Why women wear short skirts, reason #57
Aug. 1st, 2004 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonThe weekend started out with catcalls and confusion. Friday I apparently had sex appeal rolling off me in visible waves, because I got catcalls, gestures, yells, that kind of thing four times between home and MIT, where I was going to see HLM play in a concert. I was wearing pants (somewhat shiny, it's true, but not tight), a black t-shirt, and Tevas with socks. I was so baffled I kept looking down to make sure I wasn't accidentally wandering around in a catwoman suit or something. But I wasn't. Say what? Then the next day I wore my shortest skirt and a little red shirt, figuring I'd at least know what any fuss was about, and got nuthin' from anyone. Confused again. Who cares. *rolleyes*
However, that hasn't stopped me from doing lots of thinking... meta-thinking even. :) In a nutshell, I'm annoyed that I've been so half-assed about keeping my mind active in the last year or so, where "active" basically means "challenged." I've been doing a fair bit of learning new stuff for the job, plus getting back into reading for the Java certification test over the weekend... and you know what, I like it. I've also been doing a LOT of getting sucked into fun but ultimately fluffy books that, I have to admit, have sort of been wasting my time. Not that reading is ever the worst way to spend time, mind you, and I found my last SF book had a pretty inspiring character in it, but... I actually want to get back into some nonfiction and classics, I think. I especially want to get back into the stuff that makes me think logically, like my huge Martin Gardner book I've only read bits and pieces of (though in my defense, I read almost all his stuff in high school).
Ah well. I was good this weekend: sparring, weights, about 40 pages of the Java book plus a self test, got caught up on email and the house is clean. Plus I made muffins. It helped quite a bit that I got ditched for outlet shopping this morning... my friends suck, yes, but it's an ill wind that blows nobody more free time.
Oh--I'm sending Married Friend a link to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
polyamory. If he's gonna daydream, he may as well have a more realistic view of the whole thing. Mean, I know, but let's remember I don't want him daydreaming. It's not my right to not be thought about, but it's well within my powers to squelch a few of the stupider (and probably more fun) thoughts, and well beyond the reach of my kindness to resist doing it. :p
However, that hasn't stopped me from doing lots of thinking... meta-thinking even. :) In a nutshell, I'm annoyed that I've been so half-assed about keeping my mind active in the last year or so, where "active" basically means "challenged." I've been doing a fair bit of learning new stuff for the job, plus getting back into reading for the Java certification test over the weekend... and you know what, I like it. I've also been doing a LOT of getting sucked into fun but ultimately fluffy books that, I have to admit, have sort of been wasting my time. Not that reading is ever the worst way to spend time, mind you, and I found my last SF book had a pretty inspiring character in it, but... I actually want to get back into some nonfiction and classics, I think. I especially want to get back into the stuff that makes me think logically, like my huge Martin Gardner book I've only read bits and pieces of (though in my defense, I read almost all his stuff in high school).
Ah well. I was good this weekend: sparring, weights, about 40 pages of the Java book plus a self test, got caught up on email and the house is clean. Plus I made muffins. It helped quite a bit that I got ditched for outlet shopping this morning... my friends suck, yes, but it's an ill wind that blows nobody more free time.
Oh--I'm sending Married Friend a link to
polyamory. If he's gonna daydream, he may as well have a more realistic view of the whole thing. Mean, I know, but let's remember I don't want him daydreaming. It's not my right to not be thought about, but it's well within my powers to squelch a few of the stupider (and probably more fun) thoughts, and well beyond the reach of my kindness to resist doing it. :p
