I've been trying to quit smoking for some time now. I did a solid job on cutting back without a problem, and I've even quit buying cigarettes for the most part. I still buy tobacco pouches when the moment hits, which is usually several beers into the night. I still, however, can not go without cigarettes entirely throughout the day. I've kept myself mostly limited to 2-3 smokes a day, but like any addiction, you will inevitably make exceptions. I didn't smoke 3 yesterday, so I can smoke 4 today. It's a hard thing to do, especially when the core of your motivation is to not get grounded on the weekend by your roommate. Anyways, I'm usually pretty good at not smoking until the beers get cracked, which is another thing all together. Mostly I've just come to accept that I'm a casual yet consistant smoker.
Speaking of making exceptions, I'm going to get completely shit faced tonight since I didn't do anything for my Friday night because I was sleepy. Since I'm going to have to condense my partying to one night this weekend I have to make it really count, right?
If you had a hundred extra dollars what would you spend it on?
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Knock Knock
It's 9/11 mother fuckers!! BLAUUU
No, but, really. I am going to quit my job if I don't get a big raise, pronto. It's a cute gig and whatever-the entire jam is relatively laid back-but my ass is broke. Something has to change, and it's not going to be my attitude. I have been pretty gracious and hard-working long enough. This is pretty much the most American problem I experience in my day to day... Working too hard for no money. Fuck. I'm a bitch.
Dan's been trying to get us all to stay home with him while he has been sick. I know he has only mentioned trying to persuade Dwain, but he definitely asked me, too. Most definitely. He doesn't like to admit it, but he totally needs me.
The biggest news in my life is that I recently bought a pair of dunks that match my Cinelli perfectly. Photos to come.
I can't stop listening to Q-Tip tell me about a vivrant thing. Seriously. I am bugging.
No, but, really. I am going to quit my job if I don't get a big raise, pronto. It's a cute gig and whatever-the entire jam is relatively laid back-but my ass is broke. Something has to change, and it's not going to be my attitude. I have been pretty gracious and hard-working long enough. This is pretty much the most American problem I experience in my day to day... Working too hard for no money. Fuck. I'm a bitch.
Dan's been trying to get us all to stay home with him while he has been sick. I know he has only mentioned trying to persuade Dwain, but he definitely asked me, too. Most definitely. He doesn't like to admit it, but he totally needs me.
The biggest news in my life is that I recently bought a pair of dunks that match my Cinelli perfectly. Photos to come.
I can't stop listening to Q-Tip tell me about a vivrant thing. Seriously. I am bugging.
On sick days and the beginnings of life.
Sick days as a courier are hard.
They almost always seem like the days when the weather is just perfect and Dwain decides to go to work instead of slack off and keep me company.
All the cat does is sleep all day. On every surface imaginable. She was just sleeping on my CETMA rack until I put new tie down cords on it. What the hell? That cant be comfortable. Why cant we have a non retarded cat.
Speaking of Dwain, his new BMW is good looking to the max. And light to boot. Looks like they finally decided to make their bikes out of butted tubes instead of the gas pipe they were using before. The new bike complete ways less then his old frame and fork alone. It could also be the absurdly light front wheel he is borrowing from me.
I used the sick day to run some errands and attempt to compose my cat 3 upgrade request. According to the points chart that Alan emailed me I should have enough points. It says winning a stage race is worth 20 points. I only need 20 points to become a cat 3. Somehow I feel like its not going to be that easy. Getting upgraded from cat 5 to 4 required like seven email exchanges with various USA cycling officials. I mean yes I was lying through my teeth about the amount of races I had actually done. But shit its not like I’m trying to become a cat 1 it shouldn’t be that complicated to upgrade to a cat that simply requires you to show up to a set number of races regardless of how you actually place.
Anyway on to the beginnings of life.
According to Dwain this is how it went.
“Something greater than you and I had to take a big shit and did so.”
Eva’s response was a bit more convoluted. She talked about how my text message typo of lefe instead of life which she believed to be Leffe which means beer had enough symbolism in it to allude to how she imagined life began.
Chances are that life started when something somewhere in the deeply remote past seriously traumatized a small random group of atoms drifting through space which made them clump together in extraordinary unlikely patterns. These patterns quickly learned to replicate them selves and then went on to cause massive trouble on every planet they drifted on to.
At least that sounded convincing when I read it high school. These theories I’m sure have been proven defunct by someone somewhere with a ten billion dollar particle accelerator.
They almost always seem like the days when the weather is just perfect and Dwain decides to go to work instead of slack off and keep me company.
All the cat does is sleep all day. On every surface imaginable. She was just sleeping on my CETMA rack until I put new tie down cords on it. What the hell? That cant be comfortable. Why cant we have a non retarded cat.
Speaking of Dwain, his new BMW is good looking to the max. And light to boot. Looks like they finally decided to make their bikes out of butted tubes instead of the gas pipe they were using before. The new bike complete ways less then his old frame and fork alone. It could also be the absurdly light front wheel he is borrowing from me.
I used the sick day to run some errands and attempt to compose my cat 3 upgrade request. According to the points chart that Alan emailed me I should have enough points. It says winning a stage race is worth 20 points. I only need 20 points to become a cat 3. Somehow I feel like its not going to be that easy. Getting upgraded from cat 5 to 4 required like seven email exchanges with various USA cycling officials. I mean yes I was lying through my teeth about the amount of races I had actually done. But shit its not like I’m trying to become a cat 1 it shouldn’t be that complicated to upgrade to a cat that simply requires you to show up to a set number of races regardless of how you actually place.
Anyway on to the beginnings of life.
According to Dwain this is how it went.
“Something greater than you and I had to take a big shit and did so.”
