G.F'ing.R.

And i have one.

You want a piece of my heart?

Gotta go waste some time watching jackass
heh.

Cawledge sure is stressful.

On a lighter note, I went for my first mountain bike ride in weeks this afternoon. It was a wonderful hour and half of sliding over wet leaves and falling around slick corners going as fast as i could. The woods smelled like wet leaves and deer urine. I rustled a few pheasants and saw numerous deer bounding through the bare woods. Just the right treatment to put the fun back into the bike and temporarily rid my mind of the deadlines that constantly wrack my mind. I am much relieved, though, to have found an off campus place to live for the next three years. We found a 9 bedroom house on the west end of town, just a block from campus. It's killer, and even more killer that we were able to find a house to live in as SOPHMORES. Pop's won't be keen on it.

...and rob some rich folk

halloween...pshh
News for the NIGHT:
Some drunk kid is sitting outside screaming. Surrounded by about 6 or so cop cars and suvs plus an ambulace, all I can hear from the room are screams having something or other to do about his eyes/mouth/nose burning (from mase) whilst he sits on the curb in handcuffs and 7 officers stand around and watch. What a scene. What the fuck. I hope he got what he deserved because it sounds awfuly harsh.
rock on and on, like an addiction , keepin' ya hooked.

Abode

Pure creativity in the place of residence. Check it out.

And, it's raining

I feel like a major slacker; miniscule amount of work has been done this week and it feels like even less to me. Thank's to my father, my work ethic is incredibly overbearing, being such that when I'm not busting my balls into slivers to get something of anything done, my conscience rots my insides into the bottom most layer of your compost pile. Important point here is that even though im a procrastinator and slacker, I hate the feeling that I'm not doing the right work or the work that i need to be doing when in actual reality there isn't any work to be done at all.
NYC tomorrow; hopefully. I've been pretty 50-50 on it. Just like the soda that my grandfather used to get me when i was little. "50-50" It was some good stuff; 50 of it was lemon and the other 50 lime. This weekend is the Michigan State game. The superbowl of PSU college football. I have no ticket of course, but it's still the weekend that we're playing Michigan State. Good time for me to get out.
Have fun.

I...

I love writing.

I love the way that words flow when properly placed together in a well constructed sentence.
Eloquence. at it's best, as i strive to attain.
There's something I feel that i can express in words on paper or in text that i can't in ordinary conversation. I'm clumsy with words out of my mouth. Writing allows me to communicate with only my mind; no nerves or people to clog up my mind with nervousness so that i stumble and choke over my pronunciations, only to come out with something exactly sdrawkcab of what i was intending to say. Simply myself and these black and white shapes. I wonder if this is a breakthrough for me. I sure hope not. I hate writing essays and papers. I know i dont want to do anything with writing in my life. But what if i do? I miss words when we are apart. I enjoy writing whatever i feel is worthy of being expressed in words; so why not? noo

I have successfully
wasted
an entire night
of doing absolutely nothing at all, well other than working health foods and exerballing for :30, and it felt great. I haven't had free time in months.

She's finally done:

Sorry for the poor photo skills

Some day.

FLASH!dance

The era of musical dryness has finally been quenched. I finally took steps in the right direction of warrantying my iPod and should be able to get the latest video iPod. What I'm gonna use a little 2x2 video screen to watch, I don't know, but at least i have more than i need or can use and that's what really counts. Stupid Apple.
Musical reviewsive:
thanks to ryber for telling me about Deep Dish. They're a good listen, especially "Flashdance." It rocks some sweet electro-guitar and sexxy vocals that make me wanna grind it, which is quite unusuall for a whitey like myself. I spent twenty minutes today dancing around my kitchen to it while i made lunch. I damn well sure am going to see them live. In my saturday night slump after punching it at work, i did some myspacing and was excited to find the KOC because, I want to be, Erlend O.y.e.

