What I worry about

December 8, 2009 | 1 Comment

Beingsingle, whatamIdoingwithmylife, shouldImoveaway, whywon’tanyonedateme, amIevergonnasnapoutofitanddosomething, whatifI’mwastingmytime, whenissomethinggonnachange, whatcanIdotofixthis, shouldIjustgiveupandstartdrinkingnow.

Or, I just get drunk and taunt you, one way or the other it’s the same result.

Day 2

October 16, 2009 | 2 Comments

This is how it works:
Brood, brood, brood.
Yoga.
Brood less.

Back when I was still a career book-reader and didn’t know anything about bikes, other career book-readers around me used to speak of Cannondales with reverential tones. “They’re so light!” and “The tubes are so big!” Made no difference to me, I was still trying to figure out what “hegemonic” meant.
So I found it ironic [...]

A Big Deal

August 18, 2009 | 1 Comment

In 1989, my friend who sat next to me in 10th grade English class went to see the Pixies. The next day she kept muttering to herself that she still had buzzing in her ears. She said she’d been standing on some speakers, and clearly didn’t wear earplugs. That was as close as I got [...]

So much to catch up on

November 14, 2008 | 3 Comments

Or, so much on which to catch up. Yes, grammar is interesting.
How did I fall behind with my blogging? Well, in the weeks before the election I caught a cold – which led to me lying in bed and catching up on all the unread reading material in the house. Snot filling the head usually [...]

You don’t usually see this kind of celebration in a time trial.

Stupid jackass

July 19, 2008 | 1 Comment

I don’t even know what to say about this.
Rock Racing. Tour of Qinghai Lake. Tyler Hamilton. Winning.
Shudder.
Yeah, dude, I’m not a fan anymore.

Gorgeous baby platypus.

Read on. And cheer that we have our own blessed chacareroplace here in Boston, aptly named “Chacarero.”