Went to the gym last night. Good times - did some cardio, Elliott showed me how to work with some weight machines, then worked on some abs a little.
Then - and I don't remember this happening - apparently some time in the night I was hit by a truck. Tonight I think I will just go home and sleep it off.
18 April 2008
17 April 2008
02 April 2008
Elliott Saves the Day
Last night was way exciting. Elliott and I were at the laundromat, finishing up a load of laundry at about 10:00 pm. The place has a lot of traffic in and out of the door, since it's next door to an apartment complex and people don't stay to keep an eye on their clothes, but there were only the two of us and another girl actually hanging out in the laundromat. She and I were both reading while Elliott was folding his clothes. Suddenly the girl shouts "that guy took my purse!" as some kid goes running out the door. Elliott asked which way the guy had went, and took off down the street at a full sprint. Elliott is FAST.
The girl and I went outside and I gave her my phone to call the police. Elliott got down the street to the parking lot of the apartment complex where the kid had disappeared, and walked off into the dark lot. A few minutes later, the girl was still on the phone with 911 giving a description of the guy when Elliott comes walking back - with the purse! He had walked around a corner in the parking lot and found the kid crouched on the ground digging through the purse. He yelled "Hey! That's not your purse!" and ran at him, at which point the kid panicked, dumped the it in a trash can and hopped a fence.
The girl went through her stuff and found that she was only missing $10 in cash - her phone, cards, keys, etc were all still there. The police arrived and took our statements, and then Elliott and I stayed a little bit to make sure she'd be okay at the laundromat while she waited for her laundry to finish. She's a really nice girl, and I'm glad everything turned out well. She wanted to thank Elliott in some way, but he refused all compensation. I did give her my business card, so I got a nice email from her this morning that I forwarded on to him.
Do I have a great boyfriend, or what?
I think from now on I will be locking my purse in my trunk while I do laundry at the laundromat. It was all totally crazy, particularly since we really should have left there about ten minutes earlier. We had been playing trivial pursuit while waiting on the laundry, and each only had one pie piece left to end the game, so we had stayed until the game ended before folding the laundry.
The girl and I went outside and I gave her my phone to call the police. Elliott got down the street to the parking lot of the apartment complex where the kid had disappeared, and walked off into the dark lot. A few minutes later, the girl was still on the phone with 911 giving a description of the guy when Elliott comes walking back - with the purse! He had walked around a corner in the parking lot and found the kid crouched on the ground digging through the purse. He yelled "Hey! That's not your purse!" and ran at him, at which point the kid panicked, dumped the it in a trash can and hopped a fence.
The girl went through her stuff and found that she was only missing $10 in cash - her phone, cards, keys, etc were all still there. The police arrived and took our statements, and then Elliott and I stayed a little bit to make sure she'd be okay at the laundromat while she waited for her laundry to finish. She's a really nice girl, and I'm glad everything turned out well. She wanted to thank Elliott in some way, but he refused all compensation. I did give her my business card, so I got a nice email from her this morning that I forwarded on to him.
Do I have a great boyfriend, or what?
I think from now on I will be locking my purse in my trunk while I do laundry at the laundromat. It was all totally crazy, particularly since we really should have left there about ten minutes earlier. We had been playing trivial pursuit while waiting on the laundry, and each only had one pie piece left to end the game, so we had stayed until the game ended before folding the laundry.
01 April 2008
April already?!
Surely this is some perverse sort of April Fool's joke. I wasn't even done with February yet, let alone March. Where is the backspace button on my life? Ctrl+left arrow, maybe? Rewind? Do over?
Anyway, time races on and I only blogged twice in March. Work continues to be crazy busy, and I continue to be crazy. I've had some interesting emails back-and-forth with Clark, which perhaps I'll blog in the next day or two. I suppose that "interesting," in this context, is really a relative term. They're basically trivia and equation questions that we've asked each other.
But I think they sum up how Clark and I operate rather well. To wit, here is our text conversation from yesterday:
Me: Which high school did [Nobel laureate in physics Richard] Feynman go to?
Clark: Far Rockaway.
Me: OK.
No explanation asked for or needed. Just one of those questions. Like this text conversation with Elliott:
Me: Can you moonwalk?
Elliott: Not well, no.
Me: OK.
No one ever really seems to wonder why I ask these things. Just comes with the territory when you hang out around me long enough, I guess.
Regarding the Feyman question, though: I was reading a book I got for Christmas, The Last Shot, about Stephon Marbury and a bunch of Coney Island projects kids who were trying to get into college to play basketball. It mentioned in the book that their high school was way sub-par academically, but in the past two Nobel laureates in physics had graduated from there. Knowing that Coney Island is next to Brooklyn, and that Feynman was from Brooklyn, I was trying to figure out if he was one of them. Guess not. But maybe Clark knows who they are.
What a fun trivia question that would be: NBA player Stephon Marbury and which Nobel laureates all graduated from Abraham Lincoln High School in New York City?
Anyway, time races on and I only blogged twice in March. Work continues to be crazy busy, and I continue to be crazy. I've had some interesting emails back-and-forth with Clark, which perhaps I'll blog in the next day or two. I suppose that "interesting," in this context, is really a relative term. They're basically trivia and equation questions that we've asked each other.
But I think they sum up how Clark and I operate rather well. To wit, here is our text conversation from yesterday:
Me: Which high school did [Nobel laureate in physics Richard] Feynman go to?
Clark: Far Rockaway.
Me: OK.
No explanation asked for or needed. Just one of those questions. Like this text conversation with Elliott:
Me: Can you moonwalk?
Elliott: Not well, no.
Me: OK.
No one ever really seems to wonder why I ask these things. Just comes with the territory when you hang out around me long enough, I guess.
Regarding the Feyman question, though: I was reading a book I got for Christmas, The Last Shot, about Stephon Marbury and a bunch of Coney Island projects kids who were trying to get into college to play basketball. It mentioned in the book that their high school was way sub-par academically, but in the past two Nobel laureates in physics had graduated from there. Knowing that Coney Island is next to Brooklyn, and that Feynman was from Brooklyn, I was trying to figure out if he was one of them. Guess not. But maybe Clark knows who they are.
What a fun trivia question that would be: NBA player Stephon Marbury and which Nobel laureates all graduated from Abraham Lincoln High School in New York City?
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