Hard effort training stuff is hurts. Maybe that's why it's called hard effort and not like, nice! effort or glad! effort... I wonder if any of this is actually making me any faster.

kfk.ext

So nice to have warm weather in early March; after so much cold and frost-freeze from long wintry rides, I've really come to appreciate warmth. Another beautiful thing is 5 am rides, like my morning ride. It was just perfect, leave the driveway right before the sun starts glowing and being out while the sun comes up is such an enlightening feeling. All but the cars. When you are driving you really never think about air pollution or anything like that because you are inside of your car all comfortable and sealed, but when you're in the opposite perspective and not resting easily inside your megaSUV you realize how bad a few single cars actually smell/taste. I don't mean to outwardly sound like the hippie tree-hugger that i may really be, but unless you live in iceland, air is bad and there's nothing that is going fix it. I always try to do my part though; I pull out/cut off as many cars in town as I can while I'm on my bicycle, and know it's been a good day when a few fingers have been flipped or bottles thrown.
Picked up a hopefully exciting new novel today for a school read, Kafka on the Shore Haruki Murakami. Am I a nerdo now? Hope not, I like asian writers; they're metaphysically boggling and who could be a cooler author than Murakami? he listens to Radiohead and drinks Smirnof while writing.

Who wants to start racing, especially on the road? Well me. Boo for road racing on my 23 pound piece of junk, definitely not a self esteem booster to go up against a bunch of nubes with feathery little cycles while im trying to make my stone age granite wheels go in circles. Anything for training, but f* being tired all of the time.

T doesnt listen to the radio for one reason, he's not mainstream. But under extenuating circumstances he is sometimes forced to turn the dial like his great grandfather might have done as he sat in his wooden chair and lit his corn-cob pipe. Well, since the death of my closest friend i, T has been lost for a source of rhythm. He and Mr. Pod had many a memorable time chilling or riding together, hell, he even got him through some of the longest rides and races that his legs know. Consequently, much more radio has been playing while crusing in RED as of late. I usually keep it down in the public radio channels, but today i decided to get my hip hoppin' and listen to some HOTT 92. im not sure now what to do with all tha junk inside my trunk
Need to get the iPod warrantied
Also made one of the smarter choices that i have all year and picked up a set of booties. No more frost-bitten toes after cold rides
Tonight while working at the carb kitchen i was graced with the acquaintence of two trucker manz. They fooled me, i would have thought they would have been sailors by the amount of adverbs and adjectives they so casually belted out in the middle of the restaurant. They were really something else, very friendly though; wanted to talk lots and everything... College: psu, main (you must be quite the brain then!); Sports: cycling (woah); Alcohol: eeh..; Girls:whaaa? stopping here, you can imagine what sicko truckers might say...
I've met tons of interesting people while working there, it's kinda cool. Although, some people i would rather not have met, like this one creepy guy who pays way too much attention to whatever im doing.

Senioritis? Seniorslikeus,

Being a senior is a tough job. With all the hassle of getting into school, applying for scholarships and financial aid and not to mention keeping grades at a premium level of achievement and remaining a sparkling figure of social stature, one becomes quite overwhelmed and worn out by the hustle and drone of the daily grind. While not always so pitiless, some weeks take a harder toll than do others and one must take one of the nice senior liberties to liberate his soul from the bellows of the public education system. I'm pretty much just full of hot air, but not as much as I discovered today that the employees at Starbucks do. Yep, today Johny-love and I made a senior skip day, and what a beautifully educating one it was. The new Target is open in Carlisle. Target is the new Wal-Mart, no, Wal Mart for the middle class. No, seriously though, if you are going to contribute to submissive big corporation consumption you better damn well go to Tar-ghay. And if you have nothing else to do with your sorry friends on saturday night, Target is the place to be. Anywho, Target was cool, and new. Our adventure also turned out to include a visit at the Cornerstone coffeeshop. I was ordering caffeination and Jon managed to subject himself to a the conversings of a cracked out contaminant of the holy spirit. This dude was the most whacked out crackster I've ever seen. Beannie hat, oldie person bifocals with flip-down uv's, collared button down, sweatpants and brown shoes, shaking all over, running into stools and preacing to innocent laptop concentrated junkies. Say I don't get out much, but, maybe I don't. Also picked up my new bi-cycle, and it's beautiful.

