Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Tuesday Afternoons

are lame. Like MySpace and your mom.

For some reason the monotonous time I spend in front of my computer on Tuesday afternoons leads me to post many replies on the Philly Bike Forums thread, some of which get misconstrued as bitchy. (The keyword being misconstrued, but I gotta admit bitchy is an improvement to the assholeness on there. There is no femalez around that place at all). Anyway, I just thought I'd move on over here and make a post, since, unlike BF, no one actually comments on this thing.

Enjoy.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Tools

not the kind you fix things will, though those are cool too. I used some the other night at Bike Church to fix my bike.

I'm talking about the kind Leath and I are well on our way to becoming, him via a consulting job, and me in the opposite direction, via things like body modification and fixed gear bikes. According to Leath, "Tooldom is probably a giant circle. If we both go really far we'll probably meet up again. Granted, it may be in hell."

I'll end with a line from the classic film SLC Punk, in which Stevo's dad reminds him: "I didn't sell out, son. I bought in. Keep that in mind."

Thursday, March 15, 2007

I'll be doing track stands in a very long while

because I can't balance for shit.
on the other hand, I learned how to skid tonight!
(much thanks to Tyler from Bike Church/Bike Forums* for teaching me)

*the internet is creepy. I walk into Bike Church the other night to fix a flat and see this guy from the internets (i.e., Bike Forums), which led to a completely awkward encounter since I felt the need to reveal my identity to him, then I get a BF message from Tyler who picked up on who I was thanks to the Bike Church/BF connection. Awkward, but at least he taught me shit so it's all good.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Some Art




more about these later

Friday, March 2, 2007

I'll be doing track stands in no time

...I hope.
Fixie hath been had.
This either makes me seem extremely cool, or like a huge fucking tool.
It needs a front break and toe clips before I can [try] to ride it, and maybe a tune up. I have no idea what kind of frame it is (it's just black, looks like all the decals have been stripped off), but apparently the back wheel is pretty good.
It's all black, and I'm trying to decide if I want to leave it that way (I've been calling it "stealth") or stripe the handlebars with hot pink tape and put stickers on the frame. We'll see what it wants to be after I get it tuned up.
Exciting!

UPDATE:
it's ready! and I can actually ride it!!

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Bashing

as promised:

Hipster-Bashing, courtesy of David Brooks (The New York Times, 2/25/07): "Mosh Pit Meets Sandbox," a pointed commentary on hipster parents. What I appreciated about this bashing was his casual language, which successfully pointed out the absurdity of the hipster parent movement by turning their own terminology against them. What I most liked, though, was simply the fact that he identified their pseudo-mainstream badges of indie courage publicly in the Times, a publication that no doubt these people and their frenemies (and enemies) all read with a shared level of respect. (And which only publishes this kind of freewheeling banter about 25% of the time, usually in the dying-to-be-noticed* society pages of the Style section).

Male-Bashing, courtesy of me:
Asshole cheated on me. WTF?

*Unfortunately, these pages are too often actually noticed.
Also, between reading this column and today's Brooks piece, I think I can now call myself a fan of his writing [style].