We were going to ride Saturday. I was actually thinking about joining in. Really I was. Seemed like it might work out for me. The morning was open. Friday tho, it looked like rain. Seemed like a good chance.
Saturday morning seemed the same. It wasn't raining, but seemed like it was going to. There were several emails. I was sure it was going to rain, so I had already bailed. I was sending emails. And I watched it rain, and I watched the riders bail. Not sure what REB did.
Today was a nice day. I managed a nice motorcycle ride. I cleaned up a lot as well. No ride, but it was good.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I want to, REALLY I do
I like blogging but much like my last post, there is that whole time thing. Also, as before, I haven't been riding or doing much besides gaining weight. Its the same routine every morning...squeeze into the pants and then try to stretch the waistband. Sigh. I guess I've also been waiting for the newness of Facebook to wear off.
Its been a bit more fun that Myspace. I only ever found a few old friends on Myspace, on Facebook I've found quite a few. Its only sad that I keep getting those ads in the margains for things for the over 40 set. Sigh....
But, on to something else you won't care about, a couple of reviews. First, Robin Williams. I'll be honest, I'm not much on the comedy thing. He was funny, and hyper and everything just like on TV. He has quality researchers as he started with the local bits. Someone came in late and was down front, he quipped "oh, I see the Windsor Farms crowd is here", and he talked about Monument Avenue and all the second place trophies. Somewhere he mentioned us wanting to break away from northern VA, as it was really another state. So, yeah, 90 minutes of funny. I'm just not a laugh out loud guy, but he was good.
On to even less interesting a concert I went to. Well sort of. This was billed as the Blackest of the Black tour. Opening was Skeletonwitch. I missed 'em. Too friggin early. Wouldn't have minded seeing them. Meh.
Next was Winds of Plague. Meh. They might be on to something, but it seems they aren't quite there, or don't pull it off. The singer sort of rap/growls and now has a dyed mohawk. It just doesn't work.
Middle band Moonspell. Oh dear God, make them stop. It was just awful. There really isn't a good excuse for them being on the bill. They didn't fit, and well, the suck. I mean, well, they suck. The best part of the show was that the only played about 30 minutes. Thirty minutes of suck is waaaaay better than 90 minutes of suck. We'll revisit that thought in a paragraph.
Now, the reason I went in the first place. Dimmu Borgir. These guys make me laugh. I enjoy them. This is like Goth Metal. or something. The place was full of the goths. More black I haven't seen in years, but I guess it is the Blackest of the Black tour. Could have been the piercest of the piercing tour as well. Or. ah hell. So imagine Kiss. You know, a set, costumes and makeup. They really had too much going on on the stage. The stage was too small for all that so it had a mild Spinal Tap feel. Anyway they had videos playing on all the monitors for the show. Kind of odd. There was lots of fog. The crowd was really into it. It was fun. I mean seriously, how can you not just love a band whose first single has this refrain :
"My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair"
And consider they sing this with a straight face, in devil makeup and traditional heavy metal leather!?! This rivals Swans singing "Goddamn the sun" for humor. It just so happens that it all works for me. Yes, I'm somewhat twisted and dark. Sue me. I had fun.
Now, yes, there was another band....the headliner. From the very depths of hel......New Jersey, Danzig. I'm not a big fan. I really only know his early hit "Mother". Again this has some classic lyrics:
Mother
Tell your children not to walk my way
Tell your children not to hear my words
What they mean
What they say
Mother
Of course this is mostly screamed. So, Mr. Danzig is four feet tall and four feet wide. Kind of square, with shoulder length hair. I imagine he's older than me, or at least close in age. When he turned around to walk to the drums we got to see his baldspot. Oh, Mr. Danzig. At least he didn't do the comb over. Well, I could have a lot of fun writing this, but I'll cut to the chase; he sucks. Really. I guess maybe I'm just not a fan. I noticed a good bit of the audience was gone as well. I'm sure many were there to see Dimmu. If I hadn't paid so much for tickets, I'd have left after the first song. As it was I walked to the back to hang for a bit. There were some kids back there that were drunk or high that had been standing with me earlier. I see this flame. Since you can't smoke in the club I was a bit confused. As I get closer I see a girl lighting his chest hair on fire. Bwahahaha. That was better than Danzig.
Its been a bit more fun that Myspace. I only ever found a few old friends on Myspace, on Facebook I've found quite a few. Its only sad that I keep getting those ads in the margains for things for the over 40 set. Sigh....
But, on to something else you won't care about, a couple of reviews. First, Robin Williams. I'll be honest, I'm not much on the comedy thing. He was funny, and hyper and everything just like on TV. He has quality researchers as he started with the local bits. Someone came in late and was down front, he quipped "oh, I see the Windsor Farms crowd is here", and he talked about Monument Avenue and all the second place trophies. Somewhere he mentioned us wanting to break away from northern VA, as it was really another state. So, yeah, 90 minutes of funny. I'm just not a laugh out loud guy, but he was good.
On to even less interesting a concert I went to. Well sort of. This was billed as the Blackest of the Black tour. Opening was Skeletonwitch. I missed 'em. Too friggin early. Wouldn't have minded seeing them. Meh.
Next was Winds of Plague. Meh. They might be on to something, but it seems they aren't quite there, or don't pull it off. The singer sort of rap/growls and now has a dyed mohawk. It just doesn't work.
Middle band Moonspell. Oh dear God, make them stop. It was just awful. There really isn't a good excuse for them being on the bill. They didn't fit, and well, the suck. I mean, well, they suck. The best part of the show was that the only played about 30 minutes. Thirty minutes of suck is waaaaay better than 90 minutes of suck. We'll revisit that thought in a paragraph.
Now, the reason I went in the first place. Dimmu Borgir. These guys make me laugh. I enjoy them. This is like Goth Metal. or something. The place was full of the goths. More black I haven't seen in years, but I guess it is the Blackest of the Black tour. Could have been the piercest of the piercing tour as well. Or. ah hell. So imagine Kiss. You know, a set, costumes and makeup. They really had too much going on on the stage. The stage was too small for all that so it had a mild Spinal Tap feel. Anyway they had videos playing on all the monitors for the show. Kind of odd. There was lots of fog. The crowd was really into it. It was fun. I mean seriously, how can you not just love a band whose first single has this refrain :
"My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair"
And consider they sing this with a straight face, in devil makeup and traditional heavy metal leather!?! This rivals Swans singing "Goddamn the sun" for humor. It just so happens that it all works for me. Yes, I'm somewhat twisted and dark. Sue me. I had fun.
Now, yes, there was another band....the headliner. From the very depths of hel......New Jersey, Danzig. I'm not a big fan. I really only know his early hit "Mother". Again this has some classic lyrics:
Mother
Tell your children not to walk my way
Tell your children not to hear my words
What they mean
What they say
Mother
Of course this is mostly screamed. So, Mr. Danzig is four feet tall and four feet wide. Kind of square, with shoulder length hair. I imagine he's older than me, or at least close in age. When he turned around to walk to the drums we got to see his baldspot. Oh, Mr. Danzig. At least he didn't do the comb over. Well, I could have a lot of fun writing this, but I'll cut to the chase; he sucks. Really. I guess maybe I'm just not a fan. I noticed a good bit of the audience was gone as well. I'm sure many were there to see Dimmu. If I hadn't paid so much for tickets, I'd have left after the first song. As it was I walked to the back to hang for a bit. There were some kids back there that were drunk or high that had been standing with me earlier. I see this flame. Since you can't smoke in the club I was a bit confused. As I get closer I see a girl lighting his chest hair on fire. Bwahahaha. That was better than Danzig.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
yup
I sit here, 15 minutes before I meeting I'm growing to hate leading. My future is shaky. My fitness level is awful. My spending level is high.
However I have to say that I've been feeling pretty good. The work thing is a big question mark, but its not bothering me. I will survive (gag!!!). I haven't been able to synch up riding this year, and that does suck, but whatcha gonna do? I've been doing a bit more stuff and I'm enjoying it.
I'm trying to teach myself that I just can't do everything I want to, no one can. I'm also realizing I'd like to enjoy my daughter at this age. Soon enough she's not gonna give a rats patootee about me. I have hobbies enough to keep me busy well past death, but that's not really going to satisfy me. Teaching myself to relax and enjoy the moment really seems to be working for me right now. I'm not there yet, but progress has been made.
There are so many responsibilites every day, and so many things you can do nothing about (how's *your* 401k?). And these things really don't matter that much.
You know what? I may take some time off do work in the darkroom. That's what I need to do.
However I have to say that I've been feeling pretty good. The work thing is a big question mark, but its not bothering me. I will survive (gag!!!). I haven't been able to synch up riding this year, and that does suck, but whatcha gonna do? I've been doing a bit more stuff and I'm enjoying it.
I'm trying to teach myself that I just can't do everything I want to, no one can. I'm also realizing I'd like to enjoy my daughter at this age. Soon enough she's not gonna give a rats patootee about me. I have hobbies enough to keep me busy well past death, but that's not really going to satisfy me. Teaching myself to relax and enjoy the moment really seems to be working for me right now. I'm not there yet, but progress has been made.
There are so many responsibilites every day, and so many things you can do nothing about (how's *your* 401k?). And these things really don't matter that much.
You know what? I may take some time off do work in the darkroom. That's what I need to do.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Overdue Review
So, in the midst of my not bike riding, I managed to get in a live show. Here is my review.
Tuesday - September 16 @ The National
Note - The National has chosen to disregard all previous rock and roll club standards. They start on time. This sucks. Wouldn't be so bad if stuff started at 10, but 8? Come on.
First up was a local band, Tulsa Drone. My friend Kelly said we had seen them before. After we got in, I remembered. How do you forget a dulcimer in a (post)rock band? The are really good. I don't know how well known they are in the real world, but if you like soundscapes with no vocals, they do the RVA proud. Its pretty hard to give any direct criticism of a show when there are no songs to pick out, so this is general by design. The sound was very good, and the band seemed to be enjoying themselves. Make time to see these guys when you get the chance. And, if I'm not mistaken, I *think* the dulcimer player works (or did work) at River City Cellars. Edit: A quick search confirms I'm right. He's a nice guy.
Second, we have the Fu*k Buttons. Yeah, I dunno. That last fragment of a sentence also sums up my opinion of their set. They were pretty damn awful to me. There was the brief occasion where either I was worn down or they hit on to something, but those were very few. Its two guys, a couple of hard drives ( I guess, pre-recorded stuff anyway), a childs karioke player, and a drum. Really, I just didn't get it. At one point they produced some sort of feedback loop that was really irritating. Much of it had no beat, and that kinda kills it for me. There were a couple of songs that sounded like Indian dances, something you'd see on an old western. At least they had a beat, but....ugh. They did, however, have great t-shirts. I love their graphic sense.
Finally, Mogwai. I picked one of theirs up years ago on a recommendation from the Sparklehorse mailing list. Like Tulsa Drone, they have almost no vocals. They have sampled TV stuff in some of their songs, but there wasn't much of that live. They have 3 guitars, although they all switch instruments and they have a keyboard as well. Their music is somewhat cinamatic in that it rises and falls, builds to cresendo and explodes. It can be quite powerful. In fact, you may have heard them as background music on a TV show.
