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Into and out of training

Well, yesterday after work I finally rode my new bike to the train and then from the train back to the house.  I don’t know if it’s because it’s a single gear bike or because of the smaller tires or both, or if some other factors might be involved, but it was a lot of work to ride compared to my other bike.  It’s just five miles from the train station to the house where I live, but I had to get off and walk the bike for a while twice.

Still, it was doable.  This morning, however, I decided to take a slower mode and I walked to the train.  It certainly takes quite a bit longer to walk five miles than to bike, but at least I’m not completely wiped out.  Also, I don’t think I have any new blisters, which is always preferable to the alternative.  I also don’t have any old blisters, just to be clear.  I do have a slight cut on my right outer heel near the Achilles tendon, but I have that nicely protected with one of those big fat Band-Aids.

I love those big fat Band-Aids.

Anyway, I have a slight further walk when I get to my destination, but it’s only about three-quarters of a mile.  Also, I will rest on the train for a while.  And it will be good to have already gotten in some relatively serious exercise at the beginning of the day.  The figurative momentum will probably not last for long, but at least I have a bit for the moment.

I tried very hard to force myself to do something yesterday, so I got out my office guitar and strummed and sang Nothing Compares 2 U , recording it with two different devices, then merged them into a single Audacity file (though I have not merged the tracks, just aligned them to play simultaneously).  I had to do a lot of background noise reduction, and that made the sound a little dead, but I can try to tweak it a bit.  If it becomes anything worth hearing, I may share it here.

I used to have a pretty decent USB condenser mic, and sound recording was better with that, but I threw it away when we were getting ready to move office a while back.  I hadn’t used it in a long time, and also, I more than half intended to die around that time, so I didn’t see the point in keeping it.  I threw away some other things then, and “gave” my black Strat to my boss, and really was not excited about keeping much of anything.  It just goes to show you, I guess‒though I’m not sure what it just goes to show.

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I’m on the train now.  As I suspected would be the case, this car is quite chilly, but I brought a second shirt to put on over the sweaty one (and I have done so) so I don’t get too cold.  We’re currently sitting at the station while, apparently, they deal with an “unruly passenger”.

I don’t blame this on the fact that I’m on a later train than usual‒that would be ridiculous.  It’s the sort of thing that can happen at any time, given how utterly pathetic so many humans are.  Honestly, I wish that I (or someone) had the power Michael had in Stranger in a Strange Land, just to send people sideways in spacetime, or whatever he did, so we could just make such unruly passengers go away if they refused to stop being unruly and/or to exit the train.  Maybe that might seem a bit extreme, but it was, according to the book, a painless cessation of existence.

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Okay, well…now we just got started moving and suddenly the train stopped and the lights and everything all went out.  I wonder if the unruly passenger had some supernatural powers that he (I consider a male to be more likely to be unruly in such cases) used to get his vengeance.  I know, that’s not what happened.  But at least it would be more interesting that this merely being a case of incompetent maintenance of equipment.

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And the train is dead, and the following train is now stuck on the tracks approaching the station, so I’m getting an Uber to work.  It was that or go back to the house, but honestly, I’m no more comfortable there than at the office.  I might as well be productive.  At least I’m not stuck, like the people on the following train.

If I were inclined toward magical thinking, I might imagine that “the universe is sending me a message not to walk to the train in the morning” but that is, of course, stupid.  The only message the universe is sending (and it’s by no means sending that message to me specifically) is that sometimes things break down, largely because of the second law of thermodynamics, and they don’t do so with regards to anyone’s convenience.  

To be fair, though, my Uber driver was a very lovely and pleasant lady, and though traffic was pretty bad, when we were getting off the freeway, I saw a rainbow.  So there are pleasant surprises as well.

Anyway, that’s enough for now.  I know this has probably been terribly boring, even though there is misfortune involved.  I guess that’s necessary but not sufficient to make for a gripping tale.

I hope you all (or y’all if you prefer) are having a more convenient day so far than I am, and that you continue to do so.

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North is south and south is north and never the trains shall meet

It’s Monday morning again, against almost everyone’s better judgement.  I’m sitting at the train station, but I’m not entirely sure that I’m on the correct side to board my train.  They’re playing an automated announcement that the northbound train is boarding on the track 1 platform and the southbound train is boarding on the track 2 platform—which is switching the normal sides—but it’s not saying the specific train numbers that are switching, which it usually does.  I’m going to have to pay some attention to any changes in these announcements, but I’m currently waiting on the normally southbound side.

