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[Nov. 15th, 2009|05:58 am] |
One of my most favorite bands right now is SF-based 20 Minute Loop, who I've listened to constantly and haven't yet been able to catch in person. They're headlining Bottom of the Hill tomorrow, and after reading their myspace I found out it's their last! show! ever!
Which is as they say 'a real mixed blessing'.
also i'm playing dragon age and it's a very long video game |
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| disparate measures |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|01:14 pm] |
I'm in San Diego this weekend for my Mom's retirement. This meant flying out of SF after work on Friday.
At Mountain View Caltrain we were delayed a couple minutes, someone'd suicide-by-train earlier in the San Jose area. Fair enough. We're on the train for one stop before someone kills themselves on the Northbound track and the train is stopped "indefinitely".
Indefinitely is a mighty long time, it's now 6pm and my flight is at 8:45. I'd planned on stopping in SF to sort out my affairs then BARTing right back to the airport, but it was looking like I'd have to go direct instead. It's highly unlikely it would take them over two hours to clean all the man-stuff off the tracks and get to Millbrae, but I've got the time, and sitting in a train is boring, so I elect to bike the rest of the distance to Millbrae.
El Camino is a shitty route to take, definitely, but it's the most direct and I don't have one of those fancy smartphones to look up directions. It took about 1:45. My coworker texted that the train had switched to local service and made it to Burlingame, meaning I beat them by one stop.
Then I noticed my phone had voiced to say my flight was delayed till 10pm. MLIA |
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| rt @nate_mueller |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|12:10 pm] |
The brief and outlandish saga of the AirWave hay rides:
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| overflowed recap |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|04:29 pm] |
New YorkI never fully reflected on this experience other than dumping like 700 point-and-shoot fotos on flickr.
- Walked many miles across Brooklyn on my first day. Stopped walking as much after that because walking is slow.
- Biked like 150 miles between two separate rented bikes. It turned out the day I came over was the New York century, a rare all-city (inasmuch as the greenbelts in outer Queens/Brooklyn can be considered 'city') century that I'm sorry to have missed. Had I known, I'dve tried to fly in a day sooner. What a trip it would be to have your first exposure to a city be biking through it for eight hours straight. Well, that's kind of how my NY experience ended up anyway.
- Saw all five boroughs (though Staten Island only for the 30 minutes between ferries). Went across any important bridges I could find: Brooklyn, Manhattan, Williamsburg, Queensborough, George Washington, and a bunch of the littler ones that connect Manhattan/Bronx, Brooklyn/Queens, Queens/Rockaways, etc.
- Saw the Weakerthans in Williamsburg on a exploratory probe to determine whether NYC showgoers are any different than SF ones. As j|DLV predicted, no.
- Touristed the Cathedral of St John the Divine, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Grand Central Terminal, Central Park, Columbia campus, CCNY campus, NYU campus, Ground Zero, Times Square, Empire State Building, the Atlantic Ocean, and Coney Island among other placelings.
So I was only there for seven days, but I'm pretty sure I saw all the things.
LitquakeSF's annual literary festival thing of books. Like Sketchfest, it's something I notice comes up every year but I've never attended any events of. This year though I saw Porchlight's Punk Rock night, which was sorta okay but a little too inside jokey, minus the part about jokes. I look forward to attending any of their events in the future that might rely less on shout outs of obscure band names.
Saturday, the Lit Crawl, started off going to a panel on internet stuff at some place called The Lab on 16th. Got to see I guess missionmission Allan's (ex?-)girlfriend give an awful reading from an old blog. Later Sex Pigeon said some stuff and now I hate him a lot less.
Spent some time in 826 Valencia listening to youngsters of varying ages and skill say stuff they read. Enlightening, and now I can no longer say I've never been in the back of 826 Valencia.
Finally Kasper Hauser in Clarion Alley. I don't know what it is about Kasper Hauser that leaves them often aiming for comedy and hitting something a little more annoying, like they're trying too hard or not hard enough. Maybe sometime they will try the exactly right amount and I will be on board.
Treasure IslandI'd boned myself out of tickets for Saturday night by waiting too long, though no big loss because the Litquake thing was worth experiencing. But I missed what sounds like a good Girl Talk set on Saturday.