They used strobe lights a bunch, which is a cool effect but hurts my eyes. It was pretty darn loud as well. I listened at the beginning without earplugs and ended up putting them in because I could sense the ringing coming. Glad I did because it got louder. It was a really great show.
I don't get to too many shows anymore. There are a fair amount coming, but its tough to find time to get to them. I already have tix for the mighty LoG in November. I'd like to get to the Misfits as well. There are a couple others, I think.
In other things, school is back in and I *think* we're getting to a routine again. Haven't been on the bike at all, but have managed the gym a couple times. I did almost finish my car stereo install yesterday. This thing is the bomb. Integrated Bluetooth, Ipod control and satellite radio integration. I've gotten everything to work, but the included instructions leave a little bit to be desired, so I still need to mess around with it. Next up is the subwoofer and new door speakers. That might be it, only other thing would be an amp, but I'm not going to make that call until after I see how the new speakers do.
Tuesday - September 16 @ The National
Note - The National has chosen to disregard all previous rock and roll club standards. They start on time. This sucks. Wouldn't be so bad if stuff started at 10, but 8? Come on.
First up was a local band, Tulsa Drone. My friend Kelly said we had seen them before. After we got in, I remembered. How do you forget a dulcimer in a (post)rock band? The are really good. I don't know how well known they are in the real world, but if you like soundscapes with no vocals, they do the RVA proud. Its pretty hard to give any direct criticism of a show when there are no songs to pick out, so this is general by design. The sound was very good, and the band seemed to be enjoying themselves. Make time to see these guys when you get the chance. And, if I'm not mistaken, I *think* the dulcimer player works (or did work) at River City Cellars. Edit: A quick search confirms I'm right. He's a nice guy.
Second, we have the Fu*k Buttons. Yeah, I dunno. That last fragment of a sentence also sums up my opinion of their set. They were pretty damn awful to me. There was the brief occasion where either I was worn down or they hit on to something, but those were very few. Its two guys, a couple of hard drives ( I guess, pre-recorded stuff anyway), a childs karioke player, and a drum. Really, I just didn't get it. At one point they produced some sort of feedback loop that was really irritating. Much of it had no beat, and that kinda kills it for me. There were a couple of songs that sounded like Indian dances, something you'd see on an old western. At least they had a beat, but....ugh. They did, however, have great t-shirts. I love their graphic sense.
Finally, Mogwai. I picked one of theirs up years ago on a recommendation from the Sparklehorse mailing list. Like Tulsa Drone, they have almost no vocals. They have sampled TV stuff in some of their songs, but there wasn't much of that live. They have 3 guitars, although they all switch instruments and they have a keyboard as well. Their music is somewhat cinamatic in that it rises and falls, builds to cresendo and explodes. It can be quite powerful. In fact, you may have heard them as background music on a TV show.
They used strobe lights a bunch, which is a cool effect but hurts my eyes. It was pretty darn loud as well. I listened at the beginning without earplugs and ended up putting them in because I could sense the ringing coming. Glad I did because it got louder. It was a really great show.
I don't get to too many shows anymore. There are a fair amount coming, but its tough to find time to get to them. I already have tix for the mighty LoG in November. I'd like to get to the Misfits as well. There are a couple others, I think.
In other things, school is back in and I *think* we're getting to a routine again. Haven't been on the bike at all, but have managed the gym a couple times. I did almost finish my car stereo install yesterday. This thing is the bomb. Integrated Bluetooth, Ipod control and satellite radio integration. I've gotten everything to work, but the included instructions leave a little bit to be desired, so I still need to mess around with it. Next up is the subwoofer and new door speakers. That might be it, only other thing would be an amp, but I'm not going to make that call until after I see how the new speakers do.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Thoughts for the day
Can you *really* call something the first annual? I mean, really?
How do folks keep up their motivation? I haven't biked in forever, and looks like it might be awhile before I can fit it back in. Then, I hardly want to anymore. How do you keep going?
(The same could be said of work, of course, but that's a whole nuther story).
I still feel icky.
How do folks keep up their motivation? I haven't biked in forever, and looks like it might be awhile before I can fit it back in. Then, I hardly want to anymore. How do you keep going?
(The same could be said of work, of course, but that's a whole nuther story).
I still feel icky.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Fall Sucks
Its that time again. It waited a few weeks this year, but its here. Oh. My. God. my sinuses hurt. I've got a headache. I'm overweight, I feel crampy. Maybe I'm even retaining water. I don't know what it is, but it sucks.
I've had allergies all my life, but this part still kills me. You go along, minding your own business, then WHAM. I just want to sleep for a few days.
I've had allergies all my life, but this part still kills me. You go along, minding your own business, then WHAM. I just want to sleep for a few days.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Watching the VMAs
Yeah, that's what I'm doing. I really don't see how its relavant anymore, given that MTV doesn't show videos anymore. I figure, though, that I need to keep up with the kids.
Wow, this thing is mostly R&B. I really don't care for most of this music, and I like music. I do watch this in case I discover something, or see something funny. Hair metal bands were always good for showing up drunk..
Hmm, whoever this is now barely has his pants on. Perhaps there will be a wardrobe malfunction. Oh my, his pants are off his ass, but he's wearing the same underware I have. NOt even sure what he's saying.
God, I feel REALLY old.
So, we went to the Artwalk on Friday night. Pretty cool, aside from the rain. Celebrity sighting, Sissy Spacek was there.
You know, Slipknot was met on the red carpet, why can't they perform?
So, after the artwalk, we went to White Dog to eat. We stumbled in there a year or so ago and really loved it, so we went back. Another Celeb sighting, Chris Adler from Lamb of God walked in for drinks. I didn't say anything to him. I always feel like such a doof talking to musicians.
Miley Cyrus is going to cover "Living on a Prayer" later on...that could actually work, but I like her anyway.
So far has Heart of VA. I just don't see the point. I've ridden maybe 3 times this summer? This has just not been a good riding year. It happens. So, I hate to bail on REB, but he'd be better off doing the century.
I made it to the gym once last week. Gonna see if I can do it twice this week.
Wow, this thing is mostly R&B. I really don't care for most of this music, and I like music. I do watch this in case I discover something, or see something funny. Hair metal bands were always good for showing up drunk..
Hmm, whoever this is now barely has his pants on. Perhaps there will be a wardrobe malfunction. Oh my, his pants are off his ass, but he's wearing the same underware I have. NOt even sure what he's saying.
God, I feel REALLY old.
So, we went to the Artwalk on Friday night. Pretty cool, aside from the rain. Celebrity sighting, Sissy Spacek was there.
You know, Slipknot was met on the red carpet, why can't they perform?
So, after the artwalk, we went to White Dog to eat. We stumbled in there a year or so ago and really loved it, so we went back. Another Celeb sighting, Chris Adler from Lamb of God walked in for drinks. I didn't say anything to him. I always feel like such a doof talking to musicians.
Miley Cyrus is going to cover "Living on a Prayer" later on...that could actually work, but I like her anyway.
So far has Heart of VA. I just don't see the point. I've ridden maybe 3 times this summer? This has just not been a good riding year. It happens. So, I hate to bail on REB, but he'd be better off doing the century.
I made it to the gym once last week. Gonna see if I can do it twice this week.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
YES!
School went off without a hitch. Excellent day on the motorcycle. And, yes, I have my gym stuff with me.
However, I think HOVa is gonna be out.
However, I think HOVa is gonna be out.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Work
I'm sitting at work reading a contract. I have the Ipod in, catching up on various podcasts I've neglected. I have on a pair of Levi's. They're tight. Too tight. And they are the loose ones.
Crap.
Tuesday, after work, the gym.
Crap.
Tuesday, after work, the gym.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Just for the Record
I went and bought some new tubes. I installed new front and rear tires. (the front was fine really, but since I bought tires with blue sidewalls, I decided to replace both). I also installed another new rear tube.
Both tires are now mounted and have held about 70 lbs of air for a couple of days. Whew.
I also even lubed my chain. And I've now stashed an extra CO2 cartridge in my bag.
Maybe now I'll ride? Nah....
Both tires are now mounted and have held about 70 lbs of air for a couple of days. Whew.
I also even lubed my chain. And I've now stashed an extra CO2 cartridge in my bag.
Maybe now I'll ride? Nah....
Monday, August 25, 2008
Hanging my Head
in shame.
So after all my mouthing off about fixing things, I can't get my new tires mounted. Granted tires that have been folded up for some time are harder, but really.
This sucks
I've pinched a ton of tubes.
I'll be at Performance after work, stocking up.
So after all my mouthing off about fixing things, I can't get my new tires mounted. Granted tires that have been folded up for some time are harder, but really.
This sucks
I've pinched a ton of tubes.
I'll be at Performance after work, stocking up.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Good Intentions
Yeah, so I abandoned the blog for awhile. Then I wrote the last with the intention to start back up, but......uh, not so much.
I did get in another ride....where disaster struck. I need to trust my instincts. So REB and I were on our second 40 miler, trying to build endurance. On the way back I hear the pssst pssst psssst of a flat.
Odd flat. I stopped and noted that the tire was still holding air. And here's where it all goes bad.
I looked at the tire and couldn't find a hole. It also wasn't losing air, but it didn't have enough for me to ride out on. So, I pulled out the CO2 pump and shot in some air. As soon as it got some pressure in it, I heard the leak.
I stopped, and pulled the wheel. Here is where I got yelled at by every rider on the road. Apparently where I was sitting in the road I was in a shadow and was hard to see. Like I was going to sit out in the sun. In the process of swapping tubes and looking for the cause of the flat, I notice my tires are pretty darn thin.
I put in the new tube, hooked everything up, and grabbed the CO2. Emptied it into the tube. Hmm, can't get enough air in the tube. DOH....since I has used it earlier, I didn't have the full cartridge I needed to get the pressure up. No problem says REB, I have one. So he gets his and....its empty. Ugh.
First call to my wife who has just gotten to the kids gym with my daughter. Joining the gym was a reward for learning to ride her bike. Couldn't bring ourselves to make her leave. So, REB kindly called his wife who agreed to rescue us. Of course telling her how to find us and getting something to get 3 people and 2 bikes back to the parking lot proved to take a little time. So much for 40 miles.
Then of course the next weekend I was out of town, and this weekend I couldn't ride either. Oh, and I still feel fat and my blood sugar has been a mess this week. Double ugh.
Well, I bought new tires, which didn't really work out as I'd planned, but its all good. Now I just have to get them on the bike. Maybe I'll get to ride again one day, but my goal of riding a century really seems pretty far away at this point. May have to do the same as last year. We'll see.
Sigh...
I did get in another ride....where disaster struck. I need to trust my instincts. So REB and I were on our second 40 miler, trying to build endurance. On the way back I hear the pssst pssst psssst of a flat.
Odd flat. I stopped and noted that the tire was still holding air. And here's where it all goes bad.
I looked at the tire and couldn't find a hole. It also wasn't losing air, but it didn't have enough for me to ride out on. So, I pulled out the CO2 pump and shot in some air. As soon as it got some pressure in it, I heard the leak.
I stopped, and pulled the wheel. Here is where I got yelled at by every rider on the road. Apparently where I was sitting in the road I was in a shadow and was hard to see. Like I was going to sit out in the sun. In the process of swapping tubes and looking for the cause of the flat, I notice my tires are pretty darn thin.