All in all, days off of school are better than days in, but if every day was an off day nothing would get done. My lovely Miss I-get-out-two-periods-early-every-day-and-everything's-soo haard(phew) thinks that everyone should just take a week off and all would be better. What about the people who make sure you have water? And power? Or how about the people at Panera who make your sandwich or crispani? Or charge you ridiculous amounts of money for organically non GMO'd foods? Yeah that's why I have to go to work. And what about the fat looser with no social life other than his Panera Blog? wait, what am i doing...

Rainy days are tiring, but they actually make some things all the better. For example, warm music like Frequent Flyer seems all the more Brazillian, drinking coffee is twice as satisfying as it is on a normal day and having to be inside at work isn't so painful.

In one month and five days, i will be in Monterey CA at the Sea Otter Classic. I still havent realized yet that I'm going all the way to California to race my bicycle, but once I do, It's going to be really exciting. How many times, other than if you've got parents with loads of money laying around, do you get the chance to go to California with minimal expense to your wallet? None the less, my second trip by air should be fun. Gotta go punch the clock.

I dont really like late nights alone like this, but I am unable to sleep right now so what better thing to do than post my numb ramblings in here. The countdown begins, less than two months to the first hee-haw gid-up of the year. Michaux AND French Creek, two races in one weekend for the very first race(s) of the season. Both are fairly long, and both are fairly technical because of course everyone thinks Michaux is the hardest race on the east coast. Too bad it's the easiest. It'd be nice to have bigger wheels by then.

I really love the Grateful Dead. Not to be cliche hippie, but for some reason i find them to be quite appealing. Kashi thinks they are too country, but I don't. Just so long as i can stay away from tye-dye and patchouli...

Olympicly Intoxicated

This is the first time this year (other than clips on the overhead tv's at the gym) that I've watched the olympics. I dont really find them that interesting, I would rather go out and slide on my own snowboard, but I haven't yet seen enough of them to say they are boring. It would have been so cool to see the ancient Grecian Olympics, it's really too bad that they don't do any sort of fighting events today.Hah! Those guys must have been tougher than, um, railroad ties, yeah; tough. I found out that i really like swimming laps. It's pretty hard, especially since most of the work is done just to keep my skinny self afloat, but its great cardio and a lot of fun. I suppose i should spend more time on the bicycle, but it's hard sometimes with work and school and trying to start planning for college. It's getting close, yesterday i decided that i am going to live in the South Halls during summer ses. Sounded pretty cool, there's a coffee shop, some athlete-oriented dining hall called "Healthy Horizons" and it's close to main drag State College. My list for essential-to-survival items has started with so far:
1. the Espresso machine
2. the Bicycle
3. the Laptop
4. the iPod
and will continue to grow, but learing to live minimalist might be difficult.
I hope there is a Whole Food Store in State College that i might get employment with. Working at the local health nut store has paid off more than i could have ever asked for. I'm always coming home with something whether it's produce that's not pretty enough for the shelf of a bottle of salad dressing with a crack in the lid. Tonight's spoils were 2 lbs of crimini mushrooms. I was also gifted with a student's vegetarian cookbook which should have a recepie to use up some of these mushrooms. I dont see any reason for me to become a vegetarian in the near future, but i hope to be able to cook tasty meatless dishes for my veggie princess.

The bobsled has come on, that looks insane. A couple of guys in a rickety sled going did i hear 80 mph!? down a tunnel of ice. That takes some balls. There's way too much fluff though, who wants to hear about some hometown football jock during the winter olympics?
Time to look for more scholarships.

Re

So much lately i've felt that i need to do something huge with my life. I'm not sure what has provoked this desire, probably the fact that before I know it I'm going to have to be taking care of myself and wiping my own ass, but I've been thinking a lot about the things that I used to dream about doing. When you're a kid you dream about becoming something big or going someplace fancy when you grow up, and now you're about to start deciding what you really do want to do when you're all "grown up" and all of those dreams come back to you in a weird sort of way. Things are no longer, "ohh i want to be an archaeologist when i grow up" but more like, how can i become one, and what course of study do i have to follow. I was a pretty adventurous little kid, and i feel like my sense of adventure is coming back to me; my wanderlust. I think i've been forgetting a lot of the things that were so important to me when i was a kid. From now on it's an adventure.

