So, I decide I need some new shorts for the beach this weekend. I have not purchased any new shorts lately, so it was high time. I decided the Bon Ton would be my best bet to get some nice casual shorts for a good deal. I get to the shorts section and find a few pair that are my size and are pretty nice. Since I have this hang-up on spending any money on myself, I guess it is common among my "people", I am hoiping the sale price of $40/pair is discounted. I look around to see if there is any sign, anf lo and behold I see a 40% off sign above the Nautica SHIRTS. Well maybe this applies that is a bonus. I go to checkout and a very nice lady helps me out. I am trying to see the screen as she rings my shorts up, and viola 40% off. Sweet. Pair number two gets their attention and whoaaaa nelly. What gives, something is amiss. The formerly nice lady is now questioning me. Sir, this pair comes up as 80% off. Is there an 80% off sign at this rack? Uhhh what to do. " I am not sure?" "I just pulled all the shorts off the same Nautica rack, so I assumed they would be the same price." This is strange she says two pair are 40% off, and this pair is 80% off. They are all the same brand. At this point, I know damn well what the sign said, I also know damn well I was quick on my feet with the "all the same brand, I just figured blah blah blah BS." We have come to a retail impasse. She then gives me this look like, I am going to hook you up. The friendly check-out lady then says, "how about I just ring all of these shorts up at 80% off." What am I to say? No really, I appreciate the hospitality, but I would prefer to pay the extra $30. No, I did what any good retail shopper did. I marked down my integrity by an additional 40%.
Thank you Bon Ton.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Legendisms
So I have generally been feeling pretty bummed lately, for a myriad of reasons.
I reached for, Suess-isms: Wise & Witty prescriptions for living from the good doctor.
Being that I am finding less enjoyment in most things of late I decided to see if I could bastardize the good doctor.
Here goes.
Actually I just erased my bastardizations. I think I had an epiphany will reading a children's book.
You have brains in your head
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose
You're on your own
And you know what you know
And YOU are the guy
who'll decide where to go
-Oh the places you'll go
Come on! Open your mouth and sound off to the sky!
Shout loud at the top of your voice,
"I AM I!"
ME! I am I!
And I may not know why
but I know that I like it.
Three cheers! I AM I!
-Happy Birthday to you!
Only you can make your mind up!
You're the one and only one!
-Hunches in Bunches
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
nothing is going to get better.
It's not.
-The Lorax
I meant what I said
I said what I meant
The LEGEND is faithful
One Hundred percent
-Legend hatches the egg
There you have it. Children's book quotes. Pathetic
Better reading:
www.flicklives.blogspot.com piss your pants funny
www.blacklane.blogspot.com no holds barred, NC-17 rated
www.antibike.blogspot.com you mean you can ride a bike and not race it? Who knew?
www.jackiebrowne.blogspot.com LOML
I reached for, Suess-isms: Wise & Witty prescriptions for living from the good doctor.
Being that I am finding less enjoyment in most things of late I decided to see if I could bastardize the good doctor.
Here goes.
Actually I just erased my bastardizations. I think I had an epiphany will reading a children's book.
You have brains in your head
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose
You're on your own
And you know what you know
And YOU are the guy
who'll decide where to go
-Oh the places you'll go
Come on! Open your mouth and sound off to the sky!
Shout loud at the top of your voice,
"I AM I!"
ME! I am I!
And I may not know why
but I know that I like it.
Three cheers! I AM I!
-Happy Birthday to you!
Only you can make your mind up!
You're the one and only one!
-Hunches in Bunches
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
nothing is going to get better.
It's not.
-The Lorax
I meant what I said
I said what I meant
The LEGEND is faithful
One Hundred percent
-Legend hatches the egg
There you have it. Children's book quotes. Pathetic
Better reading:
www.flicklives.blogspot.com piss your pants funny
www.blacklane.blogspot.com no holds barred, NC-17 rated
www.antibike.blogspot.com you mean you can ride a bike and not race it? Who knew?
www.jackiebrowne.blogspot.com LOML
Monday, August 07, 2006
Fun in the sun
New race yesterday. Awesome course for a first year race. Yellow line rule shmellow line rule. Yeah, that lasted about 10 minutes. Rippin fast, but easy to sit in. Hacker was an attacking stud yesterday. Went twice, once for about 1 1/2 laps solo. I sat second third wheel and watched him ride. It was impressive. Tried to go once but the filed kept coming then Trey would not work, so that was failed. Two mile to go and I positioned Jared at the front. Swarm hits and Kyle Eckley helps us out before Nate takes over. We were just too far away. Young TSV guys & Ideal Tile guys get jumpy and all hell breaks loose on the little climb. I am positioned well in 6th, then Mike Miller decides today is his day to learn how to sprint & chops the corner, gapping both of us. Fight to get back in line & end up eighth. Jared meanwhile ramps it from a LOOOONG way out and hold for third. I end up ninth. Miller 16th. At least that is what i think the blurry ffinish photo said.
Then off to our very hospitable afternoon hosts Rob & Caroline Hacker for some awesome beer, food & swimming. What a fun afternoon. There was more dry cutting humor in one gathering than at Last Comic Standing audition. Rob crushed the grill with the some aplomb as his race attacks. It was classic when Caroline's mom was busting Rob. "Isn't my son-in-law just the smartest son-in-law." I wish I could remember whar precipitated that exchange, it was priceless. I think Hacker slipped me a BOCA burger instead of a real flesh burger though. My GI was all rumbly for the way home. Rob & Caroline, thanks again for the great afternoon.
Then off to our very hospitable afternoon hosts Rob & Caroline Hacker for some awesome beer, food & swimming. What a fun afternoon. There was more dry cutting humor in one gathering than at Last Comic Standing audition. Rob crushed the grill with the some aplomb as his race attacks. It was classic when Caroline's mom was busting Rob. "Isn't my son-in-law just the smartest son-in-law." I wish I could remember whar precipitated that exchange, it was priceless. I think Hacker slipped me a BOCA burger instead of a real flesh burger though. My GI was all rumbly for the way home. Rob & Caroline, thanks again for the great afternoon.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Vacation
It is on the horizon. 8/27 for a week, then long weekend for Labor Day. The the last of the 30's b-day fete. Well maybe not a fete. Crabs & croquet anyone? Hopefully DK will not sulk this year when he loses again.
