post the sixty-first, 2013

just a couple updates and whatnot.

first there was THIS post where i got some new shoes and then there was THAT post where the brooks pure flow were becoming pure hell. basically, the shoes were crippling me, but i was just sure i couldn't return them because i'd worn them. guess who was wrong? guess? GUESS. what? no, not lindsay lohan (although at the same time, yes, lindsay lohan) -- not her, ME. duh. yesterday, i went back to dick's [sporting goods] and explained exactly what had happened -- how i'd tried the shoes in the store and they were fine, how i'd worn them and they were fine, how my foot started to hurt over the weekend and i didn't know what was going on, how i put the shoes on again during the week and suddenly realised exactly what was going on, how i tried to bandage my foot but that didn't help. i said to the dick[store]man - these shoes are defective. he was like - hmm...hmm...hmm... and then he goes, are you exchanging or getting your money? i was all over that - EXCHANGING, SIR! he was like - hmm...hmm...okay. i was embarrassingly grateful, went directly to the lunar fly display, and came back with my new shoes. exchanged, boom, done. i am tired of people dissing my flyshoes. the best shoes are the ones that work for the wearer.

as far as THIS little experiment goes, the results are mixed. my arm is happier all day, but i miss having the time handy in the night. uncorrected, my eyesight is such that in order to see items, i am compelled to bring them within licking distance of my face. in this scenario, weildyness is key and the value of the 3lb alarm-clock-radio is somewhat diminished. during the days, i have looked at my wrist a handful of times -- during a meeting in a room with no clock, at the bizhub collating copies, in the restroom -- "two freckles past a hair". haha. IN CONCLUSION, missing the watch at night, not missing it during the day.

i've completed the witch's daughter by paula brackston and the road not taken by robert frost. currently, i am on the journal of best practices which sounds like a business book but is in fact a personal memoir by david finch. not exactly FLYING through the virtual nook-book pages, but not at a complete standstill.

and, how are you?