stealing

another day wasted

didja know that "okele" means "butt" in hawaiian? well now you do.

this just in!

good things DO happen to good people...
makes me feel good inside to know that somewhere out there there are folks who want to make sure that you know if your neighbor is a nazi.

nothing to report

i have this weird drive to write lately but when i sit down at the machine nothing comes out. i have cerebral constipation.
things i want to write lately...

-prop stuff for work splicing the "wobbly shop" into our little co-op procedures

-fiction involving spontaneous development of paranormal/occult abilities across the u.s.

-lyrics that go with the song title "me and gene debs"

i'm sure there's other stuff as well.
meh.
parting shot...

after a short hiatus in the golden land of somnolence...

...we're back to the iron kingdom of insomnia. blerg.

starting to hit back

feeling a bit better, going to try running tomorrow.
formulating some thoughts on where most self-described "activists" shoot themselves in the foot. keep in mind, i won't be talking about "issue activists" like union organizers or abortion rights activists, i'm talking about people who describe and define themselves as "activists" in a sort of brando-esque "whaddya got?" sense. stay tuned, it'll be fun.
in the meantime i recommend getting your read on, it's getting cold up here in the great white north.

...and coming

and now i have the plague. i quit.

the hits just keep on coming

in the proud tradition of "the best laid plans of mice and men" my 'cross season looks pretty well torpedoed at this point due to a broken fork on the 'cross bike that i can't afford to replace and a single speed mountain bike that i don't have the bars that i need for.
even if i could afford the fork by the time i'd get it 'cross season would be pretty much over.
i'm fucked, i hate this shit, i was really looking forward to racing 'cross since i missed the ENTIRE mountain bike racing season due to work.
blerg.
-willis

now we're getting somewhere

47 degrees, drizzle and rain, 10 miles on the girlfriends steamroller, 2.5 miles running, fork or no fork i'm going to be ready for 'cross. now i just need a working bike...

dispatch from the front, sah!

all bikes broken, going running. yes, running, like without cops chasing me and everything. it's a funny old world innit?

ups and downs

good news: getting tipped a sixer of "fat squirrel" beer for being the (admittedly lesser) half of the mechanical team that got jennifer nowlin from peace coffee racing through a kickass season, kickass like first overall in her age group for women's elite mountain bikers, extra kickass because she just had a kid 6 months ago! whoop whoop!

bad news: having the 43 lb, 8' trailer that you're pulling full of bikes for your job be so poorly maintained that it flips 3 times during the course of two store to store transfers and breaks the fork on your 'cross bike. the week before you are going to start racing. and the warranty won't cover it. and the aforementioned job won't cover it. ugh. looks like i'll be racing 'cross on my single speed mountain bike. and a new fork will run me $220 that i don't have. anyone need some plasma?

blerg.