Road season is winding down. It has been long and quite successful for myself and the team. Hopefully we can keep it up for another month. Cross is two months away and I am starting to get a little itch. Maybe I will take a week or so off the bike and come into cross really wanting to rip. Last year I was dead. Physically & mentally, I was done at Granogue weekend. Hopefully the more miles and less intensity training I have done this year will be the trick. I have as many miles in now as I did on October 9th of last year. I have not followed a training plan this year, so mentally I am pretty fresh to ride.
Road season is winding down. It has been long and quite successful for myself and the team. Hopefully we can keep it up for another month. Cross is two months away and I am starting to get a little itch. Maybe I will take a week or so off the bike and come into cross really wanting to rip. Last year I was dead. Physically & mentally, I was done at Granogue weekend. Hopefully the more miles and less intensity training I have done this year will be the trick. I have as many miles in now as I did on October 9th of last year. I have not followed a training plan this year, so mentally I am pretty fresh to ride.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Catching up & dumb, dumb, dumb
A lot of stuff has transpired in three weeks, yet I felt no real motivation to write about it.
New job possibilities still on hold, although the position is now definitely open and should move forward quickly.
A few races where my tactical errors cost me. Hummelstown, Allentown and Crit Nats.
Nats RR in rain and with food poisoning/virus. Yeah, that was fun.
Work is still boring as sin.
Trying to figure out cross season, on all fronts that I am involved with.
Trying to get through road season without cooking myself.
Trying to spend time with Ames whenever possible.
A good friend's husband passed away after a lengthy bout with cancer, he was only 36.
Neighbors have been away all month, definitely a hole in the 'hood.
Reeser's soft Ice cream has been phenomenal.
Tour has been phenomenal.
Landis is inspirational. How long before fatass Lemond downplays Floyd's ride?
Oh Yeah, the title, dumb, dumb, dumb.
Mt Holly RR. 92 miles of flat, fast Navigators led Jersey racing with 150 guys who all think they should be at the front. Being that it is Mt Holly, two things are guaranteed, rain & a big crash. Well right after the start the heavens opened with a monsoon, and no that is not an overstatement. The wind was so strong for a while that the rain flat-out hurt when it hit you. I enjoy racing in the rain, it seems to calm me down and make my legs feel good. Right from the start I stay towards the front, just in case. Fred Billet moves me from 40th to top 10 when the first swarm starts. From there it is rippin fast through a little woods section and into town through the chicanes. Then to the feed and a false downhill with a tailwind and 38 mph. After this section we turn 180 into a false up headwind and those who were not in front come rippin into the front. Dumb, dumb, dumb. As I was sitting 15-20 deep I see some movement out of my periphery, to the right. All of a sudden two guys fall to either side at 30+ mph. I get by to the left, but then it happens. The sound no racer wants to hear. Bikes smashing into each other, aluminum breaking and piling up, tubulars exploding. It must have went on for 5-10 seconds as we were riding away. There it is. Mt Holly is decided 15 miles in due to a crash that takes out SEVENTY riders! All of my teammates are involved. Flyin' Ryan went over the bars and over a ditch. He said after he landed and got up people were still flying into the crash at 30 mph, oblivious to the carnage. To add insult to Mg-GPOA injury I flat 20 miles later and negotiate the painted line & cobblestone chiacanes on a flat front tire. I go from 10th all the way to the back waiting for Mavic to come with a wheel. When they finally arrive, behind six other team cars the field is 300 meters up the road. I ask for a draft to the caravan and the tech does not respond. Tehn as I give chase here comes Mavic flying by, zoom no pace. I go through the feed zone and hear that I am twenty seconds back. Not bad if there is a climb. twenty seconds solo, when the field is going 38 chasing a break means I need to go 40 for about a mile. Yeah right. I chase 3 miles and the field is gone and my team car is nowhere to be seen, as they were caught up and trying to get Ryan back in the race. At least I stayed upright. Ryan has been going so well & I felt good, I wish we could have had the chance to race.
Oh yeah, when I got my wheel change at the finish of lap three. Here is what my computer read.
36 miles in 1:14, 29 mph, and it really was not hard at all.
New job possibilities still on hold, although the position is now definitely open and should move forward quickly.
A few races where my tactical errors cost me. Hummelstown, Allentown and Crit Nats.
Nats RR in rain and with food poisoning/virus. Yeah, that was fun.
Work is still boring as sin.
Trying to figure out cross season, on all fronts that I am involved with.
Trying to get through road season without cooking myself.
Trying to spend time with Ames whenever possible.
A good friend's husband passed away after a lengthy bout with cancer, he was only 36.
Neighbors have been away all month, definitely a hole in the 'hood.
Reeser's soft Ice cream has been phenomenal.
Tour has been phenomenal.
Landis is inspirational. How long before fatass Lemond downplays Floyd's ride?
Oh Yeah, the title, dumb, dumb, dumb.
Mt Holly RR. 92 miles of flat, fast Navigators led Jersey racing with 150 guys who all think they should be at the front. Being that it is Mt Holly, two things are guaranteed, rain & a big crash. Well right after the start the heavens opened with a monsoon, and no that is not an overstatement. The wind was so strong for a while that the rain flat-out hurt when it hit you. I enjoy racing in the rain, it seems to calm me down and make my legs feel good. Right from the start I stay towards the front, just in case. Fred Billet moves me from 40th to top 10 when the first swarm starts. From there it is rippin fast through a little woods section and into town through the chicanes. Then to the feed and a false downhill with a tailwind and 38 mph. After this section we turn 180 into a false up headwind and those who were not in front come rippin into the front. Dumb, dumb, dumb. As I was sitting 15-20 deep I see some movement out of my periphery, to the right. All of a sudden two guys fall to either side at 30+ mph. I get by to the left, but then it happens. The sound no racer wants to hear. Bikes smashing into each other, aluminum breaking and piling up, tubulars exploding. It must have went on for 5-10 seconds as we were riding away. There it is. Mt Holly is decided 15 miles in due to a crash that takes out SEVENTY riders! All of my teammates are involved. Flyin' Ryan went over the bars and over a ditch. He said after he landed and got up people were still flying into the crash at 30 mph, oblivious to the carnage. To add insult to Mg-GPOA injury I flat 20 miles later and negotiate the painted line & cobblestone chiacanes on a flat front tire. I go from 10th all the way to the back waiting for Mavic to come with a wheel. When they finally arrive, behind six other team cars the field is 300 meters up the road. I ask for a draft to the caravan and the tech does not respond. Tehn as I give chase here comes Mavic flying by, zoom no pace. I go through the feed zone and hear that I am twenty seconds back. Not bad if there is a climb. twenty seconds solo, when the field is going 38 chasing a break means I need to go 40 for about a mile. Yeah right. I chase 3 miles and the field is gone and my team car is nowhere to be seen, as they were caught up and trying to get Ryan back in the race. At least I stayed upright. Ryan has been going so well & I felt good, I wish we could have had the chance to race.
