4:51 am.

Neckbeard

I'm in love with your eyes.

I'm 38 years old and moving house. Always moving. It's been a good winter. Not rained and all the cheery blossoms are out.

I'm dragging out the last of my things. it's after 2 in the morning and I have to pick up the truck at nine. 62 hours on the mats this week and I feel like a little kid.

I don't want you to expect anything from me. You remember what happened last summer when I kind of fell off the end for a little bit. It could easy happen again. You know how it works.

I got friends. Don't worry. They been coming by and dropping off things. I'm paying back my dad and the guys at work bought me and the wife a night downtown. The other wives are going to sit with our boys.

We'll go out to dinner and to The Clyde for drinks. Maybe we'll both get a minute of silence. I don't know.
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I wonder if my sons would like to row out on the river. We were talking about having fat bastard kids, or Lacrosse boys, or Crew boys. The loneliness of a long-distance runner boys.

I've been wild enough for all of us and look where we landed. I want them to know how to sharpen a knife, keep the fingernails clean, lap in a valve. Play push hands. Run a mile all ruddy and blonde.
Dance the way they do now without giving two shits what anybody thinks about it.

Some things don't have to exclude the others.

Ceci n'est pas une pipe

this is not a pipe.

Before Work, I

Ate Bunk.



Worked on fucking goddamn fucking car.



And picked up my new ruck.

Broder

Wife contemplates meat/cheese/fish box.



Decides to begin with soup.



Heart you, Broder.

Like somebody we used to know that's gone beyond us.

the cat.

Because I Stopped Caring About Talking

Living a model life.

This is beautiful to me.

Denim Demon

This won't make any sense to you.

1st anniversary of PRPS Barracuda jeans. Worn approx. 300 days. This is when it gets good.

Testing

Dickering about with the new Lumix LX3 to see how things are going to look.

Le Tour, 1962

This is for Monseur Chris (Le Aubergine Blanc), who will be back in Paris next week communing with his beautiful family.

Best to you all. We love you dearly, and impatiently await your return to these soils.

Bohdisattva

The Philosophy of Bill Murray.

Which gets me thinking about guitar picking.

Mississippi John Hurt



John Fahey



Jack Rose




Three generations. One, two, three.

I didn't make it to the Tweed Ride. I woke up puking at 6 am. Silas did it to me. I finally got out of bed this morning because I had to go do inventory.

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.

Tweed

I'm going to do this. But I'm going by myself, and hope that I don't see anybody I know.

Is this the exact opposite of racing? If so, that's kind of where I'm at right now.

It's been a rough couple of weeks. Yesterday and today were hard. We thought we had a new place nailed down, and it fell through.

I was already painting the trim and firing up the smoker in the backyard. Oh well.

Today, young Silas woke us up by laying in the middle of the living room and crying out "My body hurts".

He's been nothing but puke and the other thing all day. Around five, he was looking pretty glassy and I realized he wasn't holding down any liquid at all, so I took him to the doctor. Our family doctor. She looked me right in the face and said "He needs to go to the emergency room".

I said fuck it. We'll do it farmer-style. I got her to give me a scrip for some butt pills for the little dude, and I've been giving him 5cc of pedia-lite, every five minutes for the last 4 hours. He's keeping it down. Sleeping and looking bright-eyed when I wake him up for his "sip".

Wish us luck.

Equal

Every reason you should spend money at Rivendell and Velo Orange is right here.

From the Riv site:

Ten percent of receipts on Thurs and Fri will be donated to Haiti relief. You can read about this on the Velo Orange site, too. Chris there proposed it to me--VO's doing it, too, and it's a good idea. If you don't know Velo-Orange, you should. On the surface they may appear to be competitors, and at the most basic level, at a business-discussion level, I guess there's no denying that they are. But they're also friends, and they're pointed in the same general direction we are, and let me tell you, folks-- it's good to have more companies, more people, going in that direction. It's not like the racing world isn't ten times huger as it is; it's not like this movement, or whatever you might call it, has a full head of steam. More really is merrier, so go to

Velo-Orange

and whip out your credit card.

Donating a portion of sales to Haiti relief is a sensitive, tricky deal--- as a business, you depend on sales, but also, you want to do some good along the way. I've thought of this as "leaving good snail tracks," and there are selfish and altruistic components of it. If we swirled down the crapper in a few months or a year or some other dreadfully short time, I sure wouldn't want to look back and think, "We cheated a lot of people and were selfish SOBs along the way," and now we're out of business, oh well."
No matter how things are going and how they go, I want my worst thought to be something along the lines of, "Well, we tried hard. Maybe I wasn't a good enough businessman, but at least we didn't cheat people, and we gave a bunch of money away to good causes, and that's better than nothing, that's nothing to scoff at."
Don't take that to mean we're going down. We haven't had to lay anybody off (but are in no position to hire anybody new). We either earn business or don't, and we try to.
The Haiti relief deal going on now--- a cynic who hates us (and hates VO) might say we're using the disaster to boost sales. It would be hard to defend against that. Well, today we had a lousy sales day, capped off with a huge refund (bike deposit refunded, circumstances changed). We sent $1000 to Mercy Corp, directed to Haiti. It's not braggy stuff, but I'm mentioning it as a preemptive measure, in case somebuddyboysomewhere gets the wrong idea.

Anyway, the Haiti disaster is a disaster for all other charities, too. Whenever one cause makes big news, money that would have flowed to the other charities gets refunnelled to the Newsy one.
I do happen to think Pat Robertson's comments on the earthquake are --- well, I think he's full of --- well, I should probably just say I think he's off base. Is that OK? And I'm sure he doesn't care, or read this. I mean, I'm sure he's a nice guy and all, and I'm sure he claims to mean well, and I'm sure in the next few days he'll clarify what he really meant....but holy cow, Robertson...


These are good people, doing good work.

Pat Robertson, on the other hand, is a cunt. Fucking christian assholes and their mouths and being up in everyone else's business.

Enough, already.

I was just telling Hamachi, that mostly right now, I just listen to Eddy Current, drink Red Oval, and try to find the bottom of Haw-lin.

Such is my journey.

Where are you?

Do you think that the Welk Band were burners?

No way.


And, this is a little more realistic.

I've read nothing but good things about the Lumix LX3, and am excited to start taking pictures again.

Just like Sister Ray said.

For my birthday please?

I am in love with the Casual Dots.

Three on the Third

Happy birthday, rockers.

You are the best.

Resolute

1- Improve father skills.

2- Depression will not get me.

3- Less talk, more rock.

4- Air out the Colnago.

5- More poetry, less yelling.

6- Air out The Wife.

7- Neck tattoos.

8- Pushups.

9- Mixtapes.

10- I will do better.

Do you have things that you'd you'd like to work on?

Will you tell me about them?

I'm listening to you.


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