I've learned so much this weekend.
Did you know that darkness is caused by an accretion of "black air" which is essentially a staining of the atmosphere due to volcanic eruptions too fine to be seen with the naked eye, as well as industrail activities involving coal-tar by-products and vegetable dyes? What about the fact that sleep is simply a succession of fainting-fits brought on by semi-asphyxiation due to the affore mentioned concept? This makes room for the idea that death is merely a collapse of the heart from a lifetime of fits and fainting to stand true.
-de Selby,
Ridiculous.

my chili plants have started to grow. i sprouted chili plants. i have growing, chili plants.

The snow was beautiful today. I usually don't enjoy snow much anymore because it really puts a damper on bicycle rides, but today i was really able to see it's essence of beauty. Whatever, i took Kashi for the most dangerous hike she probably has ever/will go on, but we had a great time in the snow. I wonder what this guy de Selby would have to say on the subject of snow? There was snow on all of the trees and just the right amount of sun and cold were being mixed in the atmosphere. This is where i begin to get a little embarassed because i feel so at home in the middle of the woods which means I'm no longer a mature individual, im more like a little kid. I think about how i really want to live in a city, any city, city somewhere. I want to be in that; the action, the fun, the efficiency and convenience of it all. And then i think of how i love to be in nature. How i love to spend as much time as i can just being isolated and away from stupid humans. And then again i think about how i wanted to live in the city...

For your fulfillment of ambient(ce), listen to The Orb. They are way cool.

Later y'all, it's my bed-time and for once i have no homework.

I just read an entire 200 page book; The Third Policeman by Flann O'Brien. I'm drinking some stale mah-tayy too. That book was crazy. If there is north south east and west and the world is round, you will eventually come back to where you started if you walk in a straight line. Thus all directions other than two are rendered useless. Lots of other F'd up stuff too.

I went into walmart to pick up one thing on my way home today. Too bad it is the only grocery on my end of town because when you're heading back to the ranch and you need something you can either go without it or go to wallyworld. I wish i had just gone without it. For my whole of 3 minutes inside of this monstrosity i encountered creatures the likes of which I expect to see in the next Star Wars movie and hydrogenally re-reprocessed foodstuffs. From now on, I resolve to go to Giant or Whole Foods like I normally do, the extra cost is worth the experience.

tay tay is very excited to get to penn state. I will have no summer, but it's going to be the best move of my life. Well at least this far. Wonderful places to ride and they have a very large team so i assume great support, no one making fun of me for being a (college) hippie because i probably won't be the only one in that general classification, no more opressive parents telling me what i like/dont, want/dont etc. because it could go on forever.

Future Farmer

What a nice weekend it has been. I always get to sunday evening in complete dread of having to do my homework. For once i did my homework ahead of time, because i spent probably 2 hours in the dickinson library researching and writing my lit. crit. paper. Relaxing.
Saturday it rained and rained, and then rained some more. Beautiful weather to ride in! And that's just what I did. Saturday was the high school's winter formal at the comfort suites here in Carlem. So, my pretty lady and I got all dressed up and went out to dinner instead. Dances are pretty boring if you ask me. We went to a Moroccan cuisine restaurant that she knew of called Sahara. Very nice, very eclectic little place; we sat in traditional Moroccan seating and ate hummus and eggplant and had Moroccan mint tea.

I am soon to be a farmer. Think i found a new hobby. Right now i am trying to start chili plants so maybe one day i can make hot sauce with. We'll see what happens, im using a 150 watt grow light which i can leave on for a while. So far it's just a learning experience.

And OH, how could i forget? Penn State University Park!! I'm extra excited this time, psu was my first choice of schooling but i lost interest because i never heard back. Until now! To get into main campus as a freshman i have to enroll in the summer session which consists of two 3- or 4- credit courses from mid june to mid august. My summer is gone, but it will be a smooth transition into a school of such massive stature.

Would you mind?

I spent a good two hours walking around downtown Pittsburgh by myself today. Cities are interesting; I love them. So much goes on. Saw a lot to buy but managed only to splurge on a much needed lb. of espresso beans and an artzy Bodum espresso cup. I have an intense addiction to caffiene and i should probably quit, but it's too good.

