Sailing the Man-Made Seas

So I sort of disappeared this week. My biking partner crapped out on me for the 100 miles, so I'm reworking my cycling schedule to three or four days a week. But while he did crap out on me for biking, he brought up a new activity. He found a sailing club through the school, contacted the president, found their schedule, and set it up to where we (me, my friend K, and his roommate S) all drove to White Rock and sailed. It was stinking windy.
Luckily, none of the three of us tipped over.

There were five two-man boats, and a motor boat to assist in pulling the boats back upright in case they tipped. However there was an odd number of people, so one person had to sit out. I started out sailing with a fairly experience SMU-grad, and traded out with S to sit on the rescue boat and make sure everyone was alright. When it came time to trade, I was supposed to switch with K, but I figured since he was the one who dragged us all out here, I'd just go ahead and let him go.
It did give me the opportunity to learn how to flip sail boats back over (one poor couple tipped twice), and the hour that I had on the sail boat itself was rather fun. K wants to go back, and this club sails on Wednesdays and Sundays. So we'll see how long his interest keeps with this. He managed to get five weeks on the bike before he got tired of it, so I give it a good five weeks.
Either way, jumping from one side of a small ship to another, and trying to counterweight the boat into not tipping over is one heck of a ride (especially when you do that by leaning your entire body over the side and hoping that your feet don't slip out from under the straps on the bottom of the boat).

And seeing as I still have a year left at SMU, I might as well take full advantage of whatever opportunities are available through the clubs. When it doesn't interfere with my studies.
Was very nice to spend an afternoon on the lake, worrying about whether or not a boat was going to fall over on top of me, instead of worrying about the Cobb-Douglas production function.

My presentation in Labor went alright, but it chopped into a full week and a half of not working on the MA paper. Once I get the referee report done I'm getting back to that. My applications for UT and Texas A&M are pretty much in except for the rec letters, the essay, transcripts, and GRE scores. On tap to finish this week are Colorado, Maryland, and Washington.

Going to Boston to see the Ardilla on the fifth. I must brag a little. I had a stroke of genius for our one year. The week before our first kiss, we spent nearly every night together: talking, walking around campus, doing random things, and just getting to know each other. It was one of the best weeks of my life. So I sent her three gifts over the week: a fruit and cheese basket (hey, she likes to munch), a bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear, and a bouquet of roses. Luckily for me, the last gift arrived at the same time a care-package for her arrived, and she got a loan problem worked out. Great day for her.
Well, I thought I was doing something sweet and romantic. Then she writes this knock out poem for me, and posts it on her blog. So I'm biased. But its wonderful. The form, the content... it's a real treat. I can only hope that my gift made her feel half as good as I do reading that poem.

My sister moved back to KC this past week, and I'm happy about that. Just having more family close by (closer than MA and WA anyway) is a good feeling.

Other than that I've been in the basement, or in the apartment reading.. writing... working... missing the squirrel.

In the words of Vonnegut: "So it goes."