Damn it. I don't want to be biking to work in my sweaty sexy pants with tons of other sweaty bikers. Gotta get in kickass biking condition so I don't hold up the pack on the bike path. Groupie I ain't, unless sex is involved. Hmmmm... sweaty pile of bikers with healthy bodies. There's potential there. ANyway. Wonder what time I shall leave in the morning to make it to my showerless place of employment and still have time to clean up my increasingly strong (--hopefully not in odour--) body. It's a 10-mile stretch, uphill... oh I can hardly wait. What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger... After making me weaker... But strength is perfected in weakness... Yeeuh huh. Some guy said so.
So I'm looking for a flashy jersey to wear so I don't get shmucked by a big truck whilst crossing the Burrard Street Bridge at Pacific. While that'd be pretty artwork, it's not part of my cool image... excuse me while I dance to some Pet Shop Boys... It's a Sin... Okay done. Gotta find some good biking clothes...
current mood: 
chipper
current music: PET SHOP BOYS - ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS
... "A fundamental issue in teaching and education is the question of who the teacher is. What must really live in the children, what must vibrate and well up into their very hearts, wills, and eventually into their intellect, lives initially in the teachers. It arises simply through who they are, through their unique nature, character, and soul attitude, and through what they bring the children out of their own self-development. So we can see how a true knowledge of the human being, cultivated and embracing everything, can be the single foundation for a true art of teaching and fulfill the living needs of education."
More Nietzsche: "Regarding artists of all kinds, I now avail myself of this main distinction: is it the hatred against life or the excess of life which has here become creative? In Goethe, for example, the excess became creative; in Flaubert, hatred: Flaubert—a new edition of Pascal, but as an artist, with the instinctive judgment deep down: "Flaubert est toujours haïssable, l'homme n'est rien, l'oeuvre est tout." ["Flaubert is always hateful, man is nothing, work is everything."] He tortured himself when he wrote, just as Pascal tortured himself when he thought; they were both unegoistic. "Selflessness"—the principle of decadence, the will to the end, in art as well as in morals.—"
More still.
"Is Wagner's Parsifal his secretly superior laughter at himself, the triumph of his ultimate artistic freedom, his artistic non plus ultra—Wagner able to laugh at himself?"
Probably, sure. It sounds pretty.