HAH! Emeril is making fish tacos. When I was a sophmore I doubled up science courses to take Chem I, which put me in with all upper classmen. One of the girls in our class had some american eagle made up wannabe vintage restaurant shirt that said something about fish tacos. My lab partner informed me what a fish taco really was. She never wore that shirt again. Ohh, 10th grade was a fun year.

Not really looking forward to coming home anytime soon. Riding out here is much too fun.

Compeuteur Genieus.

Woah-ha western PA riding is nice. Today i rode in North Park in Allegehney Co. My new favorite overall park. It's very beautiful and they have just about everything^3. Literally and metaphorically; there is a swimming pool, but it's huge. A gorgeous boathouse, that's huge. A skating rink, that's giant. And baseball fields of not one, but numerous. Same with the trails. Fun and loopey singletrack that, save January rain showers, would be stupendously drypack fun. I didnt see a massive volume of trails, but was able to put together a nice 2.5 hr loop. It would be nice to ride with someone in the know who knows what the rest of the park has secretly in store.

Brain slothed.

Narcicism

Im currently in a creative slump, but listening to Madlib makes it come back. Going to sleep in tomorrow. Went to the Dickinson College library during my first few peroids today. That place is incredible.I could live inside of it. It's so huge and makes me feel so thirsty to read and become knowledgeable and educated. How crazy to think of all the pages and words and information and ideas; i wanted to spend the whole day there and just learn about the things I like and the things that are relevent to me, not some absurd high school cirriculum. I hope college turns out to be at least somewhat of how i hope it will be.

Tonight two girls from the "Treehouse" on dickinson campus came into the whole food store. The treehouse is the college's sustainable living house for their super-hippie students. It seems like a very cool idea though; you make all of your (vegan) food, no heat above 60 degrees, 3 minute showers 3x a week. Fun way to live through your college years. What if more americans thought a little more about those kinds of things? Sandy likes the idea, she says it's going to be "kids teaching the adults" because they don't know anymore. None the less, these girls were pretty out there. Apparently there used to be lots of cool kids who lived there and Sandy was good freinds with many of them. She said they used to come into the store and she would give them the produce and such that was going out of date because they weren't wasteful and realized that dates don't mean anything. But no one comes in for that stuff anymore. After this semester they plan on tearing the treehouse down.

Training with a serious attitude is hard. Volume is hard to fulfull and I'm always tired. I've still got motivation and i feel pretty good. Tomorrow is my rest day, and that I'm going to do. I plan on sleeping until 7 and taking as many naps as possible. I dont know how the ballet dancers do it. They dance for some 30 hours a week? That's strength; i would feel burned out all of the time. Guess when you like something enough to do it 30 hours a week, you never get tired of doing it. Do wish i could do 30 hour bicycle weeks though. Maybe 30 hours of sleep; definitely not 30 hours of work..

Deepilly Dep

I've been getting pretty deep on the world lately. I love being that way, but it gets pretty frightening after a lot. I think it's all this Sartre that ive been reading lately. I also passed through my first DUI checkpoint on the way home from the big chili pepper. It made me really nervous because i dont much like policemen.

I'm watcing SNL right now. The Strokes are playing and they definitely don't have the something that they used to when i first heard them. Sounds like something has changed in the effort of their singer's voice

The weather was so beautiful today. I rode mtbikes with the beatnik today. After about 5 minutes i had to shed all my layers to my shorts and jersey. It was unseemingly warm for The middle of February. I dont like that though because im sure it means that winter will come in March and then spring racing will be as muddy as possible.

So everyone tells me i look a lot like "the guy on scrubs", well whoever that is... So i look like Zach Braff and i dont watch scrubs so i found out who this guy is. I really dont look like Zach Braff.

I need to get productive.

I've been getting pretty deep on the world lately. I love being that way, but it gets pretty frightening after a lot. I think it's all this Sartre that ive been reading lately. I also passed through my first DUI checkpoint on the way home from the big chili pepper. It made me really nervous because i dont much like policemen.