I put in the new tube, hooked everything up, and grabbed the CO2. Emptied it into the tube. Hmm, can't get enough air in the tube. DOH....since I has used it earlier, I didn't have the full cartridge I needed to get the pressure up. No problem says REB, I have one. So he gets his and....its empty. Ugh.
First call to my wife who has just gotten to the kids gym with my daughter. Joining the gym was a reward for learning to ride her bike. Couldn't bring ourselves to make her leave. So, REB kindly called his wife who agreed to rescue us. Of course telling her how to find us and getting something to get 3 people and 2 bikes back to the parking lot proved to take a little time. So much for 40 miles.
Then of course the next weekend I was out of town, and this weekend I couldn't ride either. Oh, and I still feel fat and my blood sugar has been a mess this week. Double ugh.
Well, I bought new tires, which didn't really work out as I'd planned, but its all good. Now I just have to get them on the bike. Maybe I'll get to ride again one day, but my goal of riding a century really seems pretty far away at this point. May have to do the same as last year. We'll see.
Sigh...
Monday, August 4, 2008
Three Weeks
Well, I've now ridden for 3 weeks in a row, so I guess I'm now allowed to post and say that I've been riding.
And let me say I'm sore. I mean, sure, I haven't been to the gym at all but why do my legs hurt so much?? Saturday REB and I rode 40 miles. It hurt, but not bad. I came home and cut the grass and my quads were killing me. Thankfully this didn't last.
Its been a busy summer. So much going on. I'm still not sure how I'm going to manage doing a century for Heart of VA. If 40 hurts, how will I do 100? I was much more productive riding last year. Oh well, guess I can't do it all the time.
And let me say I'm sore. I mean, sure, I haven't been to the gym at all but why do my legs hurt so much?? Saturday REB and I rode 40 miles. It hurt, but not bad. I came home and cut the grass and my quads were killing me. Thankfully this didn't last.
Its been a busy summer. So much going on. I'm still not sure how I'm going to manage doing a century for Heart of VA. If 40 hurts, how will I do 100? I was much more productive riding last year. Oh well, guess I can't do it all the time.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Record Store Day
First - hi there. Its been awhile. Most of my blog buddies round these parts are athletes. I have not been athletic, so no posts. The bike thinks I've forgotten it. I've got to get something going. At this point its going to be like starting over.
Now to the subject at hand. Saturday was Record Store Day. Much like the Hallmark holidays, I think this was dreamed up by the Coalition of Independant Record Retailers to get folks into the record store. Downloading and on-line shopping in general has taken its toll on the traditional record store, just like everything else. I contend the record store will never die, same as the book store won't. I could be proved wrong, but I think they will be around for the forseeable future.
Anyways, record stores have always been a second home for me. I love music. I'm a little less involved these days, but I still enjoy the trip downtown. So, in celebration of a fake holiday, I will now honor the record stores of my life.
There were many, some I don't know the name. There was the hole in the wall in Franklin, VA where I would go and buy a 45 when staying with my grandparents. There was Harmony Hut, but I can't remember if that was the one in Regency Square, or the one that doubled as a headshop (not uncommon) on Parham. The mall store kind of blend together, even if I did get most of my records there when I was young.
The first proper record store for me was Peaches. I spent much time and money in Peaches. Peaches is where I got Van Halen 1 before anyone knew them. I got the Clash "London Calling" there as well. I'm sure I got a handful of Ramones records there as well. The hallmark of Peaches, however, was the cut out bin. That's where the stupid west end kid could find Patti Smith "Horses". All sorts of 999 records, Buzzcocks, Sham 69. All the British bands folks in the west end generally didn't know.
We now move on to college and Columbia, SC. School Kids was the regional chain in 5 points, along with the independant Papa Jazz. School Kids always had coupons in the college newspaper. I know I got Def Leppard High 'n Dry there. I'm actually sure I got much of my mainstream releases there. Then X Records opened. This would be the beginning of hanging out at a record store. Issue was that Ron had sporadic hours. When Amy started working there it was more consistant, but if she had class, it wasn't open. I had discovered "real" metal by now and X was the only place to get it. Imports, black gold, satanic metal. I bought much stuff there, including the 2nd pressing of REM's Radio Free Europe single that netted me $150 on ebay a few years ago.
Its hard to separate stories at this point, so take the leap of faith with me. The metal records disappeared from X and ended up at the college radio metal djs house. I distinctly remember being at his house buying some records and saying "you've got enough stuff here to open a store". He smiled.
Which brings us to Manifest Discs and Tapes. If I have a regret in life, its that I didn't stay in touch with Carl. I spent tons and tons of time at Manifest. I'd hang out and organize the records while Carl did other things. I loved that place. I spent much money there and Carl taught me much about music and business. I always admired him. I also worked record conventions with him, where I could acquire even more stuff. I really can't explain what this place meant to me. Heck, my last tattoo was of Einsturzende Neubauten's logo, a band Carl introduced me to.
When I left Columbia for Charleston, there was quite a void. There was a store there, but I can't recall the name. There was a punkish store up in North Charleston, but I never really felt right there. Eventually a friend told me he was going to open a record store and did I want to help out. And I did. Twisters was born. We started basic enough, but soon I convinced Paul we could sell alternative music. I called Carl and got his contact and off we went. Soon, I was Charleston's alt music guru. Ok, maybe that's a bit of an overstatement, but it felt that way. It was great.
It ended when I moved back to Richmond for a "real job". Plan 9 had been open for awhile. In fact, I had been shopping there since they opened. You know, when I was home for summer, spring break, whatever. I shopped at the laundramat location, the one further down Cary, the long lasting Bob's Hobby Shop location, and the current one. I went in the one they had on southside once, but I don't cross the river, so ......
Randy helped me out there. He loved Foetus as much as I, and was the one who convinced me to listen to Ministry's "the land of rape and honey". Randys gone, and I don't really know anyone there, so I don't get much advice. But I still like it. Even if the kids are 20 years younger than me, I still want the approval.
Part of shopping in a record store is the look you get from the clerk. You walk up with the latest Daughtry, you'll likely get the look of disdain. Walk up with Sonny Rollins, Nick Cave and Bullet for my Valentine, you might get a nod.
Nods are good. Online sucks. Long live the record store.
Now to the subject at hand. Saturday was Record Store Day. Much like the Hallmark holidays, I think this was dreamed up by the Coalition of Independant Record Retailers to get folks into the record store. Downloading and on-line shopping in general has taken its toll on the traditional record store, just like everything else. I contend the record store will never die, same as the book store won't. I could be proved wrong, but I think they will be around for the forseeable future.
Anyways, record stores have always been a second home for me. I love music. I'm a little less involved these days, but I still enjoy the trip downtown. So, in celebration of a fake holiday, I will now honor the record stores of my life.
There were many, some I don't know the name. There was the hole in the wall in Franklin, VA where I would go and buy a 45 when staying with my grandparents. There was Harmony Hut, but I can't remember if that was the one in Regency Square, or the one that doubled as a headshop (not uncommon) on Parham. The mall store kind of blend together, even if I did get most of my records there when I was young.
The first proper record store for me was Peaches. I spent much time and money in Peaches. Peaches is where I got Van Halen 1 before anyone knew them. I got the Clash "London Calling" there as well. I'm sure I got a handful of Ramones records there as well. The hallmark of Peaches, however, was the cut out bin. That's where the stupid west end kid could find Patti Smith "Horses". All sorts of 999 records, Buzzcocks, Sham 69. All the British bands folks in the west end generally didn't know.
We now move on to college and Columbia, SC. School Kids was the regional chain in 5 points, along with the independant Papa Jazz. School Kids always had coupons in the college newspaper. I know I got Def Leppard High 'n Dry there. I'm actually sure I got much of my mainstream releases there. Then X Records opened. This would be the beginning of hanging out at a record store. Issue was that Ron had sporadic hours. When Amy started working there it was more consistant, but if she had class, it wasn't open. I had discovered "real" metal by now and X was the only place to get it. Imports, black gold, satanic metal. I bought much stuff there, including the 2nd pressing of REM's Radio Free Europe single that netted me $150 on ebay a few years ago.
Its hard to separate stories at this point, so take the leap of faith with me. The metal records disappeared from X and ended up at the college radio metal djs house. I distinctly remember being at his house buying some records and saying "you've got enough stuff here to open a store". He smiled.
Which brings us to Manifest Discs and Tapes. If I have a regret in life, its that I didn't stay in touch with Carl. I spent tons and tons of time at Manifest. I'd hang out and organize the records while Carl did other things. I loved that place. I spent much money there and Carl taught me much about music and business. I always admired him. I also worked record conventions with him, where I could acquire even more stuff. I really can't explain what this place meant to me. Heck, my last tattoo was of Einsturzende Neubauten's logo, a band Carl introduced me to.
When I left Columbia for Charleston, there was quite a void. There was a store there, but I can't recall the name. There was a punkish store up in North Charleston, but I never really felt right there. Eventually a friend told me he was going to open a record store and did I want to help out. And I did. Twisters was born. We started basic enough, but soon I convinced Paul we could sell alternative music. I called Carl and got his contact and off we went. Soon, I was Charleston's alt music guru. Ok, maybe that's a bit of an overstatement, but it felt that way. It was great.
It ended when I moved back to Richmond for a "real job". Plan 9 had been open for awhile. In fact, I had been shopping there since they opened. You know, when I was home for summer, spring break, whatever. I shopped at the laundramat location, the one further down Cary, the long lasting Bob's Hobby Shop location, and the current one. I went in the one they had on southside once, but I don't cross the river, so ......
Randy helped me out there. He loved Foetus as much as I, and was the one who convinced me to listen to Ministry's "the land of rape and honey". Randys gone, and I don't really know anyone there, so I don't get much advice. But I still like it. Even if the kids are 20 years younger than me, I still want the approval.
Part of shopping in a record store is the look you get from the clerk. You walk up with the latest Daughtry, you'll likely get the look of disdain. Walk up with Sonny Rollins, Nick Cave and Bullet for my Valentine, you might get a nod.
Nods are good. Online sucks. Long live the record store.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Just a Tease
So, the rainy 10k is over. No, I didn't run. I sat in the rain while the wife walked it. Not so much fun not participating, but I don't run.
Man, I've put on weight and feel like a slug. No biking. Where's REB??? We need to start some after work biking soon!
I'm going back to the gym tomorrow, no choice. And I've got to stop the snacks. (as I go get a slim jim. Protein isn't bad, is it?)
Last week involved some team bonding, woohoo.
Anyways, a couple of photos.
Here's the motorcycle after all my fix up.
Here's the newest bike in the stable
The kid finally rode her little bike, so we got her that one. Its a tad big, but it'll last longer.
When I got my bike fitting done, I got compact handlebars. Here they are:
Thats all I've managed to upload. Maybe once I actually do something, I'll have more to write about.
edit: I've got to remember what size photos I can use....sorry.
Man, I've put on weight and feel like a slug. No biking. Where's REB??? We need to start some after work biking soon!
I'm going back to the gym tomorrow, no choice. And I've got to stop the snacks. (as I go get a slim jim. Protein isn't bad, is it?)
Last week involved some team bonding, woohoo.
Anyways, a couple of photos.
