Stephen Thrasher, Comet Smasher

My life and hard times

Monday, November 27, 2006 by Stephen

I went to the gym after work today. I didn't feel like going because it was dark and raining and I was on a bicycle, but I have more energy now that I went. Ever since my thesis, I haven't been going to the gym, though I went for a solid year before that. The marathon did a number on my knees in April, which started the end of my gym-going.

I saw an article a month ago saying that cherry juice decreases soreness from muscle-damaging activities like going to the gym. So I picked up some unsweetened, organic cherry juice, the only kind available, despite expense, and then I didn't go to the gym but once for three weeks (MA motorcycle permit = home before dark). I was saving it for when I did go back, but I discovered that granola and cherry juice is a rather good combination one day when I ran out of milk, so it's almost gone now.

The woman behind me at lunch today looked at my bill and exclaimed that $7.50 was too much for lunch. Then she got a cappuccino from the Starbucks stand. My rationale for not bringing lunch: coworkers don't do it, and I want to eat with them when they go out; I save money from other ways, like not having a car (not as true anymore, with the motorcycle); I don't get to store that often to buy food (no car). I'm sure I could overcome these, but I've become so accustomed to the ease of eating out.

When my neighbor turns his mindless bass-heavy music up so that I can't think, should I pound on his wall or go and ask him to stop? Positive side: I now know the chords to "The Reason is You" by Hoobastank.

I spent Thanksgiving in Florida with grandparents, dad, younger bro, older bro and fam, Rachel, and Aunt Debbie the paramedic/deputy. It was the first time I saw the grandparents' yard since hurricane Ivan, and it was pretty barren. It was also the first time I had the privilege to be around kids for an extended period of time, and I don't know if I'm patient enough for it. When it was obvious that I had trouble with the constant testing of everyone's patience, my relatives shared horror stories about my early days.

The Thanksgiving flights had filled up early, and the remaining ones were expensive, so I hitched a ride back to Houston with my boss. The hotel was cheaper than the return ticket, especially considering Thanksgiving prices. We're both taking an astrodynamics class, and we worked on homework during the ride. The final project is to find a four-burn orbit to tour the four outer planets (which doesn't include Pluto).

My license with motorcycle endorsement is on its way to my Massachusetts address. When I get it, I can ride at night. Then, to solve the grocery problem, I could make a motorcycle trunk out of a Rubbermaid container.


At Nov 28, 2006, 3:33:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I once met a rank unbeliever who claimed that he didn't consider any man a real man until he'd had kids.

As for lunch, I agree. I budget per month how much to spend on eating out and eat in when I don't have money. There's this book that I haven't read: I believe the premise - some of the best ideas I come up with happen over lunch when I'm forced to not do "real" work.


At Nov 28, 2006, 5:28:00 PM, Anonymous Sarah said...


At Nov 29, 2006, 9:06:00 AM, Blogger stephen said...

What's wow? Motorcycle trunk?

At Nov 29, 2006, 2:48:00 PM, Anonymous Sarah said...

Sorry, that was cryptic! Mostly the comment from Jimmy about kids.

At Nov 30, 2006, 7:30:00 PM, Blogger Jenny said...

So we get no Stephen Thrasher as little kid terror stories?


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