Oh yeah, when I got my wheel change at the finish of lap three. Here is what my computer read.
36 miles in 1:14, 29 mph, and it really was not hard at all.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Long day in the saddle
Not really.
It was a long day on the couch though. Shitty weather and some decent sports, World Cup, F1 & NASCAR, at least for me. It started with the England vs. Portugal game. I missed maybe the first fifteen minutes after getting back form a nice easy ride. However, from 11:30 on I was on fire logging almost eight hours of big couch time. After a little nap during the F1 race, I got nutty and switched couches and positions. I went from the couch to the loveseat, and seated to reclined. Yep, that was the big news of my day. Back to the couch for NASCAR.
The England match was pretty good. I do get sick of all the fake flopping those guys do, yet it was still a good match.
F1 was the typical race to turn one and that is all she wrote. Schumi did drive a nice race, but positioning is everything.
NASCAR was a road course, so it was one of the two days where they actually have to show skill. No real surprise in who dominated. Gordon was spot on. Reminded me of the SPEED Network special where he drove Juan Pablo Montoya's F1 ride at Indy. He rocked out at .5 seconds slower than JPM, after about an hour in the car. Say what you will, the dude can drive.
All in all it was pretty f'in boring today. The only real highlights were a killer brunch & dinner that Ames made.
It was a long day on the couch though. Shitty weather and some decent sports, World Cup, F1 & NASCAR, at least for me. It started with the England vs. Portugal game. I missed maybe the first fifteen minutes after getting back form a nice easy ride. However, from 11:30 on I was on fire logging almost eight hours of big couch time. After a little nap during the F1 race, I got nutty and switched couches and positions. I went from the couch to the loveseat, and seated to reclined. Yep, that was the big news of my day. Back to the couch for NASCAR.
The England match was pretty good. I do get sick of all the fake flopping those guys do, yet it was still a good match.
F1 was the typical race to turn one and that is all she wrote. Schumi did drive a nice race, but positioning is everything.
NASCAR was a road course, so it was one of the two days where they actually have to show skill. No real surprise in who dominated. Gordon was spot on. Reminded me of the SPEED Network special where he drove Juan Pablo Montoya's F1 ride at Indy. He rocked out at .5 seconds slower than JPM, after about an hour in the car. Say what you will, the dude can drive.
All in all it was pretty f'in boring today. The only real highlights were a killer brunch & dinner that Ames made.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Damn Birds
If the freakin' birds outside the bedroom keep me awake again tonight I am getting a pellet gun/pistol tomorrow. I crash in the spare bedroom if I can not sleep. Outside the window is a tree which is home to these evil nocturnal birds. They woke me at 1:30 this morning, so I went outside to show them who is boss. I picked up a handful of mulch and whipped it into the tree. Problem solved, or so I thought. Ten minutes and they are back at it, this time it seems louder. I go downstairs and debate my next step. Glass of water or the garden hose. Since the neighbors in front of us are still awake, he is a nurse with weird hours, I opt for the pint vs. hose method. The little f'er is chirping to high heaven, so I douse him. Shut him up good.
Now realize there is actually a great deal of forethought and trepidation involved in this process. First I was somewhat scared because I witnessed a bird of the same make and model as my little chirping friend attack a squirrel yesterday. Yes, he/she/it was divebombing a squirrel and beaking it. I was riding and had a front row view of the bird chasing the squirrel across the street, dippin' & divin' until the squirrel found solace under a shed. So at 1:30am I am thinking I am going to hose down this little monster and then the bird will attack me and beak my eyes out. So now I am blind, bleeding and rolling in the front yard. So I decide the pint cup is my best option. Then I think the super-evil Hitchcockian bird will somehow chase me in the house. Now I am being beaked in my own abode & have to explain to Ames why I have awoken her with my screaming. Yes, there is a lot of thought process that happens at 1:30am to shut up a little varmin. So tonight I will see if the bird will wake me. If he does it again, than Charlton Heston will then be my president, albeit a pellet or BB gun. Charlton would still be proud as I excercise my right to bear BB arms.
Wish me luck.
Now realize there is actually a great deal of forethought and trepidation involved in this process. First I was somewhat scared because I witnessed a bird of the same make and model as my little chirping friend attack a squirrel yesterday. Yes, he/she/it was divebombing a squirrel and beaking it. I was riding and had a front row view of the bird chasing the squirrel across the street, dippin' & divin' until the squirrel found solace under a shed. So at 1:30am I am thinking I am going to hose down this little monster and then the bird will attack me and beak my eyes out. So now I am blind, bleeding and rolling in the front yard. So I decide the pint cup is my best option. Then I think the super-evil Hitchcockian bird will somehow chase me in the house. Now I am being beaked in my own abode & have to explain to Ames why I have awoken her with my screaming. Yes, there is a lot of thought process that happens at 1:30am to shut up a little varmin. So tonight I will see if the bird will wake me. If he does it again, than Charlton Heston will then be my president, albeit a pellet or BB gun. Charlton would still be proud as I excercise my right to bear BB arms.