Here's the motorcycle after all my fix up.
Here's the newest bike in the stable
The kid finally rode her little bike, so we got her that one. Its a tad big, but it'll last longer.
When I got my bike fitting done, I got compact handlebars. Here they are:
Thats all I've managed to upload. Maybe once I actually do something, I'll have more to write about.
edit: I've got to remember what size photos I can use....sorry.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
I Owe
Photos, but you aren't getting them still.
Just a brief post. Finally managed to go for a ride today. Reb and I headed out for an easy 20. I've been off so long, I wasn't willing to do a long one. Let me say it sucked. We headed out and it was colder than I thought. I felt like crap. Even in Reb's draft, it sucked. My lungs were cold, legs were still and I guess there was a head wind. Ugh. Twenty wouldn't be done fast enough.
The bike, tho, felt good.
At one point I glanced back looking for traffic and AAAAAHHHHAAAAAA. There was someone right on my wheel. Note to self: announce yourself when you approach someone. Scared the crap outta me. Didn't help they were in black so it looked odd at first glance. Really shocked me.
I led the way back. I kept a decent pace, though I haven't looked to see what it was. The ride back was way better. I'm not sure what made the difference. Wind? Finally warmed up? I don't know, but thankfully it was better. The end started to suck when we got back to where we were more out in the open, but it wasn't as bad.
Verdict on the bike is that the fitting was great. The whole thing felt way better. Now if my body would just feel the same....
Just a brief post. Finally managed to go for a ride today. Reb and I headed out for an easy 20. I've been off so long, I wasn't willing to do a long one. Let me say it sucked. We headed out and it was colder than I thought. I felt like crap. Even in Reb's draft, it sucked. My lungs were cold, legs were still and I guess there was a head wind. Ugh. Twenty wouldn't be done fast enough.
The bike, tho, felt good.
At one point I glanced back looking for traffic and AAAAAHHHHAAAAAA. There was someone right on my wheel. Note to self: announce yourself when you approach someone. Scared the crap outta me. Didn't help they were in black so it looked odd at first glance. Really shocked me.
I led the way back. I kept a decent pace, though I haven't looked to see what it was. The ride back was way better. I'm not sure what made the difference. Wind? Finally warmed up? I don't know, but thankfully it was better. The end started to suck when we got back to where we were more out in the open, but it wasn't as bad.
Verdict on the bike is that the fitting was great. The whole thing felt way better. Now if my body would just feel the same....
Thursday, March 20, 2008
She's Goooooooooooone........again
So, I decided to heck with it. I called back and said, "uh, tune up?" They said they missed it, so I've taken it back. I was going to do it myself, but I just don't have the time and I feel like someone who knows what they're doing should go through it this first time.
Getting back adjusted to work has been a bear. Resuming normal life after being away is tough. I'll give a brief recap of the trip later. Heck, I haven't looked at the pictures yet.
Getting back adjusted to work has been a bear. Resuming normal life after being away is tough. I'll give a brief recap of the trip later. Heck, I haven't looked at the pictures yet.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
It's Gotta Be Me
Seems like I am always disappointed. Maybe my expectations are too high.
When I'm working on something, I call it the Medusa Touch. Its not that everything I touch gets 8 heads, but it does seem to turn to stone. Witness my recent wheel issues which will now find my grinding my brakes down.
This evening I went to pick up my bicycle. I really enjoyed the experience of the fitting. While the bike looks a little less sexy, I'm sure its going to be more comfortable. It is going to take a bit to get use to the higher seat.
So anyway, I get the bike and go to check out. I really don't know what its going to cost because I spent way less time than I thought. I did know what the bars cost. I was surprised with the bill. It was cheaper than I expected. I didn't get the work order, only a reciept. And, as an aside, I didn't get the old bars back.
So, I roll the bike out on the street, kind of glancing at things. Hmm. I don't think they tuned it up. That would explain the price. I got to the car and took a closer look. Nope, no adjustment. I rode it around the lot and decided to bag it and take it home.
Now I'm left with having to go over the whole bike. I guess I should have planned on it anyway. I had just hoped they would pull the cable through and check the wheels for true. Clearly not.
To be clear, the last thing I talked about when I left the bike there, after the fitting, was what I thought was wrong with the bike. I went through the various things I wanted adjusted. Hell, my saddle isn't even level.
Once again, I'm dissappointed with service. Back out will come my torque wrench and I'll sit around with bike on the stand for awhile tweaking things.
Service sucks.
When I'm working on something, I call it the Medusa Touch. Its not that everything I touch gets 8 heads, but it does seem to turn to stone. Witness my recent wheel issues which will now find my grinding my brakes down.
This evening I went to pick up my bicycle. I really enjoyed the experience of the fitting. While the bike looks a little less sexy, I'm sure its going to be more comfortable. It is going to take a bit to get use to the higher seat.
So anyway, I get the bike and go to check out. I really don't know what its going to cost because I spent way less time than I thought. I did know what the bars cost. I was surprised with the bill. It was cheaper than I expected. I didn't get the work order, only a reciept. And, as an aside, I didn't get the old bars back.
So, I roll the bike out on the street, kind of glancing at things. Hmm. I don't think they tuned it up. That would explain the price. I got to the car and took a closer look. Nope, no adjustment. I rode it around the lot and decided to bag it and take it home.
Now I'm left with having to go over the whole bike. I guess I should have planned on it anyway. I had just hoped they would pull the cable through and check the wheels for true. Clearly not.
To be clear, the last thing I talked about when I left the bike there, after the fitting, was what I thought was wrong with the bike. I went through the various things I wanted adjusted. Hell, my saddle isn't even level.
Once again, I'm dissappointed with service. Back out will come my torque wrench and I'll sit around with bike on the stand for awhile tweaking things.
Service sucks.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Its done
So, Sunday was an awful day. I'm glad its over.
After causing some problems for myself, I ended up with some horrific stomach thing last night. I have no idea what was up. I didn't sleep any, so I stayed home until lunch and went to work. The aftermath lingers, but thankfully it seems to be over.
This afternoon I went down to Carytown Bicycles for my fitting. I sure wish I could live down there. Ok, I realize I could, but I don't see it happening for various reasons. I just like it down there.
The guy was nice enough.
The questions started
So, why are you here? Uh, cause I think my fit could be improved.
Any complaints then? Uh, no. Toes numb, fingers numb, but no real pain.
How much do you ride? Couple hours a week.
It was at this point I realized I was out of my element.
After I complained about toes, he took a look at my shoes. Said my cleats were too far forward, and I went through the story of how I could never clip in. He ended up telling me he loved these pedals, but agreed they took awhile to get use to clipping in.
On to the bike I went. First thing he did was raise the seat. Once I was on the bike and could see the mirror, I thought I was too low. He used a protractor to get my height right.
Then he pulled out the plumb bob to set my seat fore/aft. While all this was good, I can't say I noticed a ton of difference. May notice less fatigue on a ride tho.
Next we moved to the riding position, based on the handlebars. We got into the discussion of front end geometry. He explained I was really leaning too far forward and my arms were stiff. This would also account some for my hand getting numb as I couldn't hold my body in that position without my arms. And while the drops were usable, it was a real stretch.
So, while we can't change the head tube angle, you get to the stem. Problem is, my stem was as short as he likes to use, anything shorter makes the bike darty. So, out came compact handlebars. I can't quite explain the difference, but its quite dramatic. I guess the drop doesn't go as far forward before it comes down. Let me tell you, this made a huge difference. It was so much more comfortable. He also changed the angle on my stem.
So yeah, I bought the bars, but they weren't bad.
It only took about 30 minutes, which wasn't bad at all. They'll be installing the bars and doing a tune up on the bike. I think think the drive train is fine, it just needs adjusting.
I have no idea how much I'm in for, aside from the bars. But, I use my bike a fair amount so its worth it. Besides, I need to keep up with TG40.
They are very nice at the shop. They have a good manner and customer service. I didn't feel like an idiot. They don't have a ton of accessories, but it is probably a good move since you can order that stuff so cheap on the web.
Can't really make the call until a ride, but I think this is worthwhile. If you bought your bike from a shop with not so much service, this is worth considering.
After causing some problems for myself, I ended up with some horrific stomach thing last night. I have no idea what was up. I didn't sleep any, so I stayed home until lunch and went to work. The aftermath lingers, but thankfully it seems to be over.
This afternoon I went down to Carytown Bicycles for my fitting. I sure wish I could live down there. Ok, I realize I could, but I don't see it happening for various reasons. I just like it down there.
The guy was nice enough.
The questions started
So, why are you here? Uh, cause I think my fit could be improved.
Any complaints then? Uh, no. Toes numb, fingers numb, but no real pain.
How much do you ride? Couple hours a week.
It was at this point I realized I was out of my element.
After I complained about toes, he took a look at my shoes. Said my cleats were too far forward, and I went through the story of how I could never clip in. He ended up telling me he loved these pedals, but agreed they took awhile to get use to clipping in.
On to the bike I went. First thing he did was raise the seat. Once I was on the bike and could see the mirror, I thought I was too low. He used a protractor to get my height right.
Then he pulled out the plumb bob to set my seat fore/aft. While all this was good, I can't say I noticed a ton of difference. May notice less fatigue on a ride tho.
Next we moved to the riding position, based on the handlebars. We got into the discussion of front end geometry. He explained I was really leaning too far forward and my arms were stiff. This would also account some for my hand getting numb as I couldn't hold my body in that position without my arms. And while the drops were usable, it was a real stretch.
So, while we can't change the head tube angle, you get to the stem. Problem is, my stem was as short as he likes to use, anything shorter makes the bike darty. So, out came compact handlebars. I can't quite explain the difference, but its quite dramatic. I guess the drop doesn't go as far forward before it comes down. Let me tell you, this made a huge difference. It was so much more comfortable. He also changed the angle on my stem.
So yeah, I bought the bars, but they weren't bad.
It only took about 30 minutes, which wasn't bad at all. They'll be installing the bars and doing a tune up on the bike. I think think the drive train is fine, it just needs adjusting.
I have no idea how much I'm in for, aside from the bars. But, I use my bike a fair amount so its worth it. Besides, I need to keep up with TG40.
They are very nice at the shop. They have a good manner and customer service. I didn't feel like an idiot. They don't have a ton of accessories, but it is probably a good move since you can order that stuff so cheap on the web.
Can't really make the call until a ride, but I think this is worthwhile. If you bought your bike from a shop with not so much service, this is worth considering.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
She's Goooooooooooone
And I'm not talking about "chubrub".
Windy, rainy morning. No riding. Errands. Laundry.
Load the bike.
Lunch.
Get in the car and drive. Still much wind to fight, but the trip was pretty short.
Arrive.
It was kind of dark and a little scary. Quiet. Wheeled the bike towards the back of the store.
A heavily tattoo'd woman asked if she could help. I said yes. Please take my bike from me. I will be back Monday for a fitting.
And I left.
I didn't look back.
I didn't even cheat and look at other bikes on the way out.
I hope they take good care of her.
Windy, rainy morning. No riding. Errands. Laundry.
Load the bike.
Lunch.
Get in the car and drive. Still much wind to fight, but the trip was pretty short.
Arrive.
It was kind of dark and a little scary. Quiet. Wheeled the bike towards the back of the store.
