The proscuitto de Portlandia, coppa, lardo, and pancetta are hanging in the rafters in a small room that I built to house the beer and sake. It's dark in there, and smells good.
I like a long-term project. Especially one that requires a certain amount of benign neglect. The difficult, expensive, and time-consuming part is now finished.
Waiting is easy.
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There was a thump on the porch this afternoon. The sound of which I like.
My apologies to the Reverend for talking him out of these a year or so ago. I changed my mind and spent the money so you don't have to.
Beautiful.
WHAT TYPE ARE YOU?
And Berg, you need to SEE what Davis could do with that blind, two-finger style.
edit: and, the Tweed Ride. 150 people? GTFo.
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Dot Matrix
The shoes are perfect for the Tweed Ride.
Day late and $240 short. As usual.
And Dot Matrix? Son, you're a mess.
Earl? Is that you?
Sorry you're not well.
The shoes are very nice, except for those cleaty soccer things on the bottom.
I looked at your YouTube before I posted. It's nice to have the immediacy of a live performance, but I preferred the other song. I have a bunch of Gary Davis on tape. I just don't listen to tapes much. I should. I have too much to just walk away from.
Tweed guy. For three years I have intended to join three friends who do the the Lake Pepin 3-speed. Stonich even has a Raleigh Superbe loaner for me that is virtually unridden. Again this year it filled up before I got off my ass and signed up.
http://www.home.earthlink.net/~steinborn/3STmainwithframes.htm
That 3-speed thing looks like a damn hoot. I remember seeing something about that sometime ago, and was amazed. Strict bastards, too.
As for the shoes: I know, I hate the cleats. But, I also like to get off the bike and walk around a bit. Falling on your ass in the pissior of some dank tavern can put a damper on the second half of a ride.
Ask me how I know.
I wear Sidi touring shoes, which are so good they don't make them anymore.
as for your Tweed ride: it is everthing I expected and feared. Makes me wanna dress up in a Pippy Lonstocking wig and some assless chaps and derby through the middle. Must...not...hate cyclist...
And as for yourself: you rotten mother fucker.
You really are the reason I do not have those shoes. And I could have maybe gotten away with getting them back then. What size are they?
If you slit my throat and leave me covered in leaves next to one of your beer "caches", don't you think people will be wondering where you got the shoes from?
Huh?
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With some chunky socks I could make it work.
Just don't ever get caught out in the woods alone, sucka. Ill-gotten and covered in blood is just my style.
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