Wish me luck.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Be careful what you wish for
My job is very unsatisfying right now. The thrill of short days wears off quickly. There is a possible opening on the horizon. It is a position that I think I would really love. I would work in the PA State Government as a liaison between Lilly and policy makers. Way cool, as I enjoy the nuances of politics and would be more in an advocacy role for open access pharmaceuticals. It would be a huge jump in rsponsibility and pressure. As the role is seen as the make or break person as it relates to making sure Lilly products are covered on State formularies. Definitely a challenge, with a huge upside. Also like any high pressure job there is a huge spotlight that only gets bigger as the shit gets deep. The lady in the position now is feeling that heat. I spoke with her about the job and she said, "be careful what you wish for." "Oh yeah, I also gave you an unconditional recomendation, to take this position." SWEET, I think.
So here I am with a possible major career change in the works, and I need to really sort this out. If I would be offered the position and turn it down, it would probably be career suicide. This is finally a position where I can sit at the big boy table and truly make a difference. Yeah, this is what I want. If it means huge sacrifices for the fall season, so be it. This is the first step to what I want to be when I grow up.
So here I am with a possible major career change in the works, and I need to really sort this out. If I would be offered the position and turn it down, it would probably be career suicide. This is finally a position where I can sit at the big boy table and truly make a difference. Yeah, this is what I want. If it means huge sacrifices for the fall season, so be it. This is the first step to what I want to be when I grow up.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Happy Eve of the Apocalypse
Remember kiddies, tomorrow is 6/6/06. If you have something special to do, do it today. I wonder how many religious right crazies will use this as a platform for moral decline?
Marketing geniuses have already taken advantage of this.
Damien flick opens tomorrow. Cannondale System Six frame is officially launched tomorrow. Hell, MI is throwing a town party.
Maybe I will go to work in red face paint and a pitchfork?
I think I will break out my Iron Maiden, Number of the Beast, cassette in tribute.
Rock on Hellions.
Marketing geniuses have already taken advantage of this.
Damien flick opens tomorrow. Cannondale System Six frame is officially launched tomorrow. Hell, MI is throwing a town party.
Maybe I will go to work in red face paint and a pitchfork?
I think I will break out my Iron Maiden, Number of the Beast, cassette in tribute.
Rock on Hellions.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Tall times in AC
Black Crowes at the Borgata 7/16.
Small intimate hall, I think this one has my name all over it. Blast out from 7 Springs, Masters Nats, to the Crowes show. Trdina, Geronimo any other takers?
No real desire to post. Yeah, I know, the hearts of all nine people who know this exists are breaking.
Small intimate hall, I think this one has my name all over it. Blast out from 7 Springs, Masters Nats, to the Crowes show. Trdina, Geronimo any other takers?
No real desire to post. Yeah, I know, the hearts of all nine people who know this exists are breaking.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
In the presence of something special
I think that is a good way to describe today.
It started by like most weekends by going to a race. Our team http://meredith-gpoateam.com/
was in full force. This is where the first part of special comes in. Geronimo is fresh off a 3rd place in a hard road race yesterday http://www.geronimok.blogspot.com/ Jared & Nate, our sprinters supreme are there. Super toughman Hacker is excited about the most agressive preme and Steevo, Stubna, Graff and myself are also present. Long story short. Splits everywhere, people attacking everywhere three groups form and we have 6 up front. Stephan wins with a wicked sprint, Nate is top five after a huge bridge. Hacker tows around eveyone's least fave racer and still gets ninth. Stubna attacks the "field" at 2 for 10th. Steevo attacks the "field at1 for 11th & Jared crushes the sprint for the last paying spot. WOW! Yes I am humbled to be a part of this team. Great riding guys.
The other part of my day was not so pleasant, yet was right in line with the blog title. The father of one of Amy's two best friends passed away very unexpectedly on Thursday, and today was the viewing and short service. I had only ever met Joe Britt once or twice, however the impact this man had on people's lives was obviously profound and quite obvious today. A husband, a father, a grandfather, a serviceman, a friend are just a few things Joe Britt was to many people. People came to pay their last respects to the Joe Britt that thay knew and loved. As I said, I did not know Joe. I do know Joann, his youngest daughter. She is one of the nicest people you could hope to meet. A loving wife, mother and friend. It is obvious that these traits were directly from her father. I feel so profoundly sad when people lose a loved one. You wake up one day or come home from work and the world as you know it is forever changed. This isnt' graduation, moving, divorce, or falling out of touch, it is final. There will never be another chance to pick up a phone and say hello. There is no reunion or summer party, there is no chance to reconcile.
Whenever you are having a bad race, day at work, argument with someone you love, think long and hard about the special people in your life right now. We are all in the presence of something or someone very special.
Some parting thoughts from Paul Westerberg of The 'Mats circa 85ish
"The ones who love us best are the ones will lay to rest, and visit their graves on holidays at best."
"The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please, if it's any consolation I don't begin to understand it."
It started by like most weekends by going to a race. Our team http://meredith-gpoateam.com/
was in full force. This is where the first part of special comes in. Geronimo is fresh off a 3rd place in a hard road race yesterday http://www.geronimok.blogspot.com/ Jared & Nate, our sprinters supreme are there. Super toughman Hacker is excited about the most agressive preme and Steevo, Stubna, Graff and myself are also present. Long story short. Splits everywhere, people attacking everywhere three groups form and we have 6 up front. Stephan wins with a wicked sprint, Nate is top five after a huge bridge. Hacker tows around eveyone's least fave racer and still gets ninth. Stubna attacks the "field" at 2 for 10th. Steevo attacks the "field at1 for 11th & Jared crushes the sprint for the last paying spot. WOW! Yes I am humbled to be a part of this team. Great riding guys.
The other part of my day was not so pleasant, yet was right in line with the blog title. The father of one of Amy's two best friends passed away very unexpectedly on Thursday, and today was the viewing and short service. I had only ever met Joe Britt once or twice, however the impact this man had on people's lives was obviously profound and quite obvious today. A husband, a father, a grandfather, a serviceman, a friend are just a few things Joe Britt was to many people. People came to pay their last respects to the Joe Britt that thay knew and loved. As I said, I did not know Joe. I do know Joann, his youngest daughter. She is one of the nicest people you could hope to meet. A loving wife, mother and friend. It is obvious that these traits were directly from her father. I feel so profoundly sad when people lose a loved one. You wake up one day or come home from work and the world as you know it is forever changed. This isnt' graduation, moving, divorce, or falling out of touch, it is final. There will never be another chance to pick up a phone and say hello. There is no reunion or summer party, there is no chance to reconcile.