A heavily tattoo'd woman asked if she could help. I said yes. Please take my bike from me. I will be back Monday for a fitting.
And I left.
I didn't look back.
I didn't even cheat and look at other bikes on the way out.
I hope they take good care of her.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Week From Hell
There seem to be too many of those these days. I will choose to ignore the mundane crappiness of my work life here.
Friday night brought family +1 and a visit to Comedy Sports. My kid loves it. Her friend liked it, but she just isn't as outgoing as mine. It was ok. Comedy shows aren't really my thing, and obviously these folks aren't top talent. That said, it was fun enough.
Saturday was to be a bike ride. The winds were at least 90 miles an hour with gusts to 200. Or something close. We ended up bailing. I think it was a good choice. The rest of the day was spent running errands. Grocery shopping, shoe shopping, pet supply shopping. Mega excitement. Oh yeah, and then there was the motorcycle.
I went to put my new brake lines on...only to discover I had a wrong bolt. They packaged the wrong one. Well, turns out that Suzuki uses all these different thread pitches in the same system. For whatever reason, I got two of the same bolt. So, I've had to order one, and it seems they are in short supply. Apparently one will be on its way, but it'll be a bit. Sigh..
Sunday brought "the ride". We had the posse minus one. That one seems to think that furthering her career is a better use of her time than riding with us. PPPPPTTTHHHH. :-) I wish Tri-Di well.
So somehow I don't recall drafting TriGirl40 very much like I said I would. I'm too nice. And to break a trend, I actually lead for a bit. Usually I draft REB60. I did decent with holding a constant pace this week. I haven't gone back and looked at my stats yet. It was a good ride, even if I had to pee the whole damn time. I briefly considered, well, you know, but thought better of it and figured a cramp was more socially acceptable. Not sure when I'm going to get to ride again. The weekend is looking iffy for me.
And, I made the appointment. I can't remember taking my bike in for service, and frankly this may be the only time I do. I'm good enough with the bike that it really isn't needed. But, this bike is only a year and a half old. The cables have stretched, but I've adjusted the barrel adjusters. I don't like to pull the stretched cable through, plus I'd like someone to make sure the derailler is lined up properly. I threw the chain off the chainring a couple of times on Sunday, so I think this should be done. Also, I signed up for a fitting. Its going to cost more than I thought, but I want to see how it goes. Probably another thing I'll never do again, but it will be interesting.
Today, the week from hell started again, so I shall focus my attention on the weekend.
Friday night brought family +1 and a visit to Comedy Sports. My kid loves it. Her friend liked it, but she just isn't as outgoing as mine. It was ok. Comedy shows aren't really my thing, and obviously these folks aren't top talent. That said, it was fun enough.
Saturday was to be a bike ride. The winds were at least 90 miles an hour with gusts to 200. Or something close. We ended up bailing. I think it was a good choice. The rest of the day was spent running errands. Grocery shopping, shoe shopping, pet supply shopping. Mega excitement. Oh yeah, and then there was the motorcycle.
I went to put my new brake lines on...only to discover I had a wrong bolt. They packaged the wrong one. Well, turns out that Suzuki uses all these different thread pitches in the same system. For whatever reason, I got two of the same bolt. So, I've had to order one, and it seems they are in short supply. Apparently one will be on its way, but it'll be a bit. Sigh..
Sunday brought "the ride". We had the posse minus one. That one seems to think that furthering her career is a better use of her time than riding with us. PPPPPTTTHHHH. :-) I wish Tri-Di well.
So somehow I don't recall drafting TriGirl40 very much like I said I would. I'm too nice. And to break a trend, I actually lead for a bit. Usually I draft REB60. I did decent with holding a constant pace this week. I haven't gone back and looked at my stats yet. It was a good ride, even if I had to pee the whole damn time. I briefly considered, well, you know, but thought better of it and figured a cramp was more socially acceptable. Not sure when I'm going to get to ride again. The weekend is looking iffy for me.
And, I made the appointment. I can't remember taking my bike in for service, and frankly this may be the only time I do. I'm good enough with the bike that it really isn't needed. But, this bike is only a year and a half old. The cables have stretched, but I've adjusted the barrel adjusters. I don't like to pull the stretched cable through, plus I'd like someone to make sure the derailler is lined up properly. I threw the chain off the chainring a couple of times on Sunday, so I think this should be done. Also, I signed up for a fitting. Its going to cost more than I thought, but I want to see how it goes. Probably another thing I'll never do again, but it will be interesting.
Today, the week from hell started again, so I shall focus my attention on the weekend.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
There Will Need to be Some Changes
So, finally got back out on the bike. It was the usual suspects; Ironwoman Extraordinaire TG40, Zumbalete Magnifique TGTD, and Universal Biking Harasser/Overall Great Guy, REB60.
Yet again REB had led me to believe that it was going to be 50, or some such garbage. Infact it was 38ish, maybe 18 I can't remember. And, throw in some rain/snow for good measure. At least I dressed appropriately.
We take off. I do think I got some draft action for awhile. Not from Reb, tho, he was feeling kinda rough and really not with it. While I missed drafting off of him, I can't fault the guy for bringing up the rear, at least he was out there. Somewhere, I took over the lead and just had at it. As I've blogged, I haven't been riding. That usually means I ride sort of hard because I don't know any better.
So, we're trucking along, I'm doing ok, somewhat out of breath, but you know, I'm pushing. I hear some shifting behind me so I know folks are there. I keep at it. Yeah, then I hear giggling. And conversation. Chatting, if you will. And, yes, its raining and I'm panting. We make it up to the halfwayish point. The girls are all smiles and roses, whilst I pant and reach for the water. We make it down to the next back road and TG40 pulls out in front.
Whew, I think to myself, I could go for some drafting. She starts going a little faster. And faster....faster. It getting a little tough to keep up, I've long lost any draft. I start to think I should back off as we still have a ways to go. I glanced down at the speedo....19mph??????? WTF????? UP the HILL????!?!!!!!??? I back off.
Two hours later when we catch up (ok, maybe it wasn't that long), she says she had a burst of energy.
A burst of energy.
Yeah, or something like that. So, our world class Ironman, who hung on my wheel the whole way decides to ride at a race pace.
Did I mention she's younger than me? (hold on, I'm looking for some more excuses). This trigirl training thing is going to KILL me. I came home with the usual sore thighs but also sore shoulders and some other things I've forgotten.
Reb, should you decide to, you can hang on my wheel whenever, TG40, I shall be on your wheel. You've shown your cards, the jig is up, and don't think I didn't notice the "RACE TEAM" stickers on your bike. Oh no....I'm only fooled once.
It was a good ride. :-)
Yet again REB had led me to believe that it was going to be 50, or some such garbage. Infact it was 38ish, maybe 18 I can't remember. And, throw in some rain/snow for good measure. At least I dressed appropriately.
We take off. I do think I got some draft action for awhile. Not from Reb, tho, he was feeling kinda rough and really not with it. While I missed drafting off of him, I can't fault the guy for bringing up the rear, at least he was out there. Somewhere, I took over the lead and just had at it. As I've blogged, I haven't been riding. That usually means I ride sort of hard because I don't know any better.
So, we're trucking along, I'm doing ok, somewhat out of breath, but you know, I'm pushing. I hear some shifting behind me so I know folks are there. I keep at it. Yeah, then I hear giggling. And conversation. Chatting, if you will. And, yes, its raining and I'm panting. We make it up to the halfwayish point. The girls are all smiles and roses, whilst I pant and reach for the water. We make it down to the next back road and TG40 pulls out in front.
Whew, I think to myself, I could go for some drafting. She starts going a little faster. And faster....faster. It getting a little tough to keep up, I've long lost any draft. I start to think I should back off as we still have a ways to go. I glanced down at the speedo....19mph??????? WTF????? UP the HILL????!?!!!!!??? I back off.
Two hours later when we catch up (ok, maybe it wasn't that long), she says she had a burst of energy.
A burst of energy.
Yeah, or something like that. So, our world class Ironman, who hung on my wheel the whole way decides to ride at a race pace.
Did I mention she's younger than me? (hold on, I'm looking for some more excuses). This trigirl training thing is going to KILL me. I came home with the usual sore thighs but also sore shoulders and some other things I've forgotten.
Reb, should you decide to, you can hang on my wheel whenever, TG40, I shall be on your wheel. You've shown your cards, the jig is up, and don't think I didn't notice the "RACE TEAM" stickers on your bike. Oh no....I'm only fooled once.
It was a good ride. :-)
Monday, February 18, 2008
So Overdue
Wow, last week....
I had some kind of crud all week. The stinky kind where yo really aren't sick so you have to work anyway. I was tired, cranky and had a headache. All week. I think its finally leaving.
So, the time bomb is back from the shop and I'm so happy. I like my little car. Now, I have to suck it up again and do a little more work on it. I can't really complain, I haven't spent much on it the time I've had it. I'd still like more power...its fun being in a station wagon that's faster than some sporty cars. And the big plus, now it doesn't smell like raw fuel!
I got the new handlebars in for my motorcycle today. I think they're going to be just what I needed. They are low and don't hit a bunch of stuff.
The big surprise now is that my wifey wants to ride on the back. This was something I wasn't prepared to hear. I've never carried anyone before. I'm going to get a friend to help.
Due to my feeling less than good, I didn't do much of anything over the weekend. Watched some of the NASCAR race, but I couldn't tell you who won. Not really my thing. F1 is only a month away! As is a cool trip. I'm ready to start packing now!
I have got to get back on the bike or all the TRIgirls are going to drop me like a bad habit. They are actually dedicated to training. WTF??
I had some kind of crud all week. The stinky kind where yo really aren't sick so you have to work anyway. I was tired, cranky and had a headache. All week. I think its finally leaving.
So, the time bomb is back from the shop and I'm so happy. I like my little car. Now, I have to suck it up again and do a little more work on it. I can't really complain, I haven't spent much on it the time I've had it. I'd still like more power...its fun being in a station wagon that's faster than some sporty cars. And the big plus, now it doesn't smell like raw fuel!
I got the new handlebars in for my motorcycle today. I think they're going to be just what I needed. They are low and don't hit a bunch of stuff.
The big surprise now is that my wifey wants to ride on the back. This was something I wasn't prepared to hear. I've never carried anyone before. I'm going to get a friend to help.
Due to my feeling less than good, I didn't do much of anything over the weekend. Watched some of the NASCAR race, but I couldn't tell you who won. Not really my thing. F1 is only a month away! As is a cool trip. I'm ready to start packing now!
I have got to get back on the bike or all the TRIgirls are going to drop me like a bad habit. They are actually dedicated to training. WTF??
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Nothing Inspiring
No riding. I have made it to the gym a couple of times each week. Tonight was less than productive. Not sure where all my strength went. Out the window apparently.
Its been one of those times when I've been busy, but not sure at what. I have spent MUCH quality time with my PC and cds. I think I finally reached a happy place. Note to anyone as anal as I am, the online database for cds is not consistant. Box set and it codes the cds differently. I wondered why I could never find one cd out of the set. I can now, but it cost quite a bit of time. I think I have 40-50 cds to rip.
I've about completed my turnsignal modification for my motorcycle. New handlebars should be here by weeks end.
