The City Moves Slowly For Some
I went to the gym for the first time in a week and some change. It's been a struggle lately for a host of reasons; I'm dead on my feat from work, I can see daylight when I leave work, I've had to run lots of errands and my iPod broke three weeks ago.
My iPod is my medium of choice for listening to both radio and television news. Amy Goodman, Bill Moyers and some occasional NPR programming fill my ears as I commute to and from work and as I try not to injure myself at the gym.
Without my iPod my eyes wander upwards to the television talking heads glowing from the monitors above the machines my sweat drips on.
Today I walked onto the floor of the gym, spotted a cardio machine to use, glanced above and saw the teletype flashing something along the lines of linking Barak Obama to Louis Farrakhan insinuating there's some sort of relationship between the two.
I turned around, went back into the locker room and stayed in a sauna for a half hour.
My iPod is my medium of choice for listening to both radio and television news. Amy Goodman, Bill Moyers and some occasional NPR programming fill my ears as I commute to and from work and as I try not to injure myself at the gym.
Without my iPod my eyes wander upwards to the television talking heads glowing from the monitors above the machines my sweat drips on.
Today I walked onto the floor of the gym, spotted a cardio machine to use, glanced above and saw the teletype flashing something along the lines of linking Barak Obama to Louis Farrakhan insinuating there's some sort of relationship between the two.
I turned around, went back into the locker room and stayed in a sauna for a half hour.
posted by Runs With Scissors at 10:38 PM
11 comments
