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Friday Mar 2, 2007 #
Event: BOK/US Team Umstead 007
Bicycling 1:00:00 [2]
Work - Arlington - Harvard Square - work - home.
I looked at this as an opportunity to test the gear. It's wild outside, lots of rain and wind, and cold.
New panier with built-in fluorescent yellow raincover: aces!
Winter pants over long undies got soaked but I'm warm.
Merrells went about 20 min before getting completely soaked.
Couldn't find my 2nd water-resistant mitten so went with the black fleece gloves, which got soaked but were better than nothing.
Raincoat passed the test.
Bike gears seem to get slightly loose, reminiscent of how your joints behave when you're pregnant.
Brakes were fine.
I looked at this as an opportunity to test the gear. It's wild outside, lots of rain and wind, and cold.
New panier with built-in fluorescent yellow raincover: aces!
Winter pants over long undies got soaked but I'm warm.
Merrells went about 20 min before getting completely soaked.
Couldn't find my 2nd water-resistant mitten so went with the black fleece gloves, which got soaked but were better than nothing.
Raincoat passed the test.
Bike gears seem to get slightly loose, reminiscent of how your joints behave when you're pregnant.
Brakes were fine.
Yoga 10:00 [3]
Airport yoga.
aBcdef. Plane was late.
My airplane reading was interesting.
There was another surprising name-sighting of someone whom I know personally, and who I'd never imagine would show up in the pages of in Runner's World. Last month it was singer-songwriter Josh Ritter. This time it is Christof Koch, the Caltech professor from whom I took a course on neural modeling in Wood's Hole. The end-of-course party was very wild; I remember stopping by the lighthouse on the way back from the liquor store to admire the moon and drink some Jack Daniels (not the running coach) with the other course professor, and everyone heading to the beach and skinny dipping - the water glowed green fluorescent when you moved through it - and Christof himself behaving, well, I won't get into that, and, well, you get the idea. That was a very very long time ago.
And then I opened the New Yorker, and there was a hugely long and luscious article all about Greta, a.k.a. Spider Woman (both the name of the article and my own nickname for her), ex-girlfriend of my Tucson evolutionary structural biologist friend Matt!!! She's famous! It talked about her going into L.A. basements in search of brown recluse spiders, which she milks for their venom. Then she analyzes the constituents of the venom, and figures out the evolutionary history of the proteins, and develops antidotes, and generally qualifies as one of my scientific heroines. The article got a little bit into her life (raised by creationist parents, married & was the good conservative christian housewife until she went on a three-month spider-behavior-logging trip into the jungle and when she came home her husband told her he was in love with another woman, and she's grateful because that ultimately allowed her to go off and become, well, Spider Woman), and I began to wonder if I was going to see mention of Matt himself, but no. It's a really interesting article; I recommend it, although it doesn't seem to be available online (yet?).
aBcdef. Plane was late.
My airplane reading was interesting.
There was another surprising name-sighting of someone whom I know personally, and who I'd never imagine would show up in the pages of in Runner's World. Last month it was singer-songwriter Josh Ritter. This time it is Christof Koch, the Caltech professor from whom I took a course on neural modeling in Wood's Hole. The end-of-course party was very wild; I remember stopping by the lighthouse on the way back from the liquor store to admire the moon and drink some Jack Daniels (not the running coach) with the other course professor, and everyone heading to the beach and skinny dipping - the water glowed green fluorescent when you moved through it - and Christof himself behaving, well, I won't get into that, and, well, you get the idea. That was a very very long time ago.
And then I opened the New Yorker, and there was a hugely long and luscious article all about Greta, a.k.a. Spider Woman (both the name of the article and my own nickname for her), ex-girlfriend of my Tucson evolutionary structural biologist friend Matt!!! She's famous! It talked about her going into L.A. basements in search of brown recluse spiders, which she milks for their venom. Then she analyzes the constituents of the venom, and figures out the evolutionary history of the proteins, and develops antidotes, and generally qualifies as one of my scientific heroines. The article got a little bit into her life (raised by creationist parents, married & was the good conservative christian housewife until she went on a three-month spider-behavior-logging trip into the jungle and when she came home her husband told her he was in love with another woman, and she's grateful because that ultimately allowed her to go off and become, well, Spider Woman), and I began to wonder if I was going to see mention of Matt himself, but no. It's a really interesting article; I recommend it, although it doesn't seem to be available online (yet?).