Highlights of Sunday went just as expected: Thao as always was a wonderment and newcomers to my heart Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes delivered joy. The Decemberists did a pleasing spin through of The Hazards of Love, marred only by that I had already heard The Hazards of Love at the Fox a couple months ago and would've much rathered their crowd-pleasing older favorites.
I haven't seen any similar reaction on the internet, but I thought The Flaming Lips were awful. I didn't see a lot of music on display, just a lot of colored lights and grandstanding and shouting at the crowd to be more excited than the crowd ever was. That night's rendition of "Yoshimi" was interrupted every twenty seconds by Wayne leering at the crowd until they rose into a complacent cheer. Maybe there was something more interesting going on that I missed, but I thought it was just awful.
Which leads me to divert for a second into a problem with festivals in general and maybe TI in particular: the bands are staggered, yes, but so many people are in attendance by the end that getting a good vantage for both the last two bands is impossible. You either herd your way between stages as the bands change and give up any hope of being near the headliner, or camp out at the main stage as early as you can stand, saving your position at the cost of the penultimate band being nothing but a far off murmur. I don't know what the solution to any of this is, I just know it's a thing. |
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| WITCHTOBER |
[Oct. 17th, 2009|05:13 pm] |
It's Halloween season, and that means my favorite joke is the word 'haunted'. Any object that behaves unusually, I question whether it is posessed by a spook or spectre. If for instance someone's Facebook news feed fails to load I will propose that Facebook is haunted, perhaps because of that time they chose to build Facebook on the indian burial ground.
Upon seeing Halloween decorations in the window of for example the Roosevelt Tamale Parlor, I will question as to whether they are serving haunted tamales and whether these tamales will provide you with secret ghost insights when ingested.
Yeah, it gets pretty tired.
I want to be Professor Layton for Halloween, but lack the initiative, the materials, and a young ward following me around helping me solve puzzles.
LETS TALK ABOUT JOURNEY TO THE END OF THE NIGHT. Does it interest you? Would you like to spend your Halloween running for your life instead of standing in some loud house bar party drinking beer with the same folks? I think I would.
I screwed myself out of going to day 1 of Treasure Island by waiting until a couple days before to buy tickets. I'd been worried that it would rain, or that no one was going, because whenever I mention festivals to people it seems like they talk negatives about the cost or about how you only get to see a little of each band and about how all the bands aren't that good anyway.
It invokes that peer pressure response where maybe you were excited about the newest hot Lego bricks and you tell your friends about how much you want the Lego bricks and your friends say actually they tried those Lego bricks last year and aren't very good at all and they have been thinking about not going to so many Lego bricks anymore because the beer costs too much. To which you are forced to either rise to the Lego bricks defense or respond, "oh yeah, I agree", and then you don't want to go as much anymore.
'Cept a festival like this majorly splits up one's social circle and right now most of my people are off on the island leaving me to fend for myself. Everyone left in the City is working or busy or avoidant or who knows. Humbug.
but i am going sunday |
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| a shorter word for anecdote |
[Oct. 8th, 2009|07:51 pm] |
Yesterday there was a bee on my shirt, I don't know how long it'd been there. A coworker pointed it out and once I figured out she wasn't joking I screamed like a little girl.
And that was the most exciting thing that happened yesterday.
Post-work today, I arrived in downtown MV during an awkward between-train time, half intentionally, to buy some books to add to my giant stack of books I'ma someday gonna read. Biking back to the train station, I'd left my MP3 player dangling by the headphone cord and at some point it fell loose and skidded along the street to parts unknown.
The device, a Sandisk Sansa Clip + 4GB MP3 Player, is something like the sixth or seventh Sansa Clip I've owned, all previous having befallen to toilets, abandonment, or gradual bit-rot. Mentally I immediately wrote the thing off, pledging to stop in at Best Buy on the way home, but kept searching nonetheless. I figured it was under a car, or on the curb, or at the very worst in that pile of leaves but I'm going to save the leaves for last because how likely is it that it got far enough into them for me to not see it. Fifteen minutes pass, me looking like a fool searching on my hands and knees on a public thoroughfare, and I sift through the leaves and there it was. Yes.
And that was the most exciting thing that happened today.