I'm watcing SNL right now. The Strokes are playing and they definitely don't have the something that they used to when i first heard them. Sounds like something has changed in the effort of their singer's voice

The weather was so beautiful today. I rode mtbikes with the beatnik today. After about 5 minutes i had to shed all my layers to my shorts and jersey. It was unseemingly warm for The middle of February. I dont like that though because im sure it means that winter will come in March and then spring racing will be as muddy as possible.

So everyone tells me i look a lot like "the guy on scrubs", well whoever that is... So i look like Zach Braff and i dont watch scrubs so i found out who this guy is. I really dont look like Zach Braff.

I need to get productive.

.

The state of humanity.
Why do we let people like this govern ourselves? Ignorant bastards. When you think about it, it gets scary... if history really does repeat itself, where do we stand in the cycle? Are we begining to decline as a nation? Because you know we eventually will. Whatever, I'm really just a stupid kid who gets excited over nothing.

Jean Paul Sartre is my new favorite writer. He is much alike Albert Camus and if i could put it into rock and roll terms, if Camus is classic rock then Sartre is Heavy Metal. The Doobie Brothers vs. Pantera. Sartre is very philosophical in his writing, imploring the ideals of existentialism. What if when you die, you cease to exist?

I'm done with the deep shit. I think it's because i drank mate instead of coffee today. Maybe i'll stick with that from now on.

I'm definitely getting into the new wave thing right now. Check out We Are Scientists.

Wadidusay?

Im listenting to some more Zap Mama. Yo daddy they are the she-izzle. Heard about the Balkan Beat Box on NPR today. They suck but i won't bash them because sometimes i end up liking music i once hated, although it really doesn't look good for the BBB.

The weather today was sub incredible for january. I left my house around 10:00 am and 50 degrees and returned 3 hours later covered with plenty of extra 39 degree moisture. My body is starting to get used to the cold, especially my toes. Maybe it is because ive come near-frostbite so many times that there are no nerve endings or blood vessels left in my toes to sense any temperature changes. Trails were beautiful. There's a layer of wet leaves over most trails which makes for sketchy fun corners. I rode down Pole's Steeple in Michaux.(crazy shit) ATV riders piss me off. I almost got hit. Some daddys and sons came by me and the sons all of a sudden started to race each other on their fun size 4-willers other past their father and subsuquently into my pussy ass. Oh, the state of humanity. Get your kids on bikes. They will learn so much more than pushing a lever with their thumb and get some excercise so that they they don't end up like the rest of the upstanding citizens of the United Cakes of Fatmerica. 64% of the American population is obese or overweight. Doesn't anyone care about that? It's been declared an epidemic by the surgeon general Richard Carmona. The state of humanity...

Sorrynocoolpictures..tomorrow.

I always enjoy getting spam mail. The subjects are always quite enjoyable. Some highlights include...

"but pepperoni, try deportation"

"amoeba congressman singular"

"Onofredo some, deface the arisen"

"not failure some willa"

What happens when you take heavily reused clay, wax resist, high fire glaze and multiply it by a freako high school art teacher? Bam. A scary looking piece of dirt.

This was only the first time ive ever worked with clay. My current projects are damn better. A box with Roy Lichtenstein's Crying Girl scraffito'ed into the four sides. (i split the picture into 4 parts and did one quarter on each side of the box.) And a fok face jug that originated from something like this.

Work has sarted at the big Chili pepper and it seems like a fun place to work. I dont think i will ever have to worry about being understaffed or anything like that. They ruined my much anticipated philadelphia visit because i have to be there for training, but we get to eat all of the cooks' practice.

Midterms are nice in the sense that they cut down the amount of subject material on the exam, but on the other hand you have that quarter grade weighted test stress four nights compared to the previous two. AnyHO, the big 'ole English essay is over with. I had such a great feeling, everything flowed like water. Notice how my blog entry today has such an exquisite literal touch? Thats right daddy. I love that feeling during races; as in physical efforts of course. Everything flows. You can attack until your breath is raging but there's no lactic buildup burning in your legs. Nobody can touch you and what a feeling it is.

Catching the train to philthy on saturday. I'm excited to stay with dieter. It will be fun to see where all of my hard work training will put me in comparison to his riding. Learning to ride in the city will be crazy. None the less, im excited to learn it city.