It’s very annoying to have to deal with these seemingly pointless incongruities and alterations so early on a Monday morning.  I don’t feel at all rested from the weekend; I feel physically very tired, as well as mentally and emotionally so.

It would be nice if the Tri-Rail people could just make it clear if there’s going to be an ongoing pattern of switching sides in the morning for a while.  It would be particularly nice if they could tell us what the reason for it is.  That way we might even be able to estimate how long it’s going to keep happening and so not have to keep switching from one side to the other, ourselves.

It’s also an interesting fact to note that on the way back in the evening, the southbound train on which I ride at that time has been arriving on its usual side, so the switching is not continuing on into the evening at least.

I don’t know why they’re doing this.  Possibly if I knew more about their train system’s workings and whatnot I might be able to come up with some reasonable hypotheses, but alas, I don’t know enough to make a good guess.  As it is, it feels like some peculiar, train-related psychological experiment.

I’m going to try to keep these blog posts relatively short if I can—really aiming to keep them down to the 800-ish word count, which is my usual starting goal, but which I usually pass by 200 to 400 words on any given day.  I want to try to preserve the extra time and energy I’ll need to do a little fiction writing every (work) day.  Maybe I should set a new goal of 700 words.

I did do some writing on Extra Body on Saturday—probably slightly less than a full page, since I wrote until I got to the next page as my target, and I was about a half page in, but the story is already just shy of 3600 words long.  As is usually the case, though it took significant mental effort to get going at first, by the time I was almost to where I ended up stopping I felt like I didn’t want to stop.

I’ve been resisting the urge to keep writing, though, because I’m trying to make the limited writing per day work for me to keep from getting carried away and writing too long a story.  Paradox City was meant to be a “short story” and was handwritten in its first draft, but it was nevertheless something like 40,000+ words long.  I don’t recall the exact length, but it’s not what would usually be called a short story; certainly it’s not the kind that might have been published in a magazine in the old days.  But it’s not really quite long enough to be considered a novella.

I don’t know why I’m worried about that notion, though.  I don’t know for sure that shorter stories are better or worse.  I just know that, if I want to keep writing this blog, I can’t write as much per day on fiction as I used to write, since the blog takes up most of the time I would otherwise dedicate to fiction.  And this blog is really my only regular manner of interacting with people in the outside world, apart from those at work.  But work is noisy and lots of the things there don’t make sense and just make me feel uncomfortable, especially during the day when the “music” is turned up so loud.

I don’t know what I’m going to do about any or all of this.  I don’t know why I should do anything at all, ever again.  Probably I shouldn’t.

Oh, by the way, the southbound train just arrived on its usual side, so a bunch of people had to switch.  And on the northbound side—to which I have switched back—I can see the green signal for northbound train traffic, so it seems that the plan is for the northbound train to arrive here.  Apparently that announcement was just an automatic announcement that was left running from before.

It would make me feel a bit better if I knew at least that someone in the Tri-Rail system was embarrassed and chagrined because they realized they had dropped the ball on this issue, and that they resolved to do better from now on.  However, I am by no means convinced that there is such a person.

Meanwhile, the tracker system online for the train doesn’t even show that my expected train exists, let alone which track it’s going to be using.  It’s all very frustrating.  Everything is frustrating, and there seems no reason to bother with any of it.  If I had some goal or joy in my life, I’m sure I could tolerate and even laugh about all these things; goodness knows I’ve done so in the past.  But when there’s no compensatory purpose or plan or hope for the future, all the little annoyances just wear me down.

My train is still not appearing on the tracker, but the next 2 ones are, and my train is already due to have arrived, but it’s not here.  I think I’m going to give up on all this soon.  It’s just the beginning of the week, and I’m already exhausted.

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[P.S.  My train did arrive on its appropriate side, and only about five minutes late, but it still doesn’t show up on the tracker, even as I’m riding it.  How mysterious!  Maybe I should write a story about a train that doesn’t show up on a tracker because it’s not really a normal train, but some trans-dimensional or spirit train or something.  I don’t know.  I’m sure that’s been done.]