On the way south from Caltrain, having returned to the City an hour later than expected, it was night-dark, and I lightless. I take biking without lights very seriously, as my bike is a dark green, making me feel like some sort of camouflaged forest creature, which is great for hiding from predators but not so much for weaving in and out of them. Down Townsend, down Harrison, down Valencia, I kept close distance with other, better-lit cyclists, who knew god damn well how dark it was going to be and installed appropriate illumination.
'Course I realized halfway through that my lights were actually in my bag, having subconsciously prepared for this. |
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| too long for twitter |
[Oct. 5th, 2009|10:57 pm] |
I chipped the filling on my already-chipped tooth, leaving me looking all snaggled in the face. The filling was deteriorating and it was bound to happen anyway. I'm gonna get it right fixed up at the dentist tomorrow.
One thing that never ceases to amaze me about adult life, or maybe just about being in control of my own space, is how rarely anything is truly lost. Things may get disorganized, stuff might fall behind the couch, but if I got something in the mail that looked important and threw it somewhere, by god it's likely to be lurking around nine months later. This is a revelation when compared to living at home and having my mom randomly 'clean' my stuff every couple of months, leaving certain artifacts to never be found again. Though back then what with schoolwork I had a lot more random papers lying around to lose.
If I was to write a book of advice, it would tell you never to go to sleep when you feel tired, and instead stay up for hours waiting around to see if something interesting happens, until you become so sleepy you can barely see. It would not be a book of good advice, just one explaining how to emulate my life as closely as possible. |
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| a bike in sonoma county |
[Oct. 3rd, 2009|09:38 pm] |
A century! Far away! I'd been dreading it all month, and not wanting to do it, though it was long ago bought and paid for. But I manned-up, as it were, getting up at 4am and getting it done - after all, it was closer than the century I did in Davis.
Gear Modifications: For once, I wore proper bike gloves, which helped keep my hands tender and pleasant to be around, as well as warm. Instead of taking my cell phone with me I took the new Point-and-Shoot. Because why would I need to call or be called anyway. AND! I didn't forget my chapstick. I also learned how to use the Velcro thingy on my frame pump so it wouldn't embarrassingly come loose.
The ride was okay-to-great, depending on the section. Climbing King Ridge itself wasn't too tough given how early it appeared in the ride (around mile 30). The standout was the section on Highway 1, which started with the most amazingly scenic descent I've ever been a part of. Though afterward we spent what felt like an hour following the cold cold water south and being blown here and fro by angry spirit winds. So, ups and downs.
The lowest point is the food, which was hyped on the website as being amazing, so much so that you had to pay an extra $8 on top of your $125 (!!!) entry fee. The food was not super great. Every century I've ever been to has had better food, with less hype.
Though I'm glad I did this one, I know I'd never want to do it again. Definitely never gonna do another ride with some "big name" attached. The everyone-starts-at-8:15 rule (I was ready a full hour before...) was made even more distasteful by a loudspeaker system at the start line where some guy was giving pissass color commentary. You don't see people pulling this dumb shit in more locally focused ride. The lion's share of the completely unacceptable entry fee went to a fund to keep Santa Rosa as the host city for the Tour of California, which is one of the worst causes I can think of.
... and I never want to see the word 'fondo' again.
1.The bike computer says 55 but I know that's a lie. It was way below that when I was like 75% done, and there weren't any big hills after that. Woe, the inaccuracies of magnets. |
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| infinite jest |
[Sep. 27th, 2009|11:21 pm] |
This summer I read David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest because the internet told me to. I actually finished it like a month ago, but waited this long to post mostly out of laziness.
