Lack of Blogging, No Lack of Biking

Can be blamed on many things – mostly Book and School.  I’ve been doing plenty else,  or what passes for plenty else in law school (like watching a movie instead of reading over my outlines – whooo; rebel life!) but sometime the blogging just falls by the wayside. 

Today I went for the most gorgeous ride of the year, down Rock Creek, over the Key Bridge, through and past Alexandria and back; 37 miles, many small stops.  It's certainly full spring here in DC, and my $9 digi-spy cam is a great thing to have bouncing about in my pack; however if I stopped to take pictures of Rock Creek, the Georgetown Canal, the Potomac, the various important buildings and monuments. . .well, I wouldn't be at home blogging.  Why didn't I do that?  It sounds much nicer.  I did manage a quick shot of the Navy Marine Memorial.  Oh well.  While I was in Alex, I saw one of our former clients relaxing in the park, enjoying his sweet liberty. 

I also saw a rather exciting car accident, or rather, the immediate aftermath.  I looked up toward the “crunching metal” sound and saw a Cadillac Schoolbus SUV roll back from the rear end of a short commercial bus (one of those airport services I think) which had slowed down to take a right; the woman looked shocked and angry and had a cell-phone clenched in her hand.  The accident had taken place on a corner, and traffic could have continued in every direction except for the one lane the bus was in.  Someone immediately got out and started harassing the bus driver, shouting for him to move the bus; apparently it was too much trouble for that guy to take a left and drive around the block that was temporarily cut off by the bus.  I stayed to watch them all yell at each other for a bit, but when the angry driver got back into his car to drive around the block that was temporarily cut off by the bus, I left also.  Here’s a question – you’ve just rear ended someone at a good rate of speed, crushing the left front corner of your car and the right rear quarter of their vehicle; what gain can there be from being verbally abusive to (and thus completely pissing off) the driver of the car you hit.

As I rode I tried to review the federal rules of evidence in my head.  Often I can keep a running narrative going, compose poems, or chew over problems as I ride.  It’s, erm, sort of a half-thought process, which has certain advantages.  However today I kept blanking out.  I couldn’t concentrate on the FREs for more than 30 seconds at a time before becoming distracted and losing my train of thought.  I felt like that fish in Finding Nemo.  So, let’s assume I’d like to introduce a statement made by an unavailable third party to another unavailable third party. . .nice tree.  So, evidence.  I have a newspaper clipping that’s 10 years old but was an editorial. . .ooh, clouds. 

Now, firmly convinced I have some kind of braindamage that manifests itself on 80 degree perfect days, I’m going to try to bake a tuna thing.  This will be jazz cooking at it’s best.  I have no idea what the hell will be in that pan, but there will be little or no fat, lots of tuna, and some other oven-loving odds and ends. 

Post ride munchies are the worst.