Soon to be Farmer’s Tanned

Today I went for a bike ride along the Rio Grande river through the Tingley Beach Park here in Albuquerque. It was a lot of fun, I think I did about 30 miles, which would be the farthest I’d ever ridden. I have a feeling I’ll be very sore tomorrow. On the plus side, now I know that the 10 miles to and from work should  be very doable.

Here’s a question I’ve been thinking about. I’d like to think I’m not very materialistic, but I will admit there’s some things I get excited about owning. The main culprits on that list are movies, bicycles, and guns. I own a lot of movies, though I haven’t bought nearly as many recently as I used to, mostly since streaming hi-def movie services are probably going to make practically every movie ever made easily available within the next 5 years or so. I own two bikes now, and I think that’s all I want. We shall see how well that holds up. Guns I’ve always liked, as a kid probably 90 percent of the games I played involved toy guns. I own one now, though there’s about a half dozen others in my head that I’d like to have. I don’t want to be a collector of guns though, that seems creepy to me. That might not make sense, but it’s how I feel. I also have no desire to own any guns that was designed specifically to kill people. Anyway, I’ve decided I’ll only let myself buy guns if I’m at a place in my life that I’d actually use them. So I guess the Marlin 336 and Ruger Hawkeye International will have to wait until I own some land. Do ya’ll have things that just “do it” for you as far as owning them goes?



  1. Liang is biking across the whole country. Beat that. There are really only two things that I get excited about owning recently.

    * MUSIC! I still buy most stuff I like, and actually remember specific times or places when I got albums. For example, I remember the lovely September day when I took a break after a class, went to Best Buy, and purchased Interpol’s “Antics” on the day it came out. I then parked on top of the Northside garage and listened to part of it. Then later that day I had lunch with Shannon Strine and really wanted to talk about it, but she would have no idea of what I speak!

    I don’t know why I remember any of these things, but I can rattle off a story like this for most albums I’ve purchased in a store.

    * SHOES! This started a few months ago, and makes no sense why. I got a lot of critical comments from a girl about my shoes, and agreed with all of them. I always went with the all black Nike shoes that cost about fifty five dollars. They look like rapist shoes.

    I also remember back to an incident that happened in Las Vegas. We were going straight to the special elevator that got you to the roof of the casino, since we were important that night (ie – we paid good money). A girl waiting in the line with the normal folks to go the the top said something to me. I turned around to see who said it, and I saw this tanned girl dressed like a whore, who said something to the effect of, “I don’t know how you’re getting to go up there with *those* shoes on.” I replied, “Well, I’m going up there, and you’re not, so, uh, goodbye.”

    Anyways, I began looking for new shoes recently. Turns out shoes are heavily tied into another thing I love in life: basketball. During lunch at work I would browse Nike’s website and would get excited about all the shoes they had on there. So I got me some Lebron’s! Sixes to be exact! How exciting!

    Turns out though, you can’t keep any of the things you own when you die. : (

    This was probably the most thoughtful comment I’ve ever had on a blog. Congrats!

  2. For me, I get really excited about things for my house–especially unique vintage items that I get at a thrift store. And clothes. Like Daniel, I can remember the when and where and a story for just about all of my favorite pieces. Textiles in particular have a special place in my heart–old embroidered pillow cases, hob-nail chenille bedspreads, vintage dresses, aprons, hand towels, hankerchiefs–they have an ephemeral quality that is precious and beautiful.

    Strangely, I don’t feel as connected or get as excited about things I buy retail–maybe because I am a bit of a reverse-snob and don’t like the idea of other people wearing/having the same things that I do. When I find something in a thrift, even if it is a commercial brand, I feel somehow that I have something special that other people don’t/can’t have.

    The fun thing for me now is shopping for the whole family–I have found Bea’s entire layette at thrift stores, and Evie’s wardrobe is 85% thrifted as well. Even Russ is getting in on the action now, although I am more likely to buy new things for him than anyone else.

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