Monday brought some excitement. I got to work and thought I saw some smoke coming from my hood. Assuming I knew what it was, I popped the hood. Nope, not what I expected. Didn't see much smoke either. Being concerned, I called the dealer. They said they couldn't look at it for a couple of days, but I could bring it by. The server writer had a clue, which was nice.
Today, to my surprise, brought a phone call. Seems my car was a time bomb. What I assumed was some oil leaking was gas. And apparently more than a little. The guy said I didn't have to fix it right then, but the mechanic said he wouldn't drive it. So, the defusing is taking place this week. When I get it back depends on when the parts come in. It isn't an easy job (or I would try it).
Been feeling icky as well. Its getting better, but the clogged nose continues. I may try sleep sans drugs tonight.
I dunno....losing focus.......work stress......car stress.......science project stress......exercise good, but those endorphines don't carry me very far. Perhaps if I Zumba'd on whacky Wednesday.
Its been one of those times when I've been busy, but not sure at what. I have spent MUCH quality time with my PC and cds. I think I finally reached a happy place. Note to anyone as anal as I am, the online database for cds is not consistant. Box set and it codes the cds differently. I wondered why I could never find one cd out of the set. I can now, but it cost quite a bit of time. I think I have 40-50 cds to rip.
I've about completed my turnsignal modification for my motorcycle. New handlebars should be here by weeks end.
Monday brought some excitement. I got to work and thought I saw some smoke coming from my hood. Assuming I knew what it was, I popped the hood. Nope, not what I expected. Didn't see much smoke either. Being concerned, I called the dealer. They said they couldn't look at it for a couple of days, but I could bring it by. The server writer had a clue, which was nice.
Today, to my surprise, brought a phone call. Seems my car was a time bomb. What I assumed was some oil leaking was gas. And apparently more than a little. The guy said I didn't have to fix it right then, but the mechanic said he wouldn't drive it. So, the defusing is taking place this week. When I get it back depends on when the parts come in. It isn't an easy job (or I would try it).
Been feeling icky as well. Its getting better, but the clogged nose continues. I may try sleep sans drugs tonight.
I dunno....losing focus.......work stress......car stress.......science project stress......exercise good, but those endorphines don't carry me very far. Perhaps if I Zumba'd on whacky Wednesday.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Couple 'O Things
First, thanks to TriDi for the fine photos. Highschool is but a faint memory, but its cool to see people you use to know. The whole exercise outfit thing is but a plus. (insert smiley)
Next, this week was the suck. I'm glad its over. Keeping this up will be tough, but I'm going to have to. Thankfully, I have plenty of other things to keep me occupied.
Now, the bulk of the post...which is going to be shorter than I envisioned, is a cd review. My man, Bob Mould, released his newest cd this week. I had pre-ordered it, and have tickets to the show at the 930 next month. I have followed Bob since forever. I reviewed his live DVD last year. The album for that tour was great. It followed a pretty bad cd where I had pretty much given up on him. I think that's part of what made the cd so good, but I still love. The right mix of everything.
The cd came in Monday, but I had been in a rough mood all week and just hadn't felt like listening to it. So, its Friday, I'm a little sick, but its ok. Its time.
Ugh.
Well, maybe I am done with Bob. There have been plenty of nice review of this album, but mine won't be one of them. I'm really a music geek. I have my stereo, and I have my chair (much like those old TDK ads). When I'm down for a serious listen, the lights are dim, the feet are up, and I'm relaxed. I often go to sleep. Its not the music's fault, I can fall asleep to metal, I just get really relaxed. About half way through the disc I turned the lights on and started cleaning my motorcycle jacket. Then I went in the garage and drilled out some turnsignal mounts I'd been working on.
The last was too bad as the end of the cd picked up a bit.
I don't really know what to say. Production-wise, its as clear as mud. Lots of music is that way these days because they mix and master for ipod headphones. Bastards. I can usually get past that tho. The album is just dull. In the day there was a term called AOR - Album Oriented Rock. It was what your generic Rock radio station (Richmonders, I refer to the old XL102). Pretty much middle of the road, not exceptional, rock. A good bit of this comes across like that.
Double ugh.
On the last album he got some heat for the use of a vocoder and he laughed. It worked, I didn't mind it. The album...its almost every damn song. Might as well go get Frampton's voice box thingie. Each song sounds like it uses iMAC plug in of the week downloads or somthing. There is some discoy effect on every song. Now, I know he's gotten into electronica and the like, and that's all good, but really this feels he's just playing with effects.
I'm convinced that computers and digital in general are the worst things to ever happen to music. Stuff is overlayered, everything is run through limiters and compressors, and there is no dynamic range at all. Seriously, a 60s jazz group recorded live in a room and artfully mastered has more dynamic range than lots of stuff produced now. Somewhere I saw a site that shows waveforms that prove this.....but I've bored you enough.
The end of the cd is decent, and frankly, I'll give this another go later. Often I do find that cds will grow on me over time. The saddest thing is I've always had this rule...two strikes and you're out. I don't download, pirate, etc, music. I buy it. I let the artist get whatever money they've negociated. The filp side is I won't get screwed more than twice. This just may be it.
As it turns out, I'm not going to be able to go to the show. I don't know anyone interested, so I suppose they'll go to waste. I actually think many of these songs will come across great live. Bob is an awesome performer. I've gotta say tho, I'm not real sad. That last show was so phenominal, I think I might be glad it will be my lasting memory.
Next, this week was the suck. I'm glad its over. Keeping this up will be tough, but I'm going to have to. Thankfully, I have plenty of other things to keep me occupied.
Now, the bulk of the post...which is going to be shorter than I envisioned, is a cd review. My man, Bob Mould, released his newest cd this week. I had pre-ordered it, and have tickets to the show at the 930 next month. I have followed Bob since forever. I reviewed his live DVD last year. The album for that tour was great. It followed a pretty bad cd where I had pretty much given up on him. I think that's part of what made the cd so good, but I still love. The right mix of everything.
The cd came in Monday, but I had been in a rough mood all week and just hadn't felt like listening to it. So, its Friday, I'm a little sick, but its ok. Its time.
Ugh.
Well, maybe I am done with Bob. There have been plenty of nice review of this album, but mine won't be one of them. I'm really a music geek. I have my stereo, and I have my chair (much like those old TDK ads). When I'm down for a serious listen, the lights are dim, the feet are up, and I'm relaxed. I often go to sleep. Its not the music's fault, I can fall asleep to metal, I just get really relaxed. About half way through the disc I turned the lights on and started cleaning my motorcycle jacket. Then I went in the garage and drilled out some turnsignal mounts I'd been working on.
The last was too bad as the end of the cd picked up a bit.
I don't really know what to say. Production-wise, its as clear as mud. Lots of music is that way these days because they mix and master for ipod headphones. Bastards. I can usually get past that tho. The album is just dull. In the day there was a term called AOR - Album Oriented Rock. It was what your generic Rock radio station (Richmonders, I refer to the old XL102). Pretty much middle of the road, not exceptional, rock. A good bit of this comes across like that.
Double ugh.
On the last album he got some heat for the use of a vocoder and he laughed. It worked, I didn't mind it. The album...its almost every damn song. Might as well go get Frampton's voice box thingie. Each song sounds like it uses iMAC plug in of the week downloads or somthing. There is some discoy effect on every song. Now, I know he's gotten into electronica and the like, and that's all good, but really this feels he's just playing with effects.
I'm convinced that computers and digital in general are the worst things to ever happen to music. Stuff is overlayered, everything is run through limiters and compressors, and there is no dynamic range at all. Seriously, a 60s jazz group recorded live in a room and artfully mastered has more dynamic range than lots of stuff produced now. Somewhere I saw a site that shows waveforms that prove this.....but I've bored you enough.
The end of the cd is decent, and frankly, I'll give this another go later. Often I do find that cds will grow on me over time. The saddest thing is I've always had this rule...two strikes and you're out. I don't download, pirate, etc, music. I buy it. I let the artist get whatever money they've negociated. The filp side is I won't get screwed more than twice. This just may be it.
As it turns out, I'm not going to be able to go to the show. I don't know anyone interested, so I suppose they'll go to waste. I actually think many of these songs will come across great live. Bob is an awesome performer. I've gotta say tho, I'm not real sad. That last show was so phenominal, I think I might be glad it will be my lasting memory.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Obsession
Its pretty common these days for folks to joke about being OCD. I don't really believe I'm compulsive. I am, however, fairly obsessive. When something gets into the forefront of my brain, I have a tough time letting go. Perhaps this is why I'm list maker. Keeps me moving.
Well, regardless of how I obsess, somethings just make you feel a certain way. I do different things for a different feeling. I'm being honest when I say I can't stand going to the gym. The problem is I often like the way I feel afterwards, and I like the results for sure. The way I keep myself going is to tell myself that it'll help my biking. I think I'd really like to be a great bicyclist. Maybe great is too strong, but really good, certainly better than now.
Another thing I smell coming is the motorcycle obsession. The brief history is I got a minibike in 3rd grade. I got a bigger one in 5th. I rode that thing for hours. And hours. And hours at a time. It was great.
When my grandfather made the logging trail into a trail for me, it was awesome. I had a few places I could get some air, some washes to dig through, and throw in some black snakes to avoid. I ended up too big for it, but I still rode it.
I always wanted to get one, but you know. The closest I came was out of college when my car was getting close to death. Bike was a cheaper option. Never happened. Rode a friends, and it was like before.
For whatever mid-life reason I bought the bike last spring. I spent a lot of time getting it into shape, and then the obligitory modifications. Got stuck in the shop during the best month. I rode to work today. Went out at lunch. That feeling comes back. The main difference is that on the road I can't allow my mind to drift. The feeling, however, is the same. There really isn't anything for me to compare it to. I feel free. And, I'll admit it, I feel cool. People look. Its fun.
I don't see this going away.
Well, regardless of how I obsess, somethings just make you feel a certain way. I do different things for a different feeling. I'm being honest when I say I can't stand going to the gym. The problem is I often like the way I feel afterwards, and I like the results for sure. The way I keep myself going is to tell myself that it'll help my biking. I think I'd really like to be a great bicyclist. Maybe great is too strong, but really good, certainly better than now.
Another thing I smell coming is the motorcycle obsession. The brief history is I got a minibike in 3rd grade. I got a bigger one in 5th. I rode that thing for hours. And hours. And hours at a time. It was great.
When my grandfather made the logging trail into a trail for me, it was awesome. I had a few places I could get some air, some washes to dig through, and throw in some black snakes to avoid. I ended up too big for it, but I still rode it.
I always wanted to get one, but you know. The closest I came was out of college when my car was getting close to death. Bike was a cheaper option. Never happened. Rode a friends, and it was like before.
For whatever mid-life reason I bought the bike last spring. I spent a lot of time getting it into shape, and then the obligitory modifications. Got stuck in the shop during the best month. I rode to work today. Went out at lunch. That feeling comes back. The main difference is that on the road I can't allow my mind to drift. The feeling, however, is the same. There really isn't anything for me to compare it to. I feel free. And, I'll admit it, I feel cool. People look. Its fun.
I don't see this going away.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
The "no" guy
When I worked in video, I got use to people telling me "no, that's not what I wanted". Its part of what burns you out in a creative field.
