Souls in the Great Machine

CJ is probably more broken up about it than I am, since she's actually invested in the Giants as opposed to being just invested against the Noo Yawk teams. I think at this point she's really more of a Giants fan than she is a Red Sox fan, but that's natural since she's been living here since she really became a baseball fan. (But don't tell her I said so!)

Well, I guess I will be rooting for the Cardinals and the Mariners in the next round of the playoffs. Actually, I quite like the Mariners and would enjoy seeing them win the World Series, as they have had a good team for a number of years, they got rid of their boneheaded General Manager, and they dumped their two players whom I didn't much care for (Ken Griffey and Randy Johnson, both of whom accepted big contracts elsewhere and are now sitting at home watching the M's play games that mean something; it's especially satisfying in Griffey's case, since he held the M's hostage until he got his way, the big crybaby).

Onwards to the League Championships!

I went and worked out this afternoon, and had a good time doing so. I've been losing weight pretty effectively lately, and I now weigh less than I have at any time in the last two years (since I bought a scale). Oh, okay: I weigh about 224, down 13 pounds from my high weight when I started working out. But I'm thinner than that, since I added weight by putting on muscle while slimming down last year; I had to buy a whole new belt, which proves it.

For context, my target weight is about 200 pounds. The least I've weighed in my adult life is 175, but probably with this muscle I'm putting on, getting down to that weight is probably unrealistic. I know people in good shape with my height and roughly my build who weigh 200 or more, so 200 seems like an entirely reasonable goal.

It's been a lot of work, but I seem to have found a workout regime which I can do regularly and which is effective. What more can you ask for?

I did a little shopping, too, and for instance picked up a cheap portable radio specifically so I could take it to the park and listen to the game. I went to Shoreline Park in Mountain View, which I've only been to once before, and then only briefly. (I'd wanted to take Adrienne there on our second date, but it was closed at the time.) A lot of it was brown and a bit dreary, but the space around the lake was green and had many people walking around, and was pleasant.

So I plopped myself in my little chair and finished Sean McMullen's Souls in the Great Machine, which turned out to be quite good and satisfying, even if there were some elements of it that didn't entirely make sense. It's a complicated novel with many characters and many rough and raw emotions; quite good, if sometimes hard to keep going through since it's to dark.

It was windy and a bit chilly, but I had a good time sitting around. I had Thai food in downtown Mountain View for dinner, and then came home to watch the A's finish losing to the Yorkies.

Oh, and I got mail from Rebekah saying (jokingly) that she couldn't believe I used the word "horny" in yesterday's entry! Hah.