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Monthly Archives: May 2009
-Si me Matan…
-The women in the car next to me had her blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She had a masculine face. Her rear windshield was covered in Tri stickers and there was a bike rack atop her Kia. Looking over, she rolled down her window and addressed me. I lowed the volume to hear what she was saying. She said that she had seen me and some of my friends riding our bikes without helmets last week….In Boone. She told me it was up to all of us to set a good example to other cyclists.
Light Green. Go.
I have no idea who she is, although I have an idea she probably doesn’t spend too much time in Bicycle Sport.
The example I would like to set is don’t crash while going real fast down a mountain on wet roads. Or above all, make your own decisions, rather than doing what the all the other sheep do. (or lemmings if you are really into sheep.)
-Postcard today. My first one in years. I love getting letters in the mail. This one was addressed to Professor Raab. Very nice. If I get any letters, rest assured you will recieve a reply shortly.
-Kombucha is all I take away from anything, that is the best conclusion I can draw from living for almost 28 years. Good eh?
This won’t happen too many more times:
http://www.whereonearthisbill.blogspot.com/
The post about “Speed Street 09″ is amazing.
-Andrew. now the sun is coming out, the moon is soon to follow.
Some Weather
More Weather.
Yes it is raining. Scott and Blair joined me in the mountains for some training. Blair lost a bet that he would climb to the top of the hardest climb of the day faster than I would. Now he owes me $10. Also, its tough on the ego being beaten by a guy 35lbs heavier than you straight up a 22% gradient. Learn to suffer more, its all mental. (every obstacle is mental)
It has been raining hard in Charlotte for a while. I have been in the mountains. It rained there, but not quite as much. It was always warm enough to ride, and I got lots of ride time in. My bike is super dirty. I will clean it tomorrow. Busy day!
This is a made up story:
I’ve made a new friend. Spending lots of time alone I decided to entrust lots of secrets to DB. He/she stayed outside the cabin, but I felt good about our time together. I figured that it was better than only being this close with my bike. With my bike is the only consistent relationship I have ever had that is 100% mutually beneficial…maybe until now. DB might be a step up because he/she has a heartbeat, or had a heartbeat. Here is a picture story of how we met.
This is the sky that he/she came from.
This is the window that he/she smashed into, thinking it was more sky.
This is where we met after he/she’s life ended.
DB stands for Dead Bird.
This wasn’t totally my idea.
So this bird was there and was happy to listen and didn’t give me any shit about the past and really seemed to understand where I was coming from. Boy oh boy it was good to have someone to talk to.
I read this tonight: The half beautiful thing about not being attached [to anything] is the ability to tell strangers everything regardless of consequence.
Nice.
Some other thoughts outside of that. I made Blair laugh harder than he has ever laughed in front of me. It was a comment about a women wearing a hood while riding in a convertible. Its not funny if I have to type it, but trust me, it was fucking hysterical when it came out.
I am also into blaming things on the economic condition of the United States just like I hear on the radio and from everyone else. Por ejemplo: “Wow my stock went down so I’m left without a retirement! Fucking economy!”
I use it like this, “man, my car won’t start! Fucking economy!”
or
“whoah, these towels are still wet after they came out of the dryer, goddamn this economy!!!”
If you are reading this, its not that funny, but make up your own and you will realise that blaming anything on the economy is just as arbitrary as chewing caramels. Nothing is nothing. Don’t blame the economy.
Along the same lines as using silly quotes to make people smile, I’ve also adopted this one, “well, thats the way love goes” as a response to anything that people may express as a hardship.
Example:
Person: “I paid way too much for my new furniture!”
Andrew: “That’s the way love goes, bro.”
Once again, playing off of what society has placed value on, and mocking it. “That’s the way love goes” I believe is an R&B song by Janet Jackson. I think. Mis-use it any way you like. I am all about it.
I have also responded a few times with, “what goes around comes back around” which was recently re-introduced with a Justin Timberlake song.
For example:
Girl at EarthFare: “Yeah, the prices of tomatoes has been the same for years hasn’t it?”
Andrew: “Yep, you know what goes around comes back around.”
She had no idea what hit her. Its so confusing but then people really start to dig deep to apply it to the situation and will reply with some type of confirmation. Also I love it.
This is my stupid blog for the day. Wait until next week when I type about trust funds and a boy named Sue.
-Andrew
I bought these compression socks from the local medical supply store. They are amazing. They cover my feet and all the way up my calves. I have the thy-high compression socks on order. Justin made fun of me for having them at first, now he has been talking about them non stop! And he sure can talk!
I’m very excited. Today I worked for a local photographer for 13 hours and my legs feel great since I had those socks on! Some credit should also be paid in the way of the amazing spinach salad I had for lunch. I’m working on some new techniques that are really putting this salad over the top.
Mountains here I come. It is 11.27, what better time to drive?
Andrew
Congratulations to the new leader of the Giro. I put my money on Denny Menchov and the odds were 40:1. Guess who is coming out on top! Nine stages to go, lets hope he can hang on.
Don’t read this fucking blog.
My friend Irina K writes, “Dear Andrew, I hope your blood health is well….” super funny. Ohh translations.
She did conclude with something that perhaps she read in a book, and it translated perfect.
“a dreamers last resort in holding on to his dreams. romantics waste their lives.”
Its a good idea to pay tribute to this album, which we all remember from high school, even those of us who came from super white upscale Connecticut households.
Rolling Stone’s first review condemmed the album to failure, noting the album was a “frightening amalgam of inner-city street games that includes misogynist sexual politics and violent revenge scenarios”. Fucking idiots. Yet another reason not to read that publication.
Fallin’ back on that ass with a hellified gangsta’ lean
Gettin’ funky on the mic like a’ old batch o’ collard greens
It’s the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P
D O double G Y D O double G ya’ see
Showin’ much flex when it’s time to wreck a mic
pimpin’ ho’s and clockin’ a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don’t quit
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin’ G shit
This wasn’t written by some music exec’s in an office imagining up some ripped thug-persona-dirty-grill wearing guys to rehearse on stage in front of a bunch of other hood rats who probably grew up middle class. No no, this was actually original. I sometimes think that this album might have been some of the last original music to ever hit the ears of public. Maybe not. Justin disagrees. There is nothing new under the sun. So why even be an artist or musician? Guess what? Its been done before you! and probably better. I struggle with the same dilema. Why race my bike? It isn’t a unique experience. Might as well move to Compton and get real. (even though today Compton is a nice place to live, it wasn’t when Dre and Snoop were kicken’ it.)