Millions and billions and gillions of words have been typed-out on the blagospace about the book and its Themes and its Ending and what this and that means, so I don't think it's that prudent for me to waste any much more time going at it when I hardly have the literary chops to read the book properly let alone talk about it. But this is my favorite part, and the main insight I think I'll take with me for some time. Regarding loneliness, needs, irony, sincerity, etc:(p.694, emphasis mine) It's of some interest that the lively arts of the millennial U.S.A. treat anhedonia and internal emptiness as hip and cool. It's maybe the vestiges of the Romantic glorification of Weltschmerz, which means world-weariness or hip ennui. Maybe it's the fact that most of the arts here are produced by world-weary and sophisticated older people and then consumed by younger people who not only consume art but study it for clues on how to be cool, hip—and keep in mind that, for kids and younger people, to be hip and cool is the same as to be admired and accepted and included and so Unalone. Forget so-called peer-pressure. It's more like peer-hunger. No? We enter a spiritual puberty where we snap to the fact that the great transcendent horror is loneliness, excluded encagement in the self. Once we've hit this age, we will now give or take anything, wear any mask, to fit, be part-of, not be Alone, we young. The U.S. arts are our guide to inclusion. A how-to. We are shown how to fashion masks of ennui and jaded irony at a young age where the face is fictile enough to assume the shape of whatever it wears. And then it's stuck there, the weary cynicism that saves us from gooey sentiment and unsophisticated naїveté on this continent (at least since the Reconfiguration). One of the things sophisticated viewers have liked about J.O. Incandenza's The American Century as Seen Through a Brick is its unsubtle thesis that naїveté is the last true terrible sin in the theology of millennial America. And since sin is the sort of thing that can be talked about only figuratively, it's natural that Himself's dark little cartridge was mostly about a myth, viz. that queerly consistent U.S. myth that cynicism and naїveté are mutually exclusive. It's maybe the vestiges of Hal, who's empty but not dumb, theorizes privately that what passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human (at least as he conceptualizes it) is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naive and goo-prone and generally pathetic, is to be in some basic interior way forever infantile, some sort of not-quite-right-looking infant dragging itself anaclitically around the map, with big wet eyes and froggy-soft skin, huge skull, gooey drool. One of the really American things about Hal, probably, is the way he despises what it is he's really lonely for: this hideous internal self, incontinent of sentiment and need, that pules and writhes just under the hip empty mask, anhedonia. Meaning, I guess, that all the detached irony and other bullshit we all keep up is just a mask or structure or scaffolding or whatever metaphor you find appropriate that hides the incredible needy creature underneath. Or something. Like a lot of heavy prose, it feels more enlightening to just reread it than try to explain it.
People are meeting at Booksmith tomorrow for a sort of postmortem on the whole Infinite Summer thing. I don't know if anyone is actually going to be there, or whether it will be super weird, or whether I will have anything to talk about if I go. Shrug.
Also the internet book club is continuing on with Dracula in October. I just got a copy, you're welcome to come along with me. |
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| last bike in nyc |
[Sep. 19th, 2009|03:25 am] |
i wanted to go to coney island but i took the long way. did you know that in Queens there's a place where 69th Rd, 69th St and 69th Place are right next to each other? Total recipe for confusion.
i'm very tired and i hope i make my plane tomorrow and i'll be glad to be in a place where I won't be lulled into a false sense of security by the 24-hour transit that leads me to wait like 45 minutes for a queensbound G train in addition to all the time spent on the 1 train beforehand. |
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| before I forget |
[Sep. 18th, 2009|05:18 am] |
brooklyn-queens-manhattan-bronkx loop: http://veloroutes.org/bikemaps/?route=41090
It took 33 minutes to bike on 2nd ave from 110th to 1st. I invite you to beat this record at your leisure.
Staten Island is the only borough I've missed, but it looks like you can't bike across the bridge to it so maybe Staten Island can shove it. |
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| The Wake Up Early Week |
[Sep. 6th, 2009|08:24 pm] |
I've been in a funk lately, like a real serious one, like when you get on the bike and you stop wanting to pedal it and you don't really care anymore if the bike falls over taking you with it, and after it falls maybe you could just lie on the ground and wait to die.
So yeah, a bummer time. I wondered if maybe all the people who like criticize my sleep habits have a point, so I tried to last a week going to sleep early every night. Early for me being 10pm. Realistically midnight. I couldn't leave it that simple though, I decided to make a sort of game out of this week:
THE TRAVIS GRATHWELL COMMUTER BREAKFAST CHALLENGE- Wake up at 6am (compare typical 6:30am)
- Get a sit-down breakfast at a different establishment every day.
- Make the 7:14 Caltrain. No dilly-dallying.
Monday: Panera Bread by the Caltrain station
This one is the most cheater-ish of them all, as I'd not yet finalized the dumb set of rules I was imposing on myself. Panera doesn't have any proper sit-down food, only breakfast sandwiches. But I was sitting down when I ate it, so points for trying?
