Evel

Whatever it was Evel Knievel is dead. I remember being a kid and watching on the wide world of sports him doing another stupid stunt. A man ahead of his time. White trash was never so entertaining in the 70s before COPS and reality TV..

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Aerobics Class

I know a lot of people have probably seen this but I can't imagine the popularity of cross in Belgium and Holland if this what the sport is tied to. Sure, it looks like an aerobics class from 1992 but holy shit is it funny.

Honey

I made the good stuff again today, I am trying to embrace my break, I know I have a few left but the tires are going soft as I type. As I took my first sip today the espresso had an odd smell, honey mustard, hmmmm? Pronounced too, it was there, did the 1/2&1/2 pick up something? The fridge did die the other day, about 36 hours of no working for the damn thing had a lot of our food on the way out. After it was fixed we've eaten a few meals, had enough to get sick but maybe a low-grade food issue doesn't always surface right away. Don't buy GE products, in less than 5 years we have had almost 500$ go into the fridge. Bummer, but is that bad? maybe that explains why Brian hangs out so long. I have to gain at some point, no? Staying where I do without a shift in weight? Granted, I weigh myself about 3 times a year.

Limping

Feast and famine all at once, it changes by the hour. Listening for the next shift, it doesn't always come. Waiting for news of the next beginning, hoping it involves me and a better arrangement of the cards. I can only hope that the work is enough and the keys fit the locks.

Ever

5 is cold. Even rolling the SSCX bike trying to build up some sort of heat was tough. Only one near-miss, some bitch in a bmw didn't think I was far enough to the right of the white line. The road isn't always big enough. Listening to my breathing at the end i finally got over the chill of the first 30 minutes and got to a slightly warmer place. I think the 3 Mothership Wits (may new favorite brew) last night might have put the ghosts to sleep. I have an almost tangible better feeling about life. I see the light at the end of the tunnel and it is good.

How many more?

The cooking is coming from inside not the stove. I try to listen but I feel deaf. Rolling the icy roads today the cars seemed closer. I feel more distant from the season and growing the wheels for what's left is getting harder. Maybe a real rest is needed, not the sort of push, limp into the off season that usually happens. I fill the void with food, good stuff, no junk, plenty of Illy to get through the morning, always sad after the last sip. If I could have it all day, I probably would. Sushi last night just didn't do the trick. I know the balance is off, not agreeing with the food and the constant fatigue. I eat, feel better for a bit, and it all just makes me sleepy.

Foolish

I got out on Thursday with the only person I could find foolish enough to go. No other takers and if it wasn't for my own insane chemical imbalance, I too would have stayed in, thanks Jeff, for taking a guy for a ride, I'm slow to get photos up these days but at least they're up. 16 as I rolled past a bank on the South side. On a bike 16 is chilly but, skiing it feels fine, similar gear too. Hmmmmm.

Red

I think this is car that almost ran me off the road the other day. I can only hope that they feel as strongly about the Bushies as they do the need to spew this kind of hate. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of anger, I just direct it elsewhere. The more I live the more I get angry that people can be this DUMB. It's fun to wonder how they get to this point. Too much homogeny? Too little exposure to diversity? I live in a pretty white-washed place but I know what other cultures and ethnicities are like, the bank in Aurora a few weeks ago was scary but that's another thing. I don't have hate-fostering stickers perpetuating a homogeneous society. Not that I needed further proof that rednecks suck.

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