time i fall off (40 times an hour, or so.)

I feel like my unicycle is too tall for me, because I can sit on my bike's seat and have my toes on the ground but I can't on the unicycle. I know a 24" unicycle is my size because in shoes I have a 30" inseam. I have put the seatpost all the way down but it has about a 10" stem on the seat which fits into the 5" stem above the wheel, which means I am still 10" above the part where the stem is attached to the wheel holding arms.* In lieu of making sense, here is a picture:
I found a nice area with a curb, flat ground, and a non abrasive fence and had a good time dragging myself along with my arms while twitching my feet shakily back and forth. Every few feet I would let go of the fence, pedal halfway then let my foot slip off the petal and the unicycle would fall away. Eventually I progressed to peddling for a bit while holding the wall with only one arm.

*I (for once) read the manual while I waited for inspiration about how to assemble the unicycle without tools, but the names of parts were insufficiently descriptive (they sound pretend.) so I did not learn what anything is called. There were words like "sprocket" (I GISed SPROCKET AND Fun Fact!, THERE WAS NO SPROCKET IN MY UNICYCLE KIT! I think it was the generic manual they must send out with unicycles with and without sprockets.) I assumed it would be shipped with an allen wrench but it was not. Luckily about ten minutes into looking at the manual my roommate came home and lent me his auto maintenance kit, and of course it didn't matter that I didn't know what the instructions meant because a unicycle has about 7 pieces that definitely only assemble in one way.

What doesn't kill you

makes you stronger. It's not a great consolation in moments of stress, but I was struck today by how, well, how strong I am. I coukldn't sleep, I had a hellacious bike commute in the icy rain, I had to deal with phone calls from a guest at the hospital needing a ride and insisting that we were the only option, handle several not very polite guests, tell a guest we don't do work exchange, and of course all of the tasks of running the hostel like laundry and receipts. It doesn't sound that dramatic without adjectives, does it? I climbed on my bike at 7:15 this morning- I had been ready to go for a while but it was just too dark. And within 10 seconds I was soaked. Just, all through my jeans and my hat and my hands, icy water making me numb. After about 3 minutes I couldn't keep my eyes open because of the rain and I decided that biking with an umbrella might be safer than biking with my eyes closed. And it was much, much more pleasant, esepecially as I had numbed properly and couldn't really feel anything in my face and extremities. And then of course my umbrella started whipping inside out and I had to put it away. I reflected that nothing in the world is worse than cold, and I was actually getting quite angry that I had to get out of bed. I tried to remind myself that I was getting out of my safe lovely bed to ride my bicycle with my healthy legs and eyes and work for time-and-a-half at my interesting job but positivity is no match for negativity at times. At the bottom of the hill the hostel is on I made the decision to be a few minutes late and look at the water to calm down. I had never seen it all murky brown and choppy, with hundreds of birds just swirling around low to the water. It was not very calming, but it helped. And then as soon as I got to work I put on a towel and put my jeans and sweater in the dryer. I actually fashioned a very convincing skirt out of a thin gray backpackign towel- improvisation is a major skill of mine. I was inundated with calls from the same man, a man who stayed last night, went into diabetic shock or something and needed to get picked up from the ER. He just kept repeating the same things, like that would make me have a car (and tire of life to the point where I would get in the car with a strange man with scary problems.) And when one of our volunteers went to bring him here I decided that needy or not, I do not like him and am not going to help him. Will I mail his letter? Will I call his friends? Will I keep the hostel open during the day for him? Will I tell his friend some message when they call? Apparently I am mailing his letter and one of the volunteers will keep the common area of the hostel open.

Note: I wrote this last week and thought I shouldn't post it bc I talk about work issues, but you know what, 2 people read my blog, my mom doesn't even, so I am sure it is fine.

I am the circus.

I think one of the best things about childhood is the newness of everything. Almost everything has a steep learning curve, but children for the most part have no conception of how unlikely swimming or learning a language or whatever is, because (I suppose) their whole lives are a stream of new, improbable things which prove attainable.

What I am trying to say is I have completely spent my fun budget and have to start budgeting again, and i don't know whether to budget for a unicycle or a slackline.

Yes Unicycle: I have never tried it and don't know anyone who has one, so it is a totally new skill. I can probably pull it out and take it around the immediate neighborhood quite easily compared to setting up a slackline. Also, if I get a touring one (oh, they are expensive) perhaps I can throw away my terrible bicycle that is so terrible that it goes down hills more slowly than other bikes. One time someone cut one of the brakes, but it still has one that works so I use it as-is. One time someone peeled off the cushion part of the seat, but there is still a plastic triangle so I use it as-is. It is such a terrible bicycle that I can't ride hands-free on it but I can on Dad's bike with suicide gears and meant for someone 6 inches taller. It is so bad that someone once stole the bike crate* but not the wheels or anything. Also, when I once left it unlocked in downtown Oakland it was not stolen when I got back 5 hours later. And when I got back from Christmas break having left it at the bus station I found that the lock's cable had been halfway cut, but not all the way. I still use that bike lock- I figure it has already proven it's effective.**.