When I moved to IT it was first at a help desk. Here, people were mad, but you could be their savior, so it wasn't so bad.
In networking, we were GODS. We ruled. We were cocky. We dictated everything. We said no to everything, no matter what. It was great.
Now, I find myself in a different position. I am an enabler, more or less. I coerce. Everyone around me says no. OH MY GOD.
So now, the realization (where are you TriDi), how do I not be Eeyore. I don't want to be that anymore, but I don't know if I can change. I don't like what I see....
When I moved to IT it was first at a help desk. Here, people were mad, but you could be their savior, so it wasn't so bad.
In networking, we were GODS. We ruled. We were cocky. We dictated everything. We said no to everything, no matter what. It was great.
Now, I find myself in a different position. I am an enabler, more or less. I coerce. Everyone around me says no. OH MY GOD.
So now, the realization (where are you TriDi), how do I not be Eeyore. I don't want to be that anymore, but I don't know if I can change. I don't like what I see....
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Curiosity
Is there a reason that the bike simulators at the gym don't let you draft?
I got on one for the first time the other day. You know the ones with the little screen with other riders and backgrounds? I was pedaling hard, watching the terrain map. I saw a downhill coming, so I coasted.....and I stopped.
Then, on a flat into a climb I got behind one of the other riders and slowed my pedaling in the draft. I started to slow down. WTF? Where's my draft?
Tell me how this is a simulator?
:-)
I got on one for the first time the other day. You know the ones with the little screen with other riders and backgrounds? I was pedaling hard, watching the terrain map. I saw a downhill coming, so I coasted.....and I stopped.
Then, on a flat into a climb I got behind one of the other riders and slowed my pedaling in the draft. I started to slow down. WTF? Where's my draft?
Tell me how this is a simulator?
:-)
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Skill
I have discovered a new standard for skill.
Stand at a urnial, pants undone, pee and click on a Blackberry.
That takes skill. I have something new to shoot for.
Stand at a urnial, pants undone, pee and click on a Blackberry.
That takes skill. I have something new to shoot for.
Overwhelmed
Man, I have been bored at work for quite awhile. The holidays often are in my area. All of the sudden...WHAM. I have quite a bit to do and have not been inspired to write. I also have a number of small projects at home that I really want to finish, and some planning for going to France and Canada hanging in the air. Whew.
Went skiing in lieu of biking on Saturday. Was fun. I hadn't been in 6 years or so. By the end of the day I was starting to feel ok on skis. I had ones that were a bit too long, but I made do. I'm hoping we can get in a few more trips this winter. I'd like my daughter to enjoy it so its something we could all go do. The wife needs to warm up to the whole thing. More trips would help with that.
On the way up to parking, I was noting the road...and the elevation changes. And the fact that I agreed to ride a bike up this "hill". Hmm. Perhaps I've not thought this through. I'm sure I'll do it anyway, but I hold little hope. There are a couple of REALLY steep sections. Maybe if I had Zipps....
I need to get back out on the bike. I haven't been on the trainer either. I have made it to they gym a few times, so that's good. Going to hit the gym tonight, but my legs are still a little sore from skiing. Ah well, don't they say no pain, no gain?
Went skiing in lieu of biking on Saturday. Was fun. I hadn't been in 6 years or so. By the end of the day I was starting to feel ok on skis. I had ones that were a bit too long, but I made do. I'm hoping we can get in a few more trips this winter. I'd like my daughter to enjoy it so its something we could all go do. The wife needs to warm up to the whole thing. More trips would help with that.
On the way up to parking, I was noting the road...and the elevation changes. And the fact that I agreed to ride a bike up this "hill". Hmm. Perhaps I've not thought this through. I'm sure I'll do it anyway, but I hold little hope. There are a couple of REALLY steep sections. Maybe if I had Zipps....
I need to get back out on the bike. I haven't been on the trainer either. I have made it to they gym a few times, so that's good. Going to hit the gym tonight, but my legs are still a little sore from skiing. Ah well, don't they say no pain, no gain?
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Dull
There really hasn't been too much to blog about. All my buddies here are via biking, and that activity has been sorely lacking. Its pretty easy to blow it off in the winter, too! Oh well.
So, a thing hit me on the way in, so I thought I'd write a quickie.
Music.
My love.
I think it is interesting to think about what has held up well over the years. I continue to follow music avidly, so for me there is constantly changing interests. This doesn't mean I leave everything behind. As a genre, the goth stuff of the college years hasn't held up as well. I still enjoy some of the more original bands, (think Bauhaus, Sisters) but as a whole...its overly serious. Rock and Roll holds up the best, I think. I believe this is because it never really changes. How different is pop idol loser Daughtry from Elvis? Or Jerry Lee? Not so much, really.
On the way in I was listening to one of my fave high school bands (and one of Eric Cartman's obsessions) Styx. Now there's a band. I think stuff like this falls into one of several categories; nostolgia, wow - what was I/the band thinking?, and holds up well. For me, Styx kind of fits all three.
At the core of it, they play rock. Into-verse-chorus-verse-chorus-lead break-bridge-chorus-etc. They were heavy keyboards so you get that in the intros and lead breaks. The songs hold up ok. Their image - a renaissance fair on stage - not as much. I'll give them a bit of a break on the clothing (Heart did it, too), because they're trying to stick out, but man is it silly. Musically, still fun for me.
But its the keyboards. What would Styx have been without Dennis DeYoung? He helped make them stand out, I think, but I think they would have held up better musically without his Arp noodling. That's what REALLY dates the music. As a kid, I liked the song Lady. It was kind of the Nirvana formula, except quiet/loud/quiet was always keyboard intro/loud/keyboard outtro. I still am ok with the song. But the later album The Grand Illusion, with the hit Come Sail Away, is what broke them. There is some great stuff on that album. I saw them on that tour here at the Mosque (I don't acknowledge PC renaming) and had a blast. I have a tape of that show where you can hear me screaming my girly scream the whole time.It was also my first real rock concert.
But I digress. The album is good. In listening to the better songs from it this AM, I realized it could have been better....without all the keyboard flourishes. I mean really. There's a song on it called Miss America. Strip off the stupid keyboard intro and you have a song with a fantastic riff. The keyboard break in the middle even works. It doesn't hurt that its followed by a guitar solo. Come Sail Away would work better without all the Moog noodling in the middle. Get on with it, fellas! (which is why my favorite band, the Ramones, got it sooooo right. They got on with it). You just don't need all of that, and its what dates the music and stops the movement.
While I now despise bands like ELP and Yes, they at least kept the music moving.
Which brings me to my closing...Dennis deYoung, and his faked accent, is satan.
You've now wasted your break time.
Go listen to some music and waste some more.
So, a thing hit me on the way in, so I thought I'd write a quickie.
Music.
My love.
I think it is interesting to think about what has held up well over the years. I continue to follow music avidly, so for me there is constantly changing interests. This doesn't mean I leave everything behind. As a genre, the goth stuff of the college years hasn't held up as well. I still enjoy some of the more original bands, (think Bauhaus, Sisters) but as a whole...its overly serious. Rock and Roll holds up the best, I think. I believe this is because it never really changes. How different is pop idol loser Daughtry from Elvis? Or Jerry Lee? Not so much, really.
On the way in I was listening to one of my fave high school bands (and one of Eric Cartman's obsessions) Styx. Now there's a band. I think stuff like this falls into one of several categories; nostolgia, wow - what was I/the band thinking?, and holds up well. For me, Styx kind of fits all three.
At the core of it, they play rock. Into-verse-chorus-verse-chorus-lead break-bridge-chorus-etc. They were heavy keyboards so you get that in the intros and lead breaks. The songs hold up ok. Their image - a renaissance fair on stage - not as much. I'll give them a bit of a break on the clothing (Heart did it, too), because they're trying to stick out, but man is it silly. Musically, still fun for me.
But its the keyboards. What would Styx have been without Dennis DeYoung? He helped make them stand out, I think, but I think they would have held up better musically without his Arp noodling. That's what REALLY dates the music. As a kid, I liked the song Lady. It was kind of the Nirvana formula, except quiet/loud/quiet was always keyboard intro/loud/keyboard outtro. I still am ok with the song. But the later album The Grand Illusion, with the hit Come Sail Away, is what broke them. There is some great stuff on that album. I saw them on that tour here at the Mosque (I don't acknowledge PC renaming) and had a blast. I have a tape of that show where you can hear me screaming my girly scream the whole time.It was also my first real rock concert.
But I digress. The album is good. In listening to the better songs from it this AM, I realized it could have been better....without all the keyboard flourishes. I mean really. There's a song on it called Miss America. Strip off the stupid keyboard intro and you have a song with a fantastic riff. The keyboard break in the middle even works. It doesn't hurt that its followed by a guitar solo. Come Sail Away would work better without all the Moog noodling in the middle. Get on with it, fellas! (which is why my favorite band, the Ramones, got it sooooo right. They got on with it). You just don't need all of that, and its what dates the music and stops the movement.
While I now despise bands like ELP and Yes, they at least kept the music moving.
Which brings me to my closing...Dennis deYoung, and his faked accent, is satan.
You've now wasted your break time.
Go listen to some music and waste some more.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Forgive Me
As I sit here, I realize I was wrong. I shouldn't have said it. I posted that I *only* had a Fuji. I sit here, she's just a few feet away strapped to the trainer. She's a little wet from my sweat. She's a fine steed. Its a good bike.
I'm sorry I looked at the prices of Sevens. I shouldn't have. I'm sorry your chain is so greasy, but it is winter. But think, soon you'll get a nice tune up.
I hope she'll be ok.
I'm sorry I looked at the prices of Sevens. I shouldn't have. I'm sorry your chain is so greasy, but it is winter. But think, soon you'll get a nice tune up.
I hope she'll be ok.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
What do I have to do???
Dammit.
Once, REB60 blogged that I was the fastest rider he knew because I was always there. Well, we knew that was a nice lie.
I now think this of all my riding buddies. No matter what I do, they're right there. Sure, there is a time or to I pass them, or they pass me, but no one ever "drops" anyone.
I want to be able to drop someone.
Considering that I'm going to attempt the Wintergreen thing, you'd think I'd be able to. But no.
REB and I are a tad (ok lot) larger than the Trichicks we usually ride with. I always figure that is to my advantage on the downhills. More mass=faster. I've got mass covered. So, I usually tuck in and coast....give myself a break....andI'll pass folks. I commented this to Tridi this Saturday as I coasted up to her.
We hit the biggest hill of the ride at the end. (btw, why is that? Who plans these routes anyway?) EVERYONE passed me. Not sure how that happened. So, we hit the bottom and start the climb. I roll by everyone. Was truly odd. As we started to get towards the top, everyone caught me. Someone passed, Tridi, I think. Once we crested and my heart found its way back to where it goes, I pushed a bit. Trigirl40 was on my wheel the whole damn time.
Again, what do I have to do??? Buy Zipps?
I will say my pedals didn't bother me this week, and my toes didn't go numb. Maybe I'm on to something.
Truly, I think it boils down to the fact that we're all pretty similar riders. Everyone has their good and bad days. Some folks seem to peak. As I'm not training for anything, I just try to last.
At any rate, it was a good ride. I hope I can continue to meet up when my wife starts training for the Ukrops thingie.
