Earlier today. I utterly loathe the M25 (technically A282, but same difference)
This ain’t no upwardly mobile freeway. Oh no, this is the road to hell.
(Turns out that hell is actually in Thurrock. Who knew?)
The problem I have going faster is it all has to be technique. My poor 49 year old heart won’t actually go any faster. Graph below shows the speedrun ringed where my heart went to 175bpm for 8 minutes and stayed there.
I did feel while I was up there that my muscles simply couldn’t get the power they wanted. Maybe I can go faster in winter when heat dissipation is easier.
We now have two inflatable SUPs, an 11 foot model and a 10 foot model, and for the first time, @Sylvia Knight and I went out on the sea together. It was a beautiful calm day; the Atlantic was being very benign with a smooth sea state, crystal clear water. Saw loads of fish and you get s really good view from up there on the SUP.
I really like the smaller of the two boats. It’s sporty and moves with the swell, giving a very dynamic feel. Looking forward to doing a lot more of this!
Same post on Friendica and Bluesky. Any questions?
Come to twitter! It’s got:- Pretend API!
- Shouty racist!
- Presidential campaign lau%..$£NO CARRIER
- Wonder where your friends went!
- Flat Earth!
In the book, 1984, the true sign of loyalty to The Party is that you believe what they tell you over the evidence of your own senses.
This is exemplified when Winston is being “re-educated” in the Ministry of Love by O’Brien. In a scene reprised in Star Trek: TNG, O’Brien shines four lights at Winston but wants him to believe there are actually five.
Eventually Winston genuinely believes there are five, and so is ready to go to Room 101 to complete his love of Big Brother.
And so it is with Brexit Britain: true believers are required to genuinely believe that a clearly and obviously black piece of paper is, in fact, blue.
Only Brexit Britain can’t afford a Ministry of Love, so adherents have to brainwash themselves on the cheap.
Took the SUP out into the sea proper today. Second time and I felt a lot more comfortable with the swell. Still swam unintentionally though.
But I was stable enough to get this picture of @Sylvia Knight in her Surfski kayak.
One disadvantage of running a Friendica server on an old Laptop was that the contact discovery feature cooked the poor thing, so I turned it off.
Experimentally turned it back on on the new M2 Mac mini server. It appears to give no fucks.
Some scientist on the net is VERY CONCERNED you guys that sand was found on cars five miles from the SpaceX Starship/Super Heavy launch. Apparently there must be TERRIBLE FORCES OF DOOM involved because there is bi feasible way sand could travel that far through the air unless launched initially with TERRIFYING POWER.
Which gets me wondering what truly scary space programme Morocco must have because their shit from here keeps ending up on my windows.