Whenever you are having a bad race, day at work, argument with someone you love, think long and hard about the special people in your life right now. We are all in the presence of something or someone very special.
Some parting thoughts from Paul Westerberg of The 'Mats circa 85ish
"The ones who love us best are the ones will lay to rest, and visit their graves on holidays at best."
"The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please, if it's any consolation I don't begin to understand it."
Friday, May 12, 2006
Behind the musical curtain
Every song has a meaning. Play along with the Ipod.
Poison Pen, Gurus. Theta Chi and the boys. Friday at 10:00. Unreal.
Man overboard, Blink 182. Good upbeat, get you in the mood. A threshold interval staple.
Gardening at night, REM, good times at live shows. Star Lake. Wow, shit was easier 10-15 years ago.
Driver 8, REm. Blah. Time to remove this poo.
Adam's Song. Blink. what is up with the repeats. About suicide. How can you possibly think that your life is done at 16, at times I was not too far away.
Gin & Juice remix. John Popper. Whew. Blink was heavy & bad memories. Big, fat John giving a little spin on Snoppy doggy. Awesome cross genre cover.
Werewolves of London. Zevon. Lick getting a message from a long lost friend.
Wasting Time, Kid Rock. Nice. Ames & I saw the Kid at Mandaly Bay, on Lilly's dime. Rockin' cool show, plus the Colonel paid the tabe, for a good sales year.
Black chick, White Guy. Kid Rock. I will listyen to this all through. No quick ff after this line. I was registering for race this year & had the ear buds still in. The guy at reg, asked what are you listening to. A sly smile, i reply "Black chick, white Guy." Dudes look was priceless.
I will survive, Cake. Another cross genre beaut, Donna Summer's hair is going straight as I listen.
Add it Up, the Femmes. Gordon ganno is now a minster. Side one of the cassette is one of the best d=sides of party music anywhere. A Theta Chi staple, thank Sunday & Davis.
Queen, Fat bottom girls, funny how a raging flamer pens this tune & the greatest rock anthem ever. Freddy Mercury rocked.
Lawyers, Guns 7 Money, Zevon. AAAHHHH there is that call from an old friend.
Six different Ways, The Cure. Robert Smith put aside the self loathing for a while. only recently have I started to listen to the lyrics. a party with six ex's in attendance. What a scene.
Speaking of six. Time for another Cerveza.
Yeah, music means a great deal to me. It brings you to levels of euphoria and reminds you of despair. I always tear up when I hear Heroes, by Bowie. I know I am depressed if I reach for Husker Du, Candy Apple Grey. The Crowes & the Dead make me remember life is good. Weezer, Beverly Hills just cam on. It reminds me that i am getting a little deep and stop taking myself so seriously.
Pacifico, my darling, here I come.
Poison Pen, Gurus. Theta Chi and the boys. Friday at 10:00. Unreal.
Man overboard, Blink 182. Good upbeat, get you in the mood. A threshold interval staple.
Gardening at night, REM, good times at live shows. Star Lake. Wow, shit was easier 10-15 years ago.
Driver 8, REm. Blah. Time to remove this poo.
Adam's Song. Blink. what is up with the repeats. About suicide. How can you possibly think that your life is done at 16, at times I was not too far away.
Gin & Juice remix. John Popper. Whew. Blink was heavy & bad memories. Big, fat John giving a little spin on Snoppy doggy. Awesome cross genre cover.
Werewolves of London. Zevon. Lick getting a message from a long lost friend.
Wasting Time, Kid Rock. Nice. Ames & I saw the Kid at Mandaly Bay, on Lilly's dime. Rockin' cool show, plus the Colonel paid the tabe, for a good sales year.
Black chick, White Guy. Kid Rock. I will listyen to this all through. No quick ff after this line. I was registering for race this year & had the ear buds still in. The guy at reg, asked what are you listening to. A sly smile, i reply "Black chick, white Guy." Dudes look was priceless.
I will survive, Cake. Another cross genre beaut, Donna Summer's hair is going straight as I listen.
Add it Up, the Femmes. Gordon ganno is now a minster. Side one of the cassette is one of the best d=sides of party music anywhere. A Theta Chi staple, thank Sunday & Davis.
Queen, Fat bottom girls, funny how a raging flamer pens this tune & the greatest rock anthem ever. Freddy Mercury rocked.
Lawyers, Guns 7 Money, Zevon. AAAHHHH there is that call from an old friend.
Six different Ways, The Cure. Robert Smith put aside the self loathing for a while. only recently have I started to listen to the lyrics. a party with six ex's in attendance. What a scene.
Speaking of six. Time for another Cerveza.
Yeah, music means a great deal to me. It brings you to levels of euphoria and reminds you of despair. I always tear up when I hear Heroes, by Bowie. I know I am depressed if I reach for Husker Du, Candy Apple Grey. The Crowes & the Dead make me remember life is good. Weezer, Beverly Hills just cam on. It reminds me that i am getting a little deep and stop taking myself so seriously.
Pacifico, my darling, here I come.
#5
High school football number & Cervexza consumpyion count so far. Oops, the typos are coming now. Yhis coiuld be fun. Really, and you casn ask Ames, it is not so much the buzz as the fact that I fatfinger a keyboard whilest I hunt & peck. I sometimes get on a roll and then all typing hell breaks loose. Lords only knows what will happen. All you need to do is read the blog while looking to see what letter was in close proximity to the blundered letter.
Crowes, Sometimes Salvation. If the brothers Robinson could have onlky gootern along, (those last words are funny) they would have been way up on the annals of Rock Stardom. Rolling Stone once called the Crowes the next coming of the Stones, heavy praise for a bunch of stoners. Chris Robinson does have the perfect physique for a pro cyclist though, and damn if he is not marries to that hottie Kate Hudson.