I'm going to college! First acceptance, Drexel U. Now if i could only figure out a major. Lately ive been thinking about health sciences which could lead to sports medicine or whatever; im thinking i wanna help people. I dont even remember sending them all of my materials. Certainly not my top pick, but I've not been there yet. I really want to live in the city. Anyway, woot whoot. Hopefully i am going to visit sometime in the very near future. I want to see the Body Worlds exhibit while im in Philly, it looks gut wrenching, and visit an Illy cafe. I am thoroughly excited.

My laptop is very impressive at how many applications it can handle at once. He's a strong little bub but i'd better watch what i say....crash.

Electric Demons In Love

The word that best describes me is "doofis." I walk into doors, trip over my toes, choke on words. I'm hot shit.

Pckkkchhh.

"I got so much love,
I dont know where to put it.
I feel so good
I dont know what to do.
And i dont mind
The forces of evil
If they bring me closer to you."
Thanks to Dieter Ryan Leech's fabulous blog for reminding me about Electric Six. Gay bar retro vinatge garage rock that's like helium for your ego. Right now he is probably getting down and dirty to some Ferry Corsten in the big apple schnopps. What a lucky bub, mid atlantic cyclocross rockstar, photographer ladyfriend in nyc and an affinity for electronic music. I'll be there soon enough.

Training is getting pretty serious. No time to spend at the gym after school so i was a good boy and got up at 5:00 to go. Morning people at the gym are funny. A. most all are over the age of 50 so no girlies to pump it for, B. full of B.S, C. more friendly than the evening power lifters. Some guy asked me if i wrestle. No, i race bicycles (here comes an extravagant explanation that clears up absolutely nothing.) Oh like mountain bikes?? Yeah. I used to race but i havent in a while, stopped about 4 years ago. Well what'd'ya know.
Later on... "I used to race with Floyd Landis back when he was just a kid. He'd show up to the michaux races in shorts and a button shirt because he's mennonite but he'd f*ckin' kick everyone's ass. He was just unbelieveable. Now look where he is"
"Yeah thats awesome, i heard he used to ride his bike to venues, race then ride home cause he couldn't drive there."
"Yeah he was really something else."

Funny infomercail whillst i was excercising this a.m, the sauna belt... if you wear this hot belt around your stomach for just 50 minutes, you will be as ripped as the dudes in the comercial.

Late nite comedy is dry, and hispanic. I don't find hispanics funny.

please donate a new title suggestion...

I really hate reality television. I dont watch much of any television in the first place, but that is probably why. None of that stuff is real, why is that interesting anyway. I did like Gastineau Girls. Just because i was in love with Brittny's green eyes.

Royksopp is on the list. More music from norway, but i love it so.

I really liked this picture. i took it.


















I think Pittsburgh might be the city where the sun never shines












Photos are phunn

I'm not really feeling this new nocturnal style. I'd much rather be a morning person, but things seem to be more fun at night. That really scares me. My transformation into a cyborg computer freak might be reving it's engine.

I just finished watching the Pink Panther "Shot in the Dark" those movies amuse me too much and they're so much better than pretty much all movies that came out this year.

Happy new year everyone.

Rode today with Kyle. We did a little "poaching" on the state game lands at Lamb's Gap. Funny that riding your bike is considered poaching, because it does oh so much damage. I really don't know what people think, but i don't like to get started on that subject. Anyway, the trails there are incredible. It's really too bad that place is illegal for people to ride. From the sounds of it, it was pretty much the mecca of mountain bike rides. What a great thing to think about...so many people getting together to spend time out of doors and get good excercise. Now its all shut off to all law-abiders and is all about the bubs huntin' bucks. Kyle says that he used to ride in group rides there a lot and that's where he picked up a lot of his bike handling skills. Wonder where they all went?

A frequent in the iPod lately has been Zap Mama. They are urban afro-european with mostly french lyrics which is good for me because im oh so fond of non-american artists, and they are from belgium. I'm not sure what it is about music from that part of the globe, but it's good. Very funky stuff, my favorite is called "M'toto" Give them a listen.