Once, REB60 blogged that I was the fastest rider he knew because I was always there. Well, we knew that was a nice lie.
I now think this of all my riding buddies. No matter what I do, they're right there. Sure, there is a time or to I pass them, or they pass me, but no one ever "drops" anyone.
I want to be able to drop someone.
Considering that I'm going to attempt the Wintergreen thing, you'd think I'd be able to. But no.
REB and I are a tad (ok lot) larger than the Trichicks we usually ride with. I always figure that is to my advantage on the downhills. More mass=faster. I've got mass covered. So, I usually tuck in and coast....give myself a break....andI'll pass folks. I commented this to Tridi this Saturday as I coasted up to her.
We hit the biggest hill of the ride at the end. (btw, why is that? Who plans these routes anyway?) EVERYONE passed me. Not sure how that happened. So, we hit the bottom and start the climb. I roll by everyone. Was truly odd. As we started to get towards the top, everyone caught me. Someone passed, Tridi, I think. Once we crested and my heart found its way back to where it goes, I pushed a bit. Trigirl40 was on my wheel the whole damn time.
Again, what do I have to do??? Buy Zipps?
I will say my pedals didn't bother me this week, and my toes didn't go numb. Maybe I'm on to something.
Truly, I think it boils down to the fact that we're all pretty similar riders. Everyone has their good and bad days. Some folks seem to peak. As I'm not training for anything, I just try to last.
At any rate, it was a good ride. I hope I can continue to meet up when my wife starts training for the Ukrops thingie.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
5, 6, 7
7 things? Everything about me is weird. How do I even figure it out?
7 - I'll join the TriGirl M&M train. When I could eat them, I ate them by color. Browns first, the other colors, then the greens. Always the greens last. Now I just wish I could eat them.
6 - Along the eating front, I also eat chips by eating the broken ones first, leaving the succulent whole, fully formed Doritos, Fritos, etc for last. Whole ones hold a better flavor.
5 - When I drive to a bike ride, I could replace most anything on the bike. I have a complete tool kit with me.
4 - I can't leave ANYTHING alone. Car, bike, stereo, camera, PC, doesn't matter. Whatever it is, I have to muck with it.
3 - I like to fall asleep on the couch.
2 - I love awards shows. Any of them. The music ones are my favorites, but I'll watch them all.
1 - I've worked at the same place for 20 years. Clearly I'm a masochist.
That took me all night to write.
I'm still a little bummed that I've only had one tri-girl offer up her bike for marrige. I realize I ride a lowly Fuji, but common...
7 - I'll join the TriGirl M&M train. When I could eat them, I ate them by color. Browns first, the other colors, then the greens. Always the greens last. Now I just wish I could eat them.
6 - Along the eating front, I also eat chips by eating the broken ones first, leaving the succulent whole, fully formed Doritos, Fritos, etc for last. Whole ones hold a better flavor.
5 - When I drive to a bike ride, I could replace most anything on the bike. I have a complete tool kit with me.
4 - I can't leave ANYTHING alone. Car, bike, stereo, camera, PC, doesn't matter. Whatever it is, I have to muck with it.
3 - I like to fall asleep on the couch.
2 - I love awards shows. Any of them. The music ones are my favorites, but I'll watch them all.
1 - I've worked at the same place for 20 years. Clearly I'm a masochist.
That took me all night to write.
I'm still a little bummed that I've only had one tri-girl offer up her bike for marrige. I realize I ride a lowly Fuji, but common...
Monday, January 7, 2008
Open Auditions
My child would like to be a flower girl. I guess what one wouldn't, especially if they are girly. Well, we explained that it really wasn't in the cards because there wasn't anyone in the family to get married.
She came up with a plan.
She decided I should marry one of my TriGirl friends so she could be a flower girl. I'm not sure who Mom is marrying. So, line up ladies. :-)
I was going to give it a go on the trainer tonight...I could really use it. But, I bailed. Instead I decided to once again tackle my troublesome pedals. Since I can't afford to buy Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn any Zipps (I looked at the price....yeah, no), I wasn't going to be getting any Speedplays from her. Best make my Time's work.
So, I flipped the cleats. You can adjust spacing by flipping them (on a mountain bike you do this to adjust release angle...unless you're like me and took a grinder to them anyway). I also mounted them as far forward as I could. I had always had them moved back since that seemed like where the ball of my foot was in the shoe. Guess I was wrong. I was able to clip in every time, without looking, in the dark. I practiced several times.
It does feel different. The possibility exists that this may help my numb toe issue as well. It'll be awhile before I know about that one. Regardless, I'm happy(ish) with them again. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't still curious about the Speedplay.
Finally, I came in and adjusted the float. I have them set on medium float instead of max. It seems to feel a little better this way. I'll ride like this for awhile and perhaps tighten them down more later.
So, after all that I backed out the cleat screws, put on a little Loctite, and tightened it all back. Good to go.
Saturday anyone?
She came up with a plan.
She decided I should marry one of my TriGirl friends so she could be a flower girl. I'm not sure who Mom is marrying. So, line up ladies. :-)
I was going to give it a go on the trainer tonight...I could really use it. But, I bailed. Instead I decided to once again tackle my troublesome pedals. Since I can't afford to buy Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn any Zipps (I looked at the price....yeah, no), I wasn't going to be getting any Speedplays from her. Best make my Time's work.
So, I flipped the cleats. You can adjust spacing by flipping them (on a mountain bike you do this to adjust release angle...unless you're like me and took a grinder to them anyway). I also mounted them as far forward as I could. I had always had them moved back since that seemed like where the ball of my foot was in the shoe. Guess I was wrong. I was able to clip in every time, without looking, in the dark. I practiced several times.
It does feel different. The possibility exists that this may help my numb toe issue as well. It'll be awhile before I know about that one. Regardless, I'm happy(ish) with them again. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't still curious about the Speedplay.
Finally, I came in and adjusted the float. I have them set on medium float instead of max. It seems to feel a little better this way. I'll ride like this for awhile and perhaps tighten them down more later.
So, after all that I backed out the cleat screws, put on a little Loctite, and tightened it all back. Good to go.
Saturday anyone?
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Shoe...Foot.....Other
For me it started years back. Slowly. It ended last year in a rush. It was rough, but you manage. My poor child had to learn early. She's done well, but I know its tough. My wife has done exactly the right thing. Always.
Well, now its back. Only its changed. Moved. The kid will have to deal with it again, but now its the wife's turn. Problem is, I don't know if I'll do as good a job as she did. And I have to 'cause this is just the beginning again.
Thursday night I'll need a drink.
Well, now its back. Only its changed. Moved. The kid will have to deal with it again, but now its the wife's turn. Problem is, I don't know if I'll do as good a job as she did. And I have to 'cause this is just the beginning again.
Thursday night I'll need a drink.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Yup
I made it to the gym last night. It had been awhile. Frankly I hate this time of year because all the "resolution" exercisers are there. Not that I wish them any ill will, I just hate a crowded gym. My gym is really small so if there is much of a crowd, its a little rough. Tuesdays and Thursdays seem to be less crowded, so I think I'm going to do my best to plan on those days. I can do the trainer on the others.
Turned out it wasn't too bad last night. I've learned if I leave work a little early, like 10 minutes, I beat the traffic out and get to the gym a little earlier. Often this can make the difference in trying to get some cardio in. Last night I had to use the bike because the cross trainers were full. I did manage to do my 30 min at over 100 rpm. The tension was up a bit as well, so I was pleased. Even the weight machines weren't awful. My legs were rubbery by the end, but fine later on. A good feeling.
The other tidbit was I think I saw my old hotish trainer there. Didn't get to talk to her, but I'd like to. She started me off on this whole thing and I'm in so much better shape. I would think she might like it, too, since it shows someone she worked with continued on and maintained. Natch I'd be further along if I had stayed with her, but it didn't seem worth the cash.
And a quick note before someone yells at me, the hotish trainer was a gift from my wife. When she called to get a trainer, she asked for a hot chick (maybe not in those words). I mean, why would I want a man? Having a girl is just far more incentive. Who wants to look bad in front of a cutie? I mean, even though you know you look like a big in comparison, you still try hard. Maybe its just me. Maybe I'm a dirty old man. Maybe I just admit it.
And yes, Trigirl 40, Out of Shape 45 here was convinced by REB 60 to do a time trial up Wintergreen mountain. You in?
Turned out it wasn't too bad last night. I've learned if I leave work a little early, like 10 minutes, I beat the traffic out and get to the gym a little earlier. Often this can make the difference in trying to get some cardio in. Last night I had to use the bike because the cross trainers were full. I did manage to do my 30 min at over 100 rpm. The tension was up a bit as well, so I was pleased. Even the weight machines weren't awful. My legs were rubbery by the end, but fine later on. A good feeling.
The other tidbit was I think I saw my old hotish trainer there. Didn't get to talk to her, but I'd like to. She started me off on this whole thing and I'm in so much better shape. I would think she might like it, too, since it shows someone she worked with continued on and maintained. Natch I'd be further along if I had stayed with her, but it didn't seem worth the cash.
And a quick note before someone yells at me, the hotish trainer was a gift from my wife. When she called to get a trainer, she asked for a hot chick (maybe not in those words). I mean, why would I want a man? Having a girl is just far more incentive. Who wants to look bad in front of a cutie? I mean, even though you know you look like a big in comparison, you still try hard. Maybe its just me. Maybe I'm a dirty old man. Maybe I just admit it.
And yes, Trigirl 40, Out of Shape 45 here was convinced by REB 60 to do a time trial up Wintergreen mountain. You in?
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Nooooooooooo
Well, for most tomorrow starts a return to normal. Yuck. Well, the kids need to be back in school, but that morning routine will suck tomorrow. It means I have to get up when the alarm goes off. And get the kid up.
It also means work. People will be back expecting stuff. Its pretty light throughout the holidays. Of course the rest of the week will be spent catching up for most. I'm sure it will be as joyous as it has been.
So, nice day today, but it got cold later. I was supposed to be riding with REB60 but I bailed. Now I feel fat. It just seemed like there was so much to get done. After being gone the weekend I needed to get laundry done and we need to clean up Christmas so I can get the tree out. I'm bad about putting my stuff away. As I mentioned before, I hate having Christmas go away. But away it goes. The new biking socks are on their way upstairs. The sugar free candy will go to work, movies and car stuff downstairs.
I have got to get back on the exercise wagon. Now that I said I'd ride a mountain, I'd be foolish not to. Maybe I need to come up with some sort of plan. Hmm.
Lemme work on this....
It also means work. People will be back expecting stuff. Its pretty light throughout the holidays. Of course the rest of the week will be spent catching up for most. I'm sure it will be as joyous as it has been.
So, nice day today, but it got cold later. I was supposed to be riding with REB60 but I bailed. Now I feel fat. It just seemed like there was so much to get done. After being gone the weekend I needed to get laundry done and we need to clean up Christmas so I can get the tree out. I'm bad about putting my stuff away. As I mentioned before, I hate having Christmas go away. But away it goes. The new biking socks are on their way upstairs. The sugar free candy will go to work, movies and car stuff downstairs.
I have got to get back on the exercise wagon. Now that I said I'd ride a mountain, I'd be foolish not to. Maybe I need to come up with some sort of plan. Hmm.
Lemme work on this....
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