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August 16th, 2003 by

i was reading some book the other morning, and a sentence in it just made me desperate to be outside, and even just a little bit away.

so i took the commuter rail to gloucester.

got off the train, and said “well, the ocean is this way” and walked. did in fact find the ocean, and saw some kids playing on a structure with a big “do not climb” sign painted on. then found the visitor’s center, and grabbed a couple of maps. these maps showed me where dogtown commons were, which is where there used to be some houses way back in the day (it is mentioned in the MA amc guide). it seemed like the best way to find it was to more or less follow the train tracks north. i proceeded to do so, in best patented “weaving back and forth in the streets around the tracks” way, until this method failed.

so i committed municipal trespass and walked along the train grade for a while. right at the bit where you got in by the street there was a plethora of the small alcohol bottles (airline size), like many tens, and possibly hundreds. kept walking, and noted a couple of overpasses that i didn’t feel like walking under for some reason, so i clambered up the rocks by the side of the tracks before they became a real cliff, and walked until i got to the highway. noted the presence of a large fence, went back one overpass worth of length.

walked along the road, still angling towards this dogtown area. never did (quite) find it, but did instead find the babson reservoir which is surrounded by public lands around it. walked a bit, sat and read a bit, then delved into the wooded area along one side (had i managed to walk to the other end, i would have been in dogtown).

so, i walked along the edge of the reservoir (by the way, trails are great great amazing things. i hate bushwhacking). there were some people drinking and swimming, so i ended up on a trail a little father away from the shore in an effort to avoid them (no, not certain why). anyway, where did this trail lead? right back to the traintracks right past the underpass i didn’t want to walk under.

so i walked back the traintracks back to the place where i first got on them, and then on the streets back to the commuter rail.

getting away was good.

still debating whether or not it was worth the giant screaming piles of mosquito bites my legs (and arms. and bellybutton. and forehead. why do they like me so much??) have become. i have giant swollen lumps of unpleasant sprouting out every which way.

but yeah, i think that was good.

Edited to add:

annabarr: Gloucester - August 14, 2003 &emdash; cages

August 16th, 2003 by

karate has been mostly it.

i went to an aikido class. in the small rolls at the beginning, i managed to catch my toes and pull them up very badly. this hurt quite a lot, but i went through the class nonetheless. it hurt more the next day. talking to my mom that day, i found out i still had health insurance, so i went to the hospital and spent 2 hours and whatnot getting xrays taken. fortunately, nothing broken.
but i have some nice bruising, which is always such a joy when you know it is all due to internal bleeding.

but karate is good. *sigh* just one more on the long list of things i will miss (even if i keep up with it, it won’t be the same – one more reason i should have applied to berkeley, eh? to work out there….. ah, the “important” reasons)

steve from our karate club just moved to miami. a bunch of us went to lunch in a somewhat-more-chinese-than-normal place in chinatown where they all knew him. while i couldn’t say i knew him well, i certainly knew him, i don’t know, personally.

well, yeah

August 6th, 2003 by

i’ve been incredibly lame about working out and/or doing anything outside lately.

which, surprisingly enough, means that all i’ve been doing has been going to karate three time a week. good shit. yesterday was just me and steve (dave was originally there, but one of his bunnies has died :{ ) anyway, steve is moving to florida, and i’m obviously going to california, so we had the interesting interlude of getting the discussion of “what do we do with our training now?”. also, given that there were just the two of us, and we are both sort of intermediate ranks, we basically spend the whole class working slowly through wansu kata. good shit. in other news, dave glasser has come to a couple of classes, which is keen, but i’m finding the namespace overlap to be entertaining. apparently there were two peters back in the day, but i wasn’t around for that.

i guess i did go sailing once. but due to the oddity of the scheduling that day, i actually ended up taking *2* phone calls while out in the tech dinghy. “oh well”