Random Sunday morning stuff.

One of my friends is doing a challenge called the "Walk to Rivendell." Great idea, but after discovering in 2002 that I have outgrown the literary stylings of the densely incomprehensible and meandering J.R.R. Tolkein, not a goal that I am particularly drawn to.
Hm. At 2 miles a day, 5 times a week since 5/15/06, I've probably walked 700 miles (I've knocked a nice round  50 miles off to cover days when real life, weather and other factors may have made me miss my walks.)  On the flat at sea level, I clock about a 14 minute mile very comfortably.

Anyway, I got a little curious about real-world places that 700 miles could've taken me.

The El Camino Real between Mission San Diego and Mission San Francisco de Solano (Sonoma) is only 600 miles.

The Tousando (eastern inland road) 331 miles.
The Tokaido (eastern costal road) 310 miles.

Distance from Carthage to Rome: approximately 300 miles.
Distance from Atlanta to Savannah: approximately 250 miles. (In honor of Gone With The Wind being on TCM last night.)

President Bush's xenophobic border fence is supposed to be 700 miles long.

From my doorstep to Portland, Oregon: 632 miles.
From my doorstep to Salt Lake City: 734 miles.
From my doorstep to the site of Estrella Wars in Florence,  Arizona: 800 miles.
From my doorstep to the house I grew up in, in Teaneck, NJ: 2902 miles.

This is me, not moping, OK?

Laundry is done. Living room and kitchen are in much better order than they were Friday.

Spent the afternoon at a demo for the grand opening of a gaming store up in Concord - and ended up feeling superfluous and in the way. I set up two stools to lay instruments on and stuff in a spot where I wouldn't be in the way of some big guy who needed to get to his armor dump - and suddenly there was Rat with a bigass table and all this calligraphy stuff plopped down between my and any prospective audience I might have.

The new media policy lecture made me cringe. I'm all for not calling modern things mundane and I don't have a problem with not acting like a bunch of weirdos, but there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with the word "medieval." It is a legitimate word. It doesn't have anything to do with "evil." Jesu Cristes Milde Moder wept!

At least the local radio station booth didn't hook up their receiver to speakers. I could actually hear myself play over them.

Besides, the gamer boys just want to geek at the chicks in low cut Germans and the guys in armor bashing each other with sticks.