I had their Bacon Egg and Cheese sandwich and some sort of pastry. They have a whole variety of delectable pastries around, which is a big lure because their little half-size sandwich is nothing special. 3/5 because I'll probably end up back here on days when I get to the train station early.
Tuesday: Cafe La Taza on Mission
I'd been in this place once or twice before and marvelled at the amount of food they have available for being a simple cafe. Yelp told me they were open at six so I put them on the list. Had the chorizo omelet (incl: potatoes, toast), which may be the first omelet I've ever eaten in my life. Quite enjoyed it, but it was a touch expensive to do regularly. 4/5
Wednesday: La Torta Gorda on 24th
The other week I was moping by the Torta Gorda noted in the window that they served breakfast super early, which probably drove me to try this early-breakfast thing in the first place.
Despite the heavy spanish-ness of the restaraunt, I ordered, and immediately regretted ordering, the lame-o white guy breakfast (bacon, hash browns, two eggs, toast). The correct choice was obviously Huevos Divorciados, which I didn't order because I didn't know what they were, until I later saw a picture of them on the wall and surmised they were delicious. The American breakfast was fine if greasy, but I'll give ?/5 until I can go back and get something more reasonable.
REVISED! 9/9/09: The divorciados hit for like a 2/5. Too liquidy to be something I really want to eat.
Thursday: La Victoria on 24th
Despite their ubiquity on 24th, this was the first panaderia I've been to, and it's a shame that no one ever told me they were magical wonderlands. Like a donut shop turned inside out, you walk in and are immediately surrounded by tasty goods of numerous shape and size, what which you can pick and choose from with tongs.
But in addition to the panaderiaeic nature of the place, it also operates like a coffee shop, and that led me to going there Thursday and getting a veggie omelet (incl. potatoes, beans). These people, not being satisfied with providing sugary delights in excess, go the extra mile and give you the bread-part of a sandwich, which you can use to eat a portion of your breakfast torta-style. 5/5
Friday: Sam's Diner in the greater Civic Center region.
Normally Market Street is out of my commute zone, but I made a special exception because I was running out of places in the Mission that were open early. Mission's Kitchen for example is not. Otherwise they would've got some play.
The unique characteristic of Sam's is that even though they open at 6 the whole breakfast serving apparatus isn't really into gear until more like 6:40, making hitting a specific timeframe a little dicey. Also, no convenient bike spot outside (looped my cable lock around a tree).
I got the salmon/spinach omelet (incl potatoes, toast), just because it seemed a little ridiculous. 2/5 -- it was watery and if I hadn'tve scarfed it right quick I would've missed the train.
summary
I'd rather not wake up at 6am ever again. At least, not for a whole week. |
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| on microblogging |
[Sep. 6th, 2009|06:31 pm] |
I've tried out The Twitter for a while but I don't think I like it much. Facebook is more facilitative of dialog (though getting an inbox full of "so-and-so has commented on a thing you commented on" emails can be a drag) and LJ is better for getting actual ideas across.
I keep having three-or-four-sentence-worthy ideas that are too long for Twitter but feel too short to make a big LJ entry over. They typically come during the day's first coffee, when I feel like everything I do is outstandingly brilliant, so they're probably just mirages of good ideas anyway. Eitherwise, a lot of times I'd rather have posted them than leaving them to the mist of forgottenhood.
I'm going to New York September 12-19. |
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| unexpected century |
[Aug. 23rd, 2009|08:57 pm] |
Mission Cycling 08-22-09
Cheese Factory
Marshall Wall
Point Reyes Station |
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| Total time | 9:45 | |
| Ride Time | 7:05 | |
| Miles | 108 | |
| Average Speed | 15.2mph1 | |
| Top Speed | 44.1mph2 | |
I'd grown sour on the whole cycling group thing, the final straw being the Mission Cycling social gathering last Tuesday at Coffee Bar, where I found myself once again surrounded by a bunch of dudes who only know each other through bikes and thusly probably just want to talk about bikes and oh god I don't want to talk about bikes. I don't know if I even want to ride a bike. So I got into this Saturday's ride, just barely, kindof hoping maybe to never go to one again.
The ride was originally intended to be a cheese-factory-and-back loop, but when we got to Nicasio some of the more intense riders mentioned trudging on to Marshall Wall and rolling back down the coast through Point Reyes Station. I wasn't really that down, but we split into the go-back-homers and the down-for-whatevers, and going home was a plan maybe only five strong to the soldier-ers ten.
