Courtenay Brown

This struck me as odd this morning:This item is called the Women's Boxer Brief. Huh? Women's Boxer Briefs?? Why don't they have a Men's Sports Bra?! Sexist pigs! Just kidding, just kidding, but I still think the boxer brief thing is funny. They look like just a normal pair of spandex to me.

You can find the original article here. I have asked a climate-change biologist friend for his opinion on the article, and I will let you know what he says.And, since it's a bit long I am going to put my question first, in case if you don't get to the bottom. My question is: if this theory is correct, will we as a society and species all band together and work towards a sustainable life, or will we each jump on our own hedonistic I-am-going-to-make-the-most-of-the-last-5-years-of-the-world-and-do-whatever-the-hell-I-want-which-includes-buying-a-Hummer-and-throwing-my-trash-in-the-bay-since-there-will-be-no-such-thing-as-consequences-any-more toboggans and go flying into a crevasse that has no escape? Or is the collective impulse going to be to play ostrich and just ignore even the most obvious signs of ...

My brother Than, calling from Honolulu: Hey Ma, what's up?Sal, at home in Maryland, downstairs in the kitchen: Hi Sweetie! I'm cleaning out the freezers!Than: Um, that's pretty cool.Sal: I'm NOT going grocery shopping until Sarah and I finish all this stuff!Than: Well. You sound busy. I'll let you get back to it.Than hangs up.Than then calls our sister Sarah.Than, still calling from Honolulu: Hey Sarah.Sarah, at home in Maryland in my mom's house, upstairs being 19 and useless: Sup!Than, gleefully: Guess what YOU'RE having for dinner for the next week?Sarah: Uhhh. I dunno, fig bars?Than: Corn and Morel ...

(I would like to preface this whole post by reminding you that I know I am a snot and I know I am difficult, demanding, impatient, etc. That's all. Now you can read.)Sunday was a four-hour-ride day. The weather was picturesque, but blustery. Meaning: headwind no matter which way we turned!So, a warmth-stop at the Peet's Coffee in Danville was definitely needed.I did the ordering for the two of us (i.e. for myself and a friend-who-does-not-really-want-to-be-a-character-in-my-blog, to which I will periodically say "tough luck", today is one of those periodic times). Craving a teeny bit of chocolate in addition to my usual latte, I decided to go out on a limb and ask for ...

Me: Sooo, how's the relationship going?My Anonymous Friend: O.K. Kinda winding down. We basically just watch his Netflix together a couple nights a week.Me: Oh. Well at least you don't have to talk much that way.MAF: Yeah, except his taste in movies is kinda, well, it sucks.Me: Oh.MAF: Last week, he was like "Oh you'll really like this one. It's animated, but it has a really mature story-line."Me: What was it, 'Princess Mononoke'?MAF: NO! It was ICE AGE 2 !!! Me: -speechless-

I got a massage last night. It was awesome, JD is very good at coaxing out whatever knots I have given myself.But for some reason, I say the stupidest things when I am on his massage table...Here is a sampling from last night's session:Me: How are your kitties?JD: They're good.Me: And Jamiel, how is that kitty? (Explanatory Side Note: The cat's name is actually Unit, which is one of our mutual-friend-and-fellow-bike-racer Jamiel Danesh's old nicknames, so I call it Jamiel even though that's not its name)JD: Jamiel's good. Still sucking his own nipple.Me: What?! Jamiel Danesh sucks his own nipple?!JD: No, the cat. ...

So, for those of you who have already forgotten what I did for Christmas: I was visiting my mom, Sal, in Maryland, as were my 19-year old sister Sarah (the useless one)(she is still there by the way, the lucky thing), and my 26-year old brother Than (the sleeper). It was fun. We all gave each other lots of grief and a couple presents, as usual my mom bore the brunt of the teasing but that's because we love her the most...Anyway. Today I get this phone call:Sarah: Hey Court (audible sigh). Sal wants to know if you ate half a fig bar.Me, the Bratty First-Born Child: OMG. That was totally me! I had ...

I have been spending a lot of time on my iTunes lately, time that should probably be spent on cleaning my apartment or organizing more tangible areas of my life than my digital music library... But the appeal of the former over the latter is just far too great.The cool thing is that, in rediscovering music that I owned but had forgotten about, I feel like have acquired a whole bunch of songs without spending a cent. Appropriate for miserly, new-year's-resolutiony, I-spent-to-much-money-on-Christmasy January. (Actually I did not spend too much on Christmas, my family will attest to that! But still...)...

I remembered this story yesterday. When I was 6, and my brother was 4 or 5, my mom got us bug-catching nets. We had a big yard and garden, so there were lots of bugs. We raced to the yard - the gifts were a hit. My brother went looking for frogs, which was silly.I caught a butterfly. Then, not knowing what else I was supposed to do, I stepped on it. Crushed after crushing it, remorse told me that was definitely not what I was supposed to do.I had squished something beautiful and alive, and the damage and death were ...

I have been pushing my luck lately, continuing to train despite a tenacious dry cough and not a few sneezes. As of this morning, mucous has invaded my chest, and I have officially labeled myself "sick". And not in the "tight", "rad", sauntering-around-the-mall-in-jeans-and-a-hoodie kind of sick, dude.Conveniently, this afternoon's forecast calls for rain and 17 mph winds, but since I am "sick" I will be riding inside for only an hour. And THEN, I will take a NAP!!