Third Times a Charm...Or Perhaps a Curse
Some time in the last couple of years, I was staying at yet another hotel and my very expensive road bike which was locked with a cable on a bike rack was stolen. There was video surveillance but you couldn't make out the license plate or what the thieves looked like, so it wasn't of much use.
Another time I was at a hotel and the burglars stole the entire rack with two bikes on it.
Just a few days ago I was parked in front of a friend of friend who I was going to help move.
I had purchased a rack that locked to the frame of the truck, the two bikes had a U-Bolt locking them together that was attached to a cable that went to the frame of the truck. They apparently cut the cable and then lifted the two bikes in unison and hoisted them into a truck where they deal with the heftier lock at a job with either a grinder or welding torch.
That's my theory at least.
Maybe Fate is Looking Out For Me
My brother was a semiprofessional bicyclist before running into an oncoming car when training in Topanga Canyon. He was airlifted out and has never ridden since then. After the initial emergency room visit he never took care of his ankle; in part because of my mother's Christian Science influence but more because he didn't have health insurance.
Another good friend was mountain biking in Mammoth Lakes, took a turn too quickly and ended up slamming into a tree, cracking a couple of ribs which took him out of action for a couple of months, which given my current state of affairs, would be disastrous.
Anyway You Slice It
I am now left with an off-road unicycle, which I haven't had a lot of practice on and besides being a fun novelty, especially at Burning Man is not a viable option of getting around or getting a cardio workout.
I'll probably pick up a cheap cruiser just before I head out to that pilgrimage in the desert, but I won't be investing in any sort of fancy road-bikes or mountain bikes until I have a living situation where I can bring them in at night.
It's a rather sad state of affairs, but I hopefully have finally learned from my mistakes.
May the Fourth Be with You
Growing up Star Wars was a huge thing for me. It was the first time I remember waiting in line for a movie opening.
It was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. I was still pretty young, so I was easily impressed.
It was magical and ground-breaking on so many levels and I certainly am not alone with the effect it had on me, although I don't come close to being a hardcore fan.
Cinco de Mayo
It's been interesting now having traveled all over the country and lived and worked in several different states, how regional we can be about our holiday celebrations. Growing up in Los Angeles, Cinco de Mayo was a pretty big deal, Mardi Gras and Fat Tuesday was a non-event.
Now, having lived in Atlanta and New Orleans until just recently, I've gotten a different perspective on a few things.
Obviously, Mardi Gras takes over NOLA and in Atlanta, well it's a bit more tricky. In 1862 while the defeat of the French army during the Battle of Puebla (Batalla de Puebla) was taking place in Mexico; we were having our own little conflict known as the Civil War.
Of course, I obviously had learned about the war in school but it's a completely different matter when you visit the battlefields and see confederate flags still waving proudly in people's yards.
Seeing Stone Mountain for the first time clued me in on how some Southerners still felt about the War of Northern Aggression; but that's another story for another time.
The Ren Faire and more
Most important for me was May was when I'd probably go to the Renaissance Faire. It was magical to me. I loved being transported to another time and of course there were the turkey legs which I looked forward to every year. It was also one of the first places I was able to drink. They rarely cared back then, so at 15 or so I was able to get myself some good ale.
May 5th is also the anniversary of when NASA launched the first American-manned space flight (1961) and the opening of Carnegie Hall (1891).
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)
My wife used to try to convince me that this was something I suffered from and I would counter; I simply had a lot of interests.
She bought me the book, Driven By Distraction, which only proved my point.
I am not a doctor or a therapist, although I've seen my fill of both.
I feel fairly confident about my self-diagnosis, which by the way is more likely to indicate a person dealing with manic-depression than ADHD, which is probably my situation.
Again my personal opinion, I feel I need to repeat this on too regular of a basis.
The Proof Is In the Pudding
I do get bored with things in life which has kept me moving, exploring, trying new things, meeting lots of different people from all sorts of backgrounds.
A skill that would serve me well if I were a politician.
If I was a news journalist.
I'm not, but it was always a dream job of mine.
If I had my own reality TV show.
Not yet, but someday maybe. I have been approached by a producer but the devil is in the details, as they say.
That Being Said
For my job in life as a set dresser, I have spent hours scrapping lantern panes with a razor blade to get the frosting off
A task someone with ADHD would likely not be able to do for very long. (Again, my opinion I have no real knowledge of ADHD besides what I've read)
I have driven by myself across the country many times; again something that I don't think an ADHD type would be a good candidate.
I run marathons; they're long and boring and require no attention span whatsoever, at least in my opinion; just put one foot in front of another for 26.2 miles.
I practice Brazilian Juijitsu; I'm a brown belt on the cusp of a black. One of my best attributes is my patience and lack of change in my breath; something I acquired from my many years of yoga.
Oh Yeah Yoga
I have been practicing yoga off and on for over 30 years.
Maybe that has been my "shield" as it were for ADHD.
I Should Get Counseling
With this I don't disagree; I never have; however finding the right counselor is a journey in itself.
One of the best I ever had retired to write books on the matter. Another one also retired, telling me I had the tools I needed and additional sessions would be a waste of money.
One said my therapy would have little more effect unless I was able to get my family to participate as well; this was back in high school and my mother insisted I "get help". When I came home with my therapist's suggestion, not only did the family not go in but I also never went back because he obviously didn't know what he was talking about.
Juggling with My Life
So as I continue to be "Driven By My Distraction", back in California after many years on location, I find myself in the same career, doing the same job, having several friends that I have known since high school and even junior high. I wish I had friends from before that but unfortunately at that age it is more up to your parents to help maintain those relationships and neither were very helpful in regards to that.
I started juggling early in my life and I have never maintained it for very long; but I still keep it up, I do it as therapy and honestly I really enjoy flipping semi-odd things like sledge hammers, axes and blades
Jon Danniells is an adventurer and traveler, a teacher and student, a husband and a father, a cook and a farmer, a "week-end warrior" (very amateur athlete) and has not earned any money on these labors of love.When I googled myself what showed up first was my IMDB listing, which is basically a resume for my 20 and then some year career in film, for which I fortunately do get paid.