My Heart Could Power A Rave

Of course, that would be so 1997 of me, wouldn’t it? Still, it was cool to hear blood flowing through my heart – and with my heartrate somewhere between 60 and 80 bpm during the times that they were doing the rest part of the echo, it was definitely in the low end of the trance range. And very swooshy cool.

Oh, I’m not dead – and nothing hugely wrong with me. A bit of tachycardia during the recovery phase. Otherwise normal. Therefore: Have a donut. I took the rest of the day off today. Just because.

I spent a lot of time last night and today thinking about GLaDOS – not that I finally got Portal (I don’t think any of our systems will run it), just that I finally bothered to google her. And even though I’ve never played the damn game, I think I’m completely swooning. Which, y’know, getting all entranced by the idea of a (near?) sociopathic female-gendered omnipotent AI… well, that says a lot about me, doesn’t it?

Mowed the lawn while listening to This American Life. Mp3 players are great.

And then we fixed up an old bike so Chris could have one with gears, put a new seat on mine (so I wouldn’t hurt) and rode the library and grocery store. Now I have hard cider, and two chapters to read (Marx and Weber), a paper to write on Black Feminist Thought, and another chapter or two in Texts, Facts, and Femininity over the weekend. And call tomorrow night.

All in all, not bad. Not bad at all.