I can't say I kept up with the pack the whole time, but I didn't make a complete failure of myself. A lot of the rest stops were way too long hence the discrepancy between total time and ride time, but maybe that kept everyone's legs fresher. In a supported century, I'd prefer not to spend more than ten minutes off every twenty miles.
Snippets of remembered detail: the road between the cheese factory and Marshall Wall is incredibly boring, especially when almost everyone charged forward in a paceline you can't keep up with. Flying past the water in Tomales Bay is understandably great, though hardly anyone ever seems to stop to take in the scenery. The sandwich at the grocery in Point Reyes Station wasn't really worth waiting for. There's this narrow path through the Golden Gate National Recreation Area, which I have no idea what it's actually called, but it's completely wonderful. Shaded scenery, a great place to slow down and just nature it up after you've just come down from a psychotic 44mph hill.
It speaks to what I hate about this club that during that part I remarked to another cyclist "this is fucking delightful" and he, taking my comment sarcastically and imagining I was talking about the pave-job, replied back "yeah, this road is pretty bad".
But coming back into the city everyone was too tired to attack and the pace slowed significantly, such that all of us eight or so who went the distance made it together at once. It was kind of a good feeling.
So I'll probably go again. Provided I don't have much to do on a Saturday and can thusly afford to take 9am-6:45pm trips that leave me completely blasted out from the inside and therefore unable to move or speak.
1. the San Francisco/Sausalito leg brings this down, as does Larkspur/San Gregorio/Fairfax, any place with stop signs or lights. on the open road it ends up averaging more like 18mph.
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| RT @dbkliv |
[Aug. 18th, 2009|08:20 pm] |
If we both climb up either side of the box tower at the same speed, it won't fall down. Is it a metaphor for life?
It did fall because Will jumped off. Is it another metaphor?! The boxes fell all over Will's stuff and spilled his coffee though, so that's comeuppance I guess.
This might be the highlight of my month, I don't know if that's sad or not. |
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| bike versus pinecone |
[Aug. 18th, 2009|01:01 am] |
Today, my first substantive accident since a minor crash a week or two after the tooth-loss incident, well over two years ago. Not from sailing down a mountain doing 35mph or riding in a paceline, but from hitting a fucking pine cone on the way back from work.
The chief culprit is actually the shitty sunglasses I was wearing. I've been trying to make an effort to wear sunglasses after eschewing them all my life, because I think I squint too much and the constant squintiness is accelerating the natural forehead wrinkling process. I had some wraparound sport shades that I'd lost, good riddance because they just brought on awful glare. So today I was wearing these dumb little things that aren't even polarized -- reduced the contrast between plant matter and ground and somehow I got knocked over the handlebars.
Luckily I guess the unclipping wasn't a big deal, but I took the ground mostly with my right hand, particularly cutting a big chunk out of the pinky. Other injuries were sustained to arm, shoulder, elbow, knee, pants, bar tape. The bike was fine otherwise, though.
I got to ride Caltain while looking bleedy all over the place. It's possible I've screwed some joints in my hand or shoulder but probably it will be fine.
Also I bought a papaya today for the first time but it was gross. I think it was overripe. |
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| alpine dam |
[Aug. 15th, 2009|02:05 pm] |
Mission Cycling 08-15-09
Alpine Dam |
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| Total time | 5:00 | |
| Ride Time | 4:25 | |
| Miles Ridden | 63.5 | |
| Average Speed | 14.3mph | |
| Top Speed | 35.6mph | |
| Dams | 1 |
Had never been to Alpine Dam before. Amazingly scenic, lots of climbing, don't think I performed too well (14.3?). The route looks like this if you mentally add in the part that gets you from SF to Sausalito.
There was a comparatively small amount of riders, somehow coming back the entire pack split up. Nobody was waiting at Dolores when I got back either. Kinda took the teamworky aspect out of it, but was good in other ways. |
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| perfect square |
[Aug. 11th, 2009|09:19 pm] |
I got a cake and a giant dosa and a whiteboard with a helpful message.
And a navel infection.
Thanks, facebook commentors, twitter tweeters, text messagers. |
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