I am finally reunited with a bicycle! I paid $50 for a sturdy Shimano orangey-red mountain bike off some guy moving to Kentucky soon. The brakes were shit so I took it to a bike shop and they fixed everything for FREE! Now I can pedal to my heart’s content and explore Vancouver.
Biking around Richmond is nothing short of suicidal though. The city was all farmland about 15 years ago but now it’s all wealthy Asian super-suburbia with 12-lane intersections and mega-malls every two blocks apart. The bike lanes here aren’t bad at all, but frankly, nobody uses them.
At any rate, I feel liberated. Ride bikes people.
The Conversion Factor
I spent most of this evening trying to do a unit conversion to figure out the discharge of a stream based on dilution gauging. Boring stuff, really. Turns out there wasn’t really an explicit mathematical relationship between the two.
When it’s late at night, my muse meanders and associates itself with academic-related memories. In other words, this is prime time for the creation of nerdy wisdom or puns.
I’ve been thinking lately about what’s the best way for me to measure my improvement as a person more tangibly.
I need some SI units for: confidence, self-esteem, discipline, friendship, patience, responsibility, happiness, tolerance, and love.
‘Love’ is a tricky one. Maybe I’ll treat that one as a coefficient, and multiply it to everything I do.
