Redistribution Of Math

Hey people. I super wanted a clip from that movie "Stranger than fiction" for today's post -- the one where Maggie Gylenhaal yells at Will Ferrell, "Get bent TAXMAAAAAN!" But alas, it was not to be had.

Anyone who doubts my claims that math is evil-- look no further. Behold this evidence, from my very own "receipts" file.

I know. Just look at these disjointed scribblings, these numbers. (Shudder.) Hubs shoved this in the file. I tell you he is trying to drive me incrementally insane. Ultimately neither of us had any idea what this represented. It gives me the creeps just to look at it. I just threw up a tiny bit.


Shake it off. Tax day is over for a whole 'nuther year. (Yes, I know 'nuther isn't a word. I'm a writer yo. But come on. People say it. It's liberating and bad, like 'aint. Get feisty-- nuthahhhh...)

Some of you may remember my drumming ambitions. I've been saving for drums for quite a while. I took a few lessons as one of my "out of the box" moves and it was really fun. The only thing about it was I felt a little disingenuous. I LOVE music, especially rock. The rock tempo usually matches a heartbeat. You feel your life force pounding away with the beat.

But I'm not one of those people who is "musical". I've never had that driving force inside compelling me to play an instrument. Being in a band sounds like a blast, but the drumming thing doesn't come from a musically creative space in me. It would just be a way to enhance my jamming out.

But theses look cool as hell don't they? Don't you just want to bang away?

Now that I've had a taste of the scary, thrilling fun of the mountain bike trail, my drum money is going to become bike money. Yep, talked to Dan, and I get to get a new bike! (Not becasue he is the boss of me, but because we talk about any big purchases either of us wants to make.)

Doesn't this look fun?

My real world life and my creative life are inextricably tangled. In my novel one character I really like is a drummer, another is this guy who has an adrenaline addiction. He uses thrills to constantly snap himself into what he calls the "right now", and teaches his daughter to do the same. Mountain biking feels very much like that. You are all the way there. Weirdly, that feeling reminds me of welding too. When you're doing it you're not thinking about too much else, although it's on a much calmer level. You're in the right now.

Hanging out in nature all by myself for hours was what led me back to my real self almost twelve years ago. It brought back memories of fort building, and tramping around in the woods and fields as a kid, discovering little hidden away spots, feeling adventurous and immortal, swinging from vines. The bike gives me another way to do that that the drums don't.

Now all I need is to find a little tribe of adventurers for me and Trusty Pam to hang with occasionally.