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25 January 2007 @ 09:48 am
Christ, three posts on politics in the last three days. Can we PLEASE get off this topic for the time being? Short answer, yes, but first let me just leave a quote from Nebraskan Republican Senator Chuck Hagel and I'll stop:

"There is no strategy. This is a ping-pong game with American lives," Hagel told fellow members of the Senate foreign relations committee. "These young men and women that we put in Anbar province, in Iraq, in Baghdad are not beans. They're real lives. And we better be damn sure we know what we're doing - all of us - before we put 22,000 more Americans into that grinder."

I've found an interim solution on the running front; you're not gonna like it, but it's allowed me to run on back-to-back days for the first time since I strained my achilles. Flat-footed running. I'm not proud! I'm not proud of what I'm doing. It's blasphemy. It's poor form! I prefer running on the balls of my feet because it causes less strain on my joints (knees mostly) and it builds up strength in my calves. But, what's doing the most damage to my achilles tendon right now is when I use it to its fullest range-of-motion potential. By eliminating that up-and-down movement with my ankle, I'm hoping the tendon will heal properly. Because, when it's sore, it feels like it's completely disconnected (not severed horizontally in two pieces, but disconnected vertically from the joint, still in one piece), almost like it's being stretched in two directions at once like taffy.

And, I'll have at least the next four days to let this badboy heal, because Konstantin's coming to visit. I took tomorrow off and Monday off, so we're gonna fuck some shit up New York Style. Here's what my schedule's looking like:

Tonight I get off of work at my regularly scheduled time. Go home. Eat one final bowl of that gruel I boiled the other day before throwing the whole fucking pot out. Bring a book and my iPod and leave my apartment around 8pm or so. Get to the previously determined meeting point off of the A-line by 9pm. Kon's flight gets in around that time, wait for his call. While I'm waiting, return phone calls received from the last couple days. Take Kon back to apartment to drop off his shit, exchange greetings with the roommates, get the fuck out of there and go to White Castle. Buy Crave Case and whatever else Kon thinks we should be able to eat in one sitting, take it back to the apartment. Eat a shitload, collapse in a heap, set up cot for Kon to sleep on. Not going out tonight, but gonna do the town proper tomorrow and beyond.

All I know for sure is we're going to Brighton Beach, in which resides a prominent Russian community. In broad daylight. With plenty of witnesses. At any moment, I may have to renounce my allegiance to the United States in favor of Mother Russia. Just in case, I better bring along a snifter of vodka.

After that, we've got nothing but possibilities. We could go down to Park Slope, which is this happening area of Brooklyn. We could check out the Black Sheep for maybe AH beer. I'm thinking Jimmy's Corner Bar needs to be shared with as many people as possible. And then, of course, there's the Seinfeld Landmarks Tour.

Tom's Diner - at the corner of Broadway and 112th Street (we better do this either on Friday or Monday, because I imagine the weekends are madhouses)

Soup Kitchen - located on 55th street near the corner of Eighth Avenue (apparently, the damn thing doesn't serve soup or anything else anymore, but we can always get a picture)

The Kenny Kramer Tour - costs $37.50, leaves at noon on Saturdays and Sundays, and you get a lunch of Kramer's own pizza (it's not delivery ... man, I don't know if I actually want to meet the guy Cosmo Kramer was based on)

Mendy's Restaurant - so, there looks to be multiple locations ... I think it's high time I cashed in on the full meal Kon owes me

Man, it's gonna be nothing but pizza and vendor hot dogs and White Castle for four straight days! You can't beat it!