OOOHHH back to the 'Mats. Waitress in the Sky. Once upon a Mason glass or twelve of beers at the paradise Alley I sung this song to a chick who was so happy that she was a Stewardess. I know, it was cruel, she did leave sobbing, but I was young, drunk & stupid. Those are three qualities not to put on a reesume.
Stop draggin' my heart around, the crowes again. One of my fave bands. I was once thinking of getting the "ex"ed out eyed crowes inked up onn the shoulder. Then I thought, better of it. Still, what I wicked band.
So I need some new ink. i am thin king either a fill in big colorful ankle piece to mix in w/ the calvin & hobbes dreamer tat, or a brightly colotred Norht Star on the left shoulder. Times have been stressing of late and the Star is the sign for gui=dance, find you way home type of deal. have not decided just yet.
Bittersweet, Hoodoo Gurus. Mars needs Guitars. I see Simky, Davis, Perdue, Sunday and the boys at Theta Chi circa '86 getting ripped on IC light $18 barrels from babe Lamantia. Do you ever feel that college was a high point? Some days I do, some days I wonder what a decision here or a decision there may have yielded.
Crowes, Sometimes Salvation. If the brothers Robinson could have onlky gootern along, (those last words are funny) they would have been way up on the annals of Rock Stardom. Rolling Stone once called the Crowes the next coming of the Stones, heavy praise for a bunch of stoners. Chris Robinson does have the perfect physique for a pro cyclist though, and damn if he is not marries to that hottie Kate Hudson.
OOOHHH back to the 'Mats. Waitress in the Sky. Once upon a Mason glass or twelve of beers at the paradise Alley I sung this song to a chick who was so happy that she was a Stewardess. I know, it was cruel, she did leave sobbing, but I was young, drunk & stupid. Those are three qualities not to put on a reesume.
Stop draggin' my heart around, the crowes again. One of my fave bands. I was once thinking of getting the "ex"ed out eyed crowes inked up onn the shoulder. Then I thought, better of it. Still, what I wicked band.
So I need some new ink. i am thin king either a fill in big colorful ankle piece to mix in w/ the calvin & hobbes dreamer tat, or a brightly colotred Norht Star on the left shoulder. Times have been stressing of late and the Star is the sign for gui=dance, find you way home type of deal. have not decided just yet.
Bittersweet, Hoodoo Gurus. Mars needs Guitars. I see Simky, Davis, Perdue, Sunday and the boys at Theta Chi circa '86 getting ripped on IC light $18 barrels from babe Lamantia. Do you ever feel that college was a high point? Some days I do, some days I wonder what a decision here or a decision there may have yielded.
#5
High school football number & Cervexza consumpyion count so far. Oops, the typos are coming now. Yhis coiuld be fun. Really, and you casn ask Ames, it is not so much the buzz as the fact that I fatfinger a keyboard whilest I hunt & peck. I sometimes get on a roll and then all typing hell breaks loose. Lords only knows what will happen. All you need to do is read the blog while looking to see what letter was in close proximity to the blundered letter.
Crowes, Sometimes Salvation. If the brothers Robinson could have onlky gootern along, (those last words are funny) they would have been way up on the annals of Rock Stardom. Rolling Stone once called the Crowes the next coming of the Stones, heavy praise for a bunch of stoners. Chris Robinson does have the perfect physique for a pro cyclist though, and damn if he is not marries to that hottie Kate Hudson.
OOOHHH back to the 'Mats. Waitress in the Sky. Once upon a Mason glass or twelve of beers at the paradise Alley I sung this song to a chick who was so happy that she was a Stewardess. I know, it was cruel, she did leave sobbing, but I was young, drunk & stupid. Those are three qualities not to put on a reesume.
Stop draggin' my heart around, the crowes again. One of my fave bands. I was once thinking of getting the "ex"ed out eyed crowes inked up onn the shoulder. Then I thought, better of it. Still, what I wicked band.
So I need some new ink. i am thin king either a fill in big colorful ankle piece to mix in w/ the calvin & hobbes dreamer tat, or a brightly colotred Norht Star on the left shoulder. Times have been stressing of late and the Star is the sign for gui=dance, find you way home type of deal. have not decided just yet.
Bittersweet, Hoodoo Gurus. Mars needs Guitars. I see Simky, Davis, Perdue, Sunday and the boys at Theta Chi circa '86 getting ripped on IC light $18 barrels from babe Lamantia. Do you ever feel that college was a high point? Some days I do, some days I wonder what a decision here or a decision there may have yielded.
Crowes, Sometimes Salvation. If the brothers Robinson could have onlky gootern along, (those last words are funny) they would have been way up on the annals of Rock Stardom. Rolling Stone once called the Crowes the next coming of the Stones, heavy praise for a bunch of stoners. Chris Robinson does have the perfect physique for a pro cyclist though, and damn if he is not marries to that hottie Kate Hudson.
OOOHHH back to the 'Mats. Waitress in the Sky. Once upon a Mason glass or twelve of beers at the paradise Alley I sung this song to a chick who was so happy that she was a Stewardess. I know, it was cruel, she did leave sobbing, but I was young, drunk & stupid. Those are three qualities not to put on a reesume.
Stop draggin' my heart around, the crowes again. One of my fave bands. I was once thinking of getting the "ex"ed out eyed crowes inked up onn the shoulder. Then I thought, better of it. Still, what I wicked band.
So I need some new ink. i am thin king either a fill in big colorful ankle piece to mix in w/ the calvin & hobbes dreamer tat, or a brightly colotred Norht Star on the left shoulder. Times have been stressing of late and the Star is the sign for gui=dance, find you way home type of deal. have not decided just yet.
Bittersweet, Hoodoo Gurus. Mars needs Guitars. I see Simky, Davis, Perdue, Sunday and the boys at Theta Chi circa '86 getting ripped on IC light $18 barrels from babe Lamantia. Do you ever feel that college was a high point? Some days I do, some days I wonder what a decision here or a decision there may have yielded.
#5
High school football number & Cervexza consumpyion count so far. Oops, the typos are coming now. Yhis coiuld be fun. Really, and you casn ask Ames, it is not so much the buzz as the fact that I fatfinger a keyboard whilest I hunt & peck. I sometimes get on a roll and then all typing hell breaks loose. Lords only knows what will happen. All you need to do is read the blog while looking to see what letter was in close proximity to the blundered letter.
