It’s Sunday and sunny and 75 degrees outside and I was supposed to be RACING today. I’m sick. What a BUMMER feeling that is. (and Continue reading I’m sick again.
Volunteer park had a criterium today, and I was there for a good chunk of it. The masters race was awesome. I wish I had Continue reading This post does not mention the space needle
Eskimo has no real equivalents to our words “create” or “make” which presuppose imposition of the self on matter. The closest Eskimo term “to work Continue reading The world is your tusk, Mr. Eskimo.
Or, “did EN ever stand for anything?” Shit. Back before blogging, when I kicked this site off, people would categorize everything in their daily existence. Continue reading When EN stood for something
Subversive Punk Icon Malcolm McLaren Dead At 64. He was known as the British Andy Warhol, the P.T. Barnum of punk and Dick Clark from Continue reading RIP Malcolm McLaren
This week finds me in Upstate New York. I have been here since Sunday with my trusty Travelers Check and it has been fantastic. This is Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: The right coast?
Seattle is my home now, and Count Vermin fades in rear view. I have found it. Poised to be a real bike city. Not that Continue reading I sure do love these flowering trees
There are those that doubt. There are those that know. From: J. just saying moto pacing must be working for someone The email came with Continue reading Motorpacing is a motorpacing does
My man Leg’s wrote me an email. He didn’t say much. He didn’t have to. From: Legs Hard man’s bike, right up your alley. pezcyclingnews.com/cgi/gallerypicget.asp… Continue reading Balls & Glory
Like every good gangster rapper, I am a fan of the movie Scarface. But as some of you may know, I am deathly allergic to Continue reading My little friend
Well, not really fat. More like “festively plump” or “jolly.” From: Jeff D. Jonny, hope all is well at law school in the warm weather… Continue reading Humpday musing from the fat man.
It’s almost Wednesday as I type this and I have to be to work in about 6 hours, but that can all wait. I’m fresh off Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Where the pavement Ends