our reflection pool

in the last few days it seems that DC has turned into our collective reflection pool. it’s the world wide web version of that lake in front of the washington monument. we can look at the lake to see what we could see just by picking up our heads, but sometimes we prefer to just look at the lake. it has been some time since my last post, but shit, lets get in on this action. here is a quick list of the things i learned in 2009:

  • it is not possible to sleep in hotels for 5 months and not want to go home.
  • hotel beds are never as comfortable as your bed at home.
  • moving sucks.
  • it is possible for me to make decisions based on money.
  • i have time to do the things i want to do, but sometimes i say i don’t just so i can be lazy and not do them.
  • cancer doesn’t care about anything.
  • telemark skiing is hard as shit.
  • fake hips are cool, but not as cool as having a real one that works good.
  • riding bikes is a really good way to not think about the sick people you love.
  • riding bikes is a really good way to think about the sick people you love.
  • writing letters to the editor is still a really good way to vent frustration.
  • moving from the place that you thought you’d never move from to a place you said you’d never move to is ok, and i think i am happier.
  • my wife makes me a better person.
  • putting 50 wasabi peanuts in your mouth at the same time is a terrible idea.
  • i look ridiculous with a mustache.
  • i still love growing a mustache.
  • the avett brothers are capable of putting out a bad album.
  • besides my wife, cooking is the thing i miss most when traveling.
  • family is more important than work, or anything else.
  • jokes about pirates are the funniest jokes around, except for maybe “screw in a light bulb” jokes.
  • new years resolutions are for weirdos.
  • binge drinking and boise, idaho mix very well.
  • i like learning new things, but i hate being really bad at stuff.
  • chiliquiles gives me awful diarrhea, every time.
  • www.textsfromlastnight.com is funny, but not really arts and culture.

so that’s it, i’m done reflecting.
i hope your new year is better than your old year, and i hope today kicks more ass than yesterday.

-the pineapple

facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestmailby feather

About Pineapple

He tried to call himself, "Malibu." But, you know the rules - you don't get to pick your own nickname. The word "pineapple" came to mind. Sorta tropical, spikey & rough, sweet on the inside. And so a nickname was born. "Bike mechanic, poet, sage, former collegiate hockey star. Ok, maybe not a star." (This should really be updated. He works for New Belguim now.) "i am full time bicycle mechanic, and all around nice guy. like to ride bikes, but not very far. like poetry, candle-light dinners, and short walks on the beach. i don't like getting hassled, and i don't like capitalization." Fort Collins, Colorado, USA

22 thoughts on “our reflection pool

  1. hey pineapple-

    don’t forget, doing bellyflops into a 3 ft deep pool is a bad idea, and extremely awesome all at the same time!

  2. That’s some good reflection The Pineapple. I appreciate your sentiments on family, cancer, riding… telemark skiing.. all of it.

    Thanks man.

  3. How many skateboarders does it take to screw in a light bulb?

    Just one, but it takes him a thousand tries.

  4. How many King County sheriff’s deputies does it take to break a light bulb?

    None. That light bulb fell down the stairs and broke itself.


  5. how may hippies does it take to screw in a light bulb?

    hippies don’t screw in light bulbs, hippies screw in dirty sleeping bags.

  6. are you living in Boise? I’m looking at a jawb there as i have GOT to get out of Fresno.

  7. no, but if you like riding bikes and drinking beer its a good place to be. i’ve been to fresno and it is less fun than boise.

  8. I second Boise. Or are we up to thirds? Anyway, great town, tons of fun. Lots of good riding, hoping nightlife, a river runs through it (a plus for us AZ heads), and very bike friendly. My wife and I once seriously considered moving there.

  9. Not much in the way of Mexican food in Boise, as far as I remember. Decent town otherwise.
    Fresno is way less fun than Sacramento. Fresno sucks balls. About the only thing it has on Sac is that it’s closer to the foothills, and great road riding… Having said that, of course it means I’ll end up at the university in a few years…

  10. I’ve spent a lot of time in Boise, it’s the closest thing to ‘normal’ in Idaho. That is to say, it’s not dominated by raving lunatic Mormons or Nazi survivalists. The ‘economic downturn’ has not been kind to Boise, though… lots of businesses failing and I read just this morning that Macy’s is shooting their Boise store. Boise State is a positive influence on the night life and Micron Tech is kinda sorta positive for jobs. It’s hard to make money manufacturing memory these days.

  11. I grew up in Boise and now when I visit cannot believe how big and sprawling it has gotten in the 15 years I have been gone. Although Mikey, that may have helped dilute the lunatic mormons I remember dominating when I was younger. Anyway, I will always have great memories of Bogus and downtown is a hell of a lot cooler now.

  12. Naw, Sac can hold it’s head above Fresno. At least I’m not in Bakersfield. Still, I’m close to putting a gun in my mouth. I need a place where I can ride from door and not have to negotiate 45 mins of shite. I’m looking for a mtn town but I’ll settle for a Santa Cruz or even a Berkeley. Thanks for the beta on Boise. I’ll be talking to The Man tomorrow.

  13. you had to bring up bakersfield. I was once held over there after another failed attempt at glory during some version of sea otter. Gorman pass was unthinkable with snow. I parked my vanagon between the peterbuilts, walked in, and ordered a chicken fried steak so as to not stand out. The heavy set lady, possibly a femine-bull-dike-man slopped the patty behind the kitchen wall window. his/her white allied-food getup was stained pale brown with the grease of bakersfield. I ate it whole. Wiggled my tounge. Savored it. So as to not make a scene. I walked out of their with gut rot like no tomorrow, and a palpable disdain for “Bakersfield”.

    fuck that place too.

  14. ‘Bout the only good thing to come out of Bakersfield was Buck Owens… and Jon Wayne’s Texas Funeral, according to their own legend… Fuck a whole bunch of Bakersfield…

    I was actually born in Santa Cruz… Came really close to going to school there, but the car broke down in Los Gatos… It was probably for the best…