Crowes, Sometimes Salvation. If the brothers Robinson could have onlky gootern along, (those last words are funny) they would have been way up on the annals of Rock Stardom. Rolling Stone once called the Crowes the next coming of the Stones, heavy praise for a bunch of stoners. Chris Robinson does have the perfect physique for a pro cyclist though, and damn if he is not marries to that hottie Kate Hudson.
OOOHHH back to the 'Mats. Waitress in the Sky. Once upon a Mason glass or twelve of beers at the paradise Alley I sung this song to a chick who was so happy that she was a Stewardess. I know, it was cruel, she did leave sobbing, but I was young, drunk & stupid. Those are three qualities not to put on a reesume.
Stop draggin' my heart around, the crowes again. One of my fave bands. I was once thinking of getting the "ex"ed out eyed crowes inked up onn the shoulder. Then I thought, better of it. Still, what I wicked band.
So I need some new ink. i am thin king either a fill in big colorful ankle piece to mix in w/ the calvin & hobbes dreamer tat, or a brightly colotred Norht Star on the left shoulder. Times have been stressing of late and the Star is the sign for gui=dance, find you way home type of deal. have not decided just yet.
Bittersweet, Hoodoo Gurus. Mars needs Guitars. I see Simky, Davis, Perdue, Sunday and the boys at Theta Chi circa '86 getting ripped on IC light $18 barrels from babe Lamantia. Do you ever feel that college was a high point? Some days I do, some days I wonder what a decision here or a decision there may have yielded.
Crowes, Sometimes Salvation. If the brothers Robinson could have onlky gootern along, (those last words are funny) they would have been way up on the annals of Rock Stardom. Rolling Stone once called the Crowes the next coming of the Stones, heavy praise for a bunch of stoners. Chris Robinson does have the perfect physique for a pro cyclist though, and damn if he is not marries to that hottie Kate Hudson.
OOOHHH back to the 'Mats. Waitress in the Sky. Once upon a Mason glass or twelve of beers at the paradise Alley I sung this song to a chick who was so happy that she was a Stewardess. I know, it was cruel, she did leave sobbing, but I was young, drunk & stupid. Those are three qualities not to put on a reesume.
Stop draggin' my heart around, the crowes again. One of my fave bands. I was once thinking of getting the "ex"ed out eyed crowes inked up onn the shoulder. Then I thought, better of it. Still, what I wicked band.
So I need some new ink. i am thin king either a fill in big colorful ankle piece to mix in w/ the calvin & hobbes dreamer tat, or a brightly colotred Norht Star on the left shoulder. Times have been stressing of late and the Star is the sign for gui=dance, find you way home type of deal. have not decided just yet.
Bittersweet, Hoodoo Gurus. Mars needs Guitars. I see Simky, Davis, Perdue, Sunday and the boys at Theta Chi circa '86 getting ripped on IC light $18 barrels from babe Lamantia. Do you ever feel that college was a high point? Some days I do, some days I wonder what a decision here or a decision there may have yielded.
It's all good
Fourth Cerveza, seconf chocoalte brownie w/ PB chips, Romandie replay on Cycling.tv, Only a Fool by the Crows on Itunes, Martini Girl is sporting a gray thong, she is hot and life is good.
I keep hearing this dinging of a bell and the screams of baby emmanating through the house. Man, I hope Russell and Dan get here soon. there is a distinct deficiency of testosteroine gong on.
Remember my rule from the previous post. No spellcheck. if i make a mistake and catch it, i will correct. If I do not catch it, then going ends up as gong. so be it.
The mates are at bear Mtn this weekend. i forsee Stephan on the podium. Dude is wicked strong this year. Deja Vu all over again as Yogi Berra woyld say.
Ozzy, Over the mountain. Come on everyone, well that would be me, make the deviul fingers. Rock on.
So Frank Schleck is 6'1" and 145#. Anywhere in the world he would be malnourished. Fir cyclists, "he looks lean". No, Frank is emmaciated! He is wicked fast and only 26, but he is proprtionately not far from Manute Bol.
Pacifico is much smoother than the nectar from the glass lined tanks of old Latrobe.
I will dare, the Replacemants. Sweet. If you dig alt rock right now, say thank you to Paul Westerberg and the 'mats.
I keep hearing this dinging of a bell and the screams of baby emmanating through the house. Man, I hope Russell and Dan get here soon. there is a distinct deficiency of testosteroine gong on.
Remember my rule from the previous post. No spellcheck. if i make a mistake and catch it, i will correct. If I do not catch it, then going ends up as gong. so be it.
The mates are at bear Mtn this weekend. i forsee Stephan on the podium. Dude is wicked strong this year. Deja Vu all over again as Yogi Berra woyld say.
Ozzy, Over the mountain. Come on everyone, well that would be me, make the deviul fingers. Rock on.
So Frank Schleck is 6'1" and 145#. Anywhere in the world he would be malnourished. Fir cyclists, "he looks lean". No, Frank is emmaciated! He is wicked fast and only 26, but he is proprtionately not far from Manute Bol.
Pacifico is much smoother than the nectar from the glass lined tanks of old Latrobe.
I will dare, the Replacemants. Sweet. If you dig alt rock right now, say thank you to Paul Westerberg and the 'mats.
Bits & pieces
Tonight I will enter a progressive drunken blogdom. No spellcheck, so as to see if alcohol impairs blogging. Keep in mind I have not drank more than three beers in succession in a looong while (not a typo). This being the first entry while on beer number three.
Ames is having a Bunko party with her friends tonight. So, I am pretty muched resigned to cooking for them, which was cool, and internet surfing while drinking.
It seems like a real cool group/gathering. Tenish ladies who get together monthly to socialize & play this card game. I wish I had ten friends to do something like that. I have ten or so teammates that I consider friends, but we are racing vs. drinking & socializing. The burgers were yummy & the pasta salad good. Nice segue, there smoooth like Ahmad rashad.
Next entry in t minus 4 or so ounces.