Against Unicycle: What if I am terrible at it and I break my arms? I do not like getting hurt. And a touring unicycle, which is what I really want, is $600.

Slackline: Slacklines are really portable, and I could use it at the condo and at Willow House. Also, I am much closer to being able to slackline than to being able to ride a unicycle. And, it does not hurt much to fall off. And they are 1/3 as expensive as a beginner unicycle.

Against Slackline: There is a slackline club at school that I could go to if it wasn't raining and if I wasn't afraid of ripping out my navel ring***, so I don't need to own one in order to learn it. The set up would be time consuming.

*Just to be really clear, it was not a nice crate. It was a beat up black milk crate with one corner gone from where a side view mirror hit me one night.

**I think it would be unethical to leave it unlocked in case a child steals it and is killed when they assume the brakes brake.

***I am not sure why I care- I learned to eat with my mouth ages ago and I am not using my belly button for anything at all anymore. I am not even keeping it intact.

Melatonin

Melatonin is what makes you tired at the right time. It is circadian. And if your brain doesn't make any you can buy it in the grocery store for $8. It is like magic. But you can't use it all the time because you will get immune to it. You can use not looking at white lights before bed also. So I am using my lava lamp to get ready for bed.

I think it is the best thing I have ever, ever heard of. The first night I used it I noted as I fell asleep that I had forgotten what it felt like to be sleepy, since normally I will lay in bed or just do work until I feel exhausted, and my body starts to ache and rebel, but I am just not tired and eventually the sun comes up and I have to acknowledge that no, I am not going to get to bed that night.

I had also forgotten what it was like to be tired in the morning. I know, my parents who drove off without me in the morning because I was just not going to make it out of bed probably think that is strange, but for the last 6 months I have been checking the time every time I wake up at night, and when it gets to an appropriate awake time I would get up. Wow, it was hard to get up Mon and Tues morning this week.

Apparently this grogginess is from too much melatonin? The internet says that a .5 mg dose is the best, and any more and you will get desensitized, so I am trying to get a .5 mg dose out of the 3 mg tablets i have. (I did not think to research dosage before I bought them, so I picked the middle dose.)(These 100 tablets are going to last a very, very long time.) One thing is that I still wake up a lot, but when I do I feel tired and can fall right back to sleep.

Oh, the sleepiness is here!!!!!!!!!!
I want to throw it a parade, but I also want to go to sleep.
So, I will write about the weeeeeird dreams tommorow.

Yaaay!

okay.


I own 32 navel rings, and I am not allowed to wear them for 4-6 months, because terrible things will happen! Terrible things like the piercing "rejecting" and migrating out of my skin. I bought these all on ebay for around $30*, and I opened the package and I think I screamed. I waited as long as humanly possible to try one on, which was 9 minutes. Guess where I have nerve endings. Hint: everywhere!!! So I am never changing it again, and need to think of something to do with all of these.



*one is the one they installed at the tattoo and piercing place, and one is from when I was 15 and going to get my navel ring before my parents backed out. This is my month of doing everything I have ever wanted to, if you couldn't tell.

Lava Lamp

I have wanted a lava lamp for my entire life, very acutely for the last 5 years. I can't explain why I never got one, not really. I asked for one at every christmas and birthday, and Mom would bid on them on ebay and so forth, and somehow I never actually got one. When I pointed this out about 3 years ago Mom made a point of calling all of the big retailers around and asking if they had lava lamps in stock. This culminated in us driving to San Lorenzo or some mall town and finding out that instead of lava lamps the shop had glitter lava night lights. And I liked my little glitter nightlight (it has gone missing in one of my moves, but I am sure it will turn up) but it was not a lava lamp. Also, at night I can't see because I put my contacts in their little case. I need big wax blobs, not twinkly glitter.

Anyway, I have been shopping for one on ebay for a few months... it is vital to choose the Exact Perfect Lamp, because I will have it until I die. I examined listings for maybe 700 lamps and it came down to pink with white wax, or orange with white wax. I agonized for days about which was better, and then I went with orange.

I think I am kind of addicted to my lamp. I usually can't sleep so I stared at it for maybe 3 hours last night before I got bored or tired enough to rest. And then in the morning I woke up when my first alarm went off, so that I could look at it before school. It was hard to convince myself to leave it to go to school. I am very dependent on it, I think. I really do not know why. I will just stare at it, like it's so fascinating to watch wax float. It is pretty much the perfect amount of activity and complexity for me. My other lamp has too little, and television has too much.

I can't believe I almost bought the pink.