A lot of you have asked what happened what with the stolen bike.
I do not know what happened with with the stolen bike.
But for about a week I whizzed around campus on eight small wheels (my rollerblades) until I got a new set of wheels (a new bike). While most people sort of semi-understand using a bicycle as primary mode of transportation, the "rollerblade-thing" really threw people off. Some laughed, some shook their heads, many put it off as "poor thing growing up outside the country like that has messed with her head."
I have to say, on the long run (roll?) a bike definitely beats rollerblades when it comes to transportation, though it can be fun to roll right into class... In my defense, none of the buildings forbid rollerblading inside. And I was being careful (most of the time :-D).
And yes, your mental images of me on rollerblades, on a campus are probably quite accurate.
While I was out bike shopping I notice several large poster which are advocating cycling. Most of their arguments circle around the fact that most trips are very close to home (within cycling distance - though I have learned that cycling distance is not the same here as it was back in Germany), it saves a lot of gas (though it would be interesting to calculate how much you'll pay for extra food, but then again I suppose pasta is cheap) and that it's really healthy.
Apparently, it drastically reduces the probability of a heart attack and increases life expectancy and a couple of other things. Lots of statistics. Interesting statistics. Numbers and stuff. Like if you cycle so-and-so many miles a week it goes up this-and-this many percent.
Well, I've done the math. Apparently, I'm going to live for ever.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
And then I nearly lost it...
I like to think of myself as a humorous person. Downright funny at times.
But this morning at 3:30 am when I was standing outside of my building for the second time that night because somebody had set off the firealarm for the second time that night I nearly lost it. My sense of humor that is... the way the past week went, I actually found myself in an absurd situation - and was unable to laugh about it.
I also like to think of myself as a non-violent person. Peaceful, happy - even charming at times.
But this morning at 3:30 am when I was standing outside of my building for the second time that night because somebody had set off the firealarm for the second time that night I was ready to figure out who it was and either try some of the new moves I learned playing rugby in Brooklyn on Saturday or alternatively (since I was still quite sore from having been at the recieving end the day before) figuring out who it was, and demonstrating what a fire in a dorm room really looks like.
A few hours later, as I was crawling out of bed for an early class and an early midterm, I discovered that while the events of the weekend (amond them having my bicycle stolen) had turned me into a little ball of anger and frustration, the events of that night (namely being awakened by the most obnoxious firealarm ever, every time I had finally fallen asleep) had turned me into a very tired, irratable ball of anger and frustration. The prospect of having to walk to the bus station for a longer period of time than it takes me to cycle to class didn't make things better.
Obviously, like any well-connected, internet savy person of my generation I had voiced my outrage of this weekend's happenings on facebook. Interestingly, while I mentioned several frustrating tid-bits the one thing that caught everyone's attention and seems to be the one thing everyone agrees upon that is the actual underlying factor is the lack of good German chocolate.
The fact that my status update about a frustrating weekend was able to trigger an international discussion on whether or not chocolate is essential, what the impact factor of nationality on various foods is, why Germans don't to bacon and why Canadians don't do Schinken and what maple syrup has to do with it... It definetely brightened my day.
Maybe I haven't lost it yet after all.
Ha.
But this morning at 3:30 am when I was standing outside of my building for the second time that night because somebody had set off the firealarm for the second time that night I nearly lost it. My sense of humor that is... the way the past week went, I actually found myself in an absurd situation - and was unable to laugh about it.
I also like to think of myself as a non-violent person. Peaceful, happy - even charming at times.
But this morning at 3:30 am when I was standing outside of my building for the second time that night because somebody had set off the firealarm for the second time that night I was ready to figure out who it was and either try some of the new moves I learned playing rugby in Brooklyn on Saturday or alternatively (since I was still quite sore from having been at the recieving end the day before) figuring out who it was, and demonstrating what a fire in a dorm room really looks like.
A few hours later, as I was crawling out of bed for an early class and an early midterm, I discovered that while the events of the weekend (amond them having my bicycle stolen) had turned me into a little ball of anger and frustration, the events of that night (namely being awakened by the most obnoxious firealarm ever, every time I had finally fallen asleep) had turned me into a very tired, irratable ball of anger and frustration. The prospect of having to walk to the bus station for a longer period of time than it takes me to cycle to class didn't make things better.
Obviously, like any well-connected, internet savy person of my generation I had voiced my outrage of this weekend's happenings on facebook. Interestingly, while I mentioned several frustrating tid-bits the one thing that caught everyone's attention and seems to be the one thing everyone agrees upon that is the actual underlying factor is the lack of good German chocolate.
The fact that my status update about a frustrating weekend was able to trigger an international discussion on whether or not chocolate is essential, what the impact factor of nationality on various foods is, why Germans don't to bacon and why Canadians don't do Schinken and what maple syrup has to do with it... It definetely brightened my day.
Maybe I haven't lost it yet after all.
Ha.
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