Ames is having a Bunko party with her friends tonight. So, I am pretty muched resigned to cooking for them, which was cool, and internet surfing while drinking.
It seems like a real cool group/gathering. Tenish ladies who get together monthly to socialize & play this card game. I wish I had ten friends to do something like that. I have ten or so teammates that I consider friends, but we are racing vs. drinking & socializing. The burgers were yummy & the pasta salad good. Nice segue, there smoooth like Ahmad rashad.
Next entry in t minus 4 or so ounces.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Muse
I need one. Pay is not very good. You get to work with a crotchety late thirties man who gives praise grudginly, is highly opinionated and suffers from bloggers block. You will surely get less satisfaction than I will, so a strong will is a must. I prefer if you have had prior muse experience. Preference will be given to those who have interests that are greater than just cycling.
Like the pharmaceutical industry, salary is commensurate to your physical presence and beauty. Pictures are required as are references of your muse works.
If you feel that you are ready for such an undertaking, knock yourself out.
Like the pharmaceutical industry, salary is commensurate to your physical presence and beauty. Pictures are required as are references of your muse works.
If you feel that you are ready for such an undertaking, knock yourself out.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Elevator talk Part Deux
I forgot another mindbender from my newfound friend yesterday. As I stated that my heritage is Norman, he looked quite quizzically at me. Before I could explain he retorted, "uh, Norway, there are a lot of Jews in Norway." Excuse me, what did you just say, I retorted in utter disbelief at the totally buffoonery that just spewed out. He replied again, "there are a lot of Jews from Norway."
I can not believe that I forgot about that gem. Oh yeah he was from West By God Virginia.
Gotta go put some noxema chamois cream on my motza balls & ride.
Later
I can not believe that I forgot about that gem. Oh yeah he was from West By God Virginia.
Gotta go put some noxema chamois cream on my motza balls & ride.
Later
Monday, May 01, 2006
Elavator talk
In my job I wear a nametag. Kind of like a Wal-Mart greeter, but with a tie and pay and benefits are arguably a little better. Also I happen to run into a great deal of people going into doctor's offices, hallways, waiting rooms and elevators. Which leads me today's adventure.
I have the good fortune of waiting for one of the world's slowest elevators when a man walks up to wait for the same elevator. There are certain rules of etiquette that should always be followed in an elevator. No staring, look ahead ro acknowledge with a simple smile. No social banter with someone you do not know, a polite hello will suffice. Actually I jumped the gun a little, as I am waiting this gentleman is just staring at me. Mostly he seems to be staring at my nametag. Luckily I have on the generic Lilly badge, as opposed to my promotional badges. We get into the elevator, and the guy makes eye contact. Actually he makes stare contact. I politely say hello. He retorts with this little gem. "I have seen a lot of Jewish names today." Excuse me, I reply. He in his best no pre-frontal cortes screening incapacity says, "your name, it is Jewish." I am absolutely dumbfounded that someone would ever say anything such as this to another person. I calmly state that the name, of which I have been led to believe is of Norman descent. He looks quizzically and asks what Norman is. I do a quick geographic explanation for him. He then stares right at me and states this mindbender. "No, your name is Jewish. I know two orthodox Jews in New York City and their last name is the same as yours. Your name is Jewish." Now keep in mind I am only travelling three floors in this godforsaken elevator, yet I have still not arrived. I politely reply, that their name may have been shortened at some time for certain reasons, as I believe the Hebe surname may have been shortened centuries ago from Hebert. He does not understand this concept, nor does he buy it. As the bell finally rings to signal my escape he states again his belief of my Jewish heritage.
What an eye opener. I was so taken aback by this guy. Thankfully he was not going in the same office I was going to see. However, he was going into the office I had lunch scheduled with. Being the good salesperson that I am, I ask a few leading questions of the office's morning. I then retell my elevator story. I wanted to hear what the office take was on this guy. It turns out he accosted the Immitrex rep right in the office waiting room about having a Jewish surname as well. That rep is not Jewish either. The ladies said the guy was really wacky and did not want treatment from the doc because Dr. Cho is Korean and my new friend did not think the doctor knew the English language.
Unreal. Another day, another learning experience of the human psyche.
I have the good fortune of waiting for one of the world's slowest elevators when a man walks up to wait for the same elevator. There are certain rules of etiquette that should always be followed in an elevator. No staring, look ahead ro acknowledge with a simple smile. No social banter with someone you do not know, a polite hello will suffice. Actually I jumped the gun a little, as I am waiting this gentleman is just staring at me. Mostly he seems to be staring at my nametag. Luckily I have on the generic Lilly badge, as opposed to my promotional badges. We get into the elevator, and the guy makes eye contact. Actually he makes stare contact. I politely say hello. He retorts with this little gem. "I have seen a lot of Jewish names today." Excuse me, I reply. He in his best no pre-frontal cortes screening incapacity says, "your name, it is Jewish." I am absolutely dumbfounded that someone would ever say anything such as this to another person. I calmly state that the name, of which I have been led to believe is of Norman descent. He looks quizzically and asks what Norman is. I do a quick geographic explanation for him. He then stares right at me and states this mindbender. "No, your name is Jewish. I know two orthodox Jews in New York City and their last name is the same as yours. Your name is Jewish." Now keep in mind I am only travelling three floors in this godforsaken elevator, yet I have still not arrived. I politely reply, that their name may have been shortened at some time for certain reasons, as I believe the Hebe surname may have been shortened centuries ago from Hebert. He does not understand this concept, nor does he buy it. As the bell finally rings to signal my escape he states again his belief of my Jewish heritage.
What an eye opener. I was so taken aback by this guy. Thankfully he was not going in the same office I was going to see. However, he was going into the office I had lunch scheduled with. Being the good salesperson that I am, I ask a few leading questions of the office's morning. I then retell my elevator story. I wanted to hear what the office take was on this guy. It turns out he accosted the Immitrex rep right in the office waiting room about having a Jewish surname as well. That rep is not Jewish either. The ladies said the guy was really wacky and did not want treatment from the doc because Dr. Cho is Korean and my new friend did not think the doctor knew the English language.
Unreal. Another day, another learning experience of the human psyche.
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