Eva’s response was a bit more convoluted. She talked about how my text message typo of lefe instead of life which she believed to be Leffe which means beer had enough symbolism in it to allude to how she imagined life began.
Chances are that life started when something somewhere in the deeply remote past seriously traumatized a small random group of atoms drifting through space which made them clump together in extraordinary unlikely patterns. These patterns quickly learned to replicate them selves and then went on to cause massive trouble on every planet they drifted on to.
At least that sounded convincing when I read it high school. These theories I’m sure have been proven defunct by someone somewhere with a ten billion dollar particle accelerator.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
It's pouring outside
I started school this week. It was stupid. I might be more bummed out about the death of Dwain's BMW than he is.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Austin and Kym are not my North American Cycle Courier Champions
Austin has been working for Ralph Nader and Kym says she works in house for her spin studio. That spin studio uses Trackstar Couriers and Ralph Nader is not a messenger company to my knowledge.
If your main source of income is not from messenger work you shouldn’t go contesting a champion ship meant for those that make their living doing such work. A full time courier doesn’t have the luxury of rest days, or quality training rides, or sometimes even making enough money to travel to these events.
There are plenty of races that are for everyone. The NACCC, the CMWC, and the ECMC are not.
In conclusion, both those dudes are nice and are fast, but fuck’em they don’t work as messengers.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
best part of dan winning in vermont this weekend:
the maple syrup that comes in a little cabin shaped tin.
you leave an empty space inside me similiar in that to the void an ex girlfriend I may have really been into left inside me.
The Dumpling King's rein is over. I blame my empty pockets and empty stomach on this. It's a sign of changing times. Inflation, recession, and widespread apathy, with no sign of change in the future. Except Barack Obama, who gives me the hope that one day dumplings will be readily available to me once again, much like a perfect world would be. I know the logical reader is probably saying to themselfs that there are many places in the city of New York that has dumplings for cheap, and on the fly. They're not the same. They just arn't. Some say that other spots are better, but I don't want better. Better is not a fucking replacement. Besides, better comes with a cost too heavy for me to justify. So I ask you all to raise your drinks to what once was the place that lead me to beleive that the stomach maybe really is the way to a mans heart, in this fairwell toast to the Dumpling King. I fucking miss you.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
More Pain.
The last two days have been a bit… blurry.
The second day of the Green Mountain Stage Race went more or less according to plan. One rider soloed in for a 38 second advantage over the rest of us. This did not change the GC as he began the day 55 seconds back after the time trial. I did as little work as possible and pretty much had a boring 70 mile ride around Vermont. The only excitement in yesterdays race was provided by the 4 crashes. All within the last ten miles of the race. I didn’t see any of them as they all happened behind me. This makes me a bit nervous for the crit tomorrow. But ill get to other reasons I’m nervous about tomorrow in a second.
Today was the big day. The penultimate stage of this race. Ahead was eighty miles and two mountains. The yellow jersey only had eleven seconds on me.
About four hours latter and with just 1 kilometer left, I came around a corner to see the top of Appalachian gap in front of me. The last 500 meters are the steepest with grades well over 20%. The only thing I can remember was suddenly seeing Dave T and Keith running besides me urging me on. I screamed at them to push me up this fucking hill. I crossed the line and the only thing I could say was “someone catch me”.
Thanks to the kind dude Matt C from Affinity who caught me.
I won the stage and took over the lead in the GC.
Tomorrow I have to defend it in the crit.
Just one more day left.
The second day of the Green Mountain Stage Race went more or less according to plan. One rider soloed in for a 38 second advantage over the rest of us. This did not change the GC as he began the day 55 seconds back after the time trial. I did as little work as possible and pretty much had a boring 70 mile ride around Vermont. The only excitement in yesterdays race was provided by the 4 crashes. All within the last ten miles of the race. I didn’t see any of them as they all happened behind me. This makes me a bit nervous for the crit tomorrow. But ill get to other reasons I’m nervous about tomorrow in a second.
Today was the big day. The penultimate stage of this race. Ahead was eighty miles and two mountains. The yellow jersey only had eleven seconds on me.
About four hours latter and with just 1 kilometer left, I came around a corner to see the top of Appalachian gap in front of me. The last 500 meters are the steepest with grades well over 20%. The only thing I can remember was suddenly seeing Dave T and Keith running besides me urging me on. I screamed at them to push me up this fucking hill. I crossed the line and the only thing I could say was “someone catch me”.
Thanks to the kind dude Matt C from Affinity who caught me.
I won the stage and took over the lead in the GC.
Tomorrow I have to defend it in the crit.
Just one more day left.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Vermont, Road Rash, Pain.
I just got out of the shower after the first day of racing. I never knew five and a half miles could put me in so much pain. Today was just the prologue stage which was an individual time trail. Everyone started thirty seconds apart. The first 3k were up hill and then it rolled with one more really steep hill in the last finish. I managed to catch the two dudes who started in front of me which was my goal. I finished second overall by two tenths of a second. Which puts me in a good position to make an attack on the General Classification on Sunday.
Tomorrow the goal is the do as little work as possible. Ride defensively, suck wheel, not loose any time on GC and I will be golden.
I forgot the cord for my camera so pictures for all this will be up when I come back and get around to it. So like November probably.
Yesterday was probably more eventful. On our way up we got our car stuck in a ditch of which i have photos. I forgot the camera cord so i cant send you any awesome photos of us pushing the car. For a second we though we were fucked and would have to call for a tow. Then we unpacked and went to check out the course for today. We met up with a few other racers. One guy pretty much shit his pants when he found out i was a bike messenger. Apparently people out side of New York City give a shit. who knew? He started talking about BikeSnobNYC. At this point it was dark and we road over to the spot to pick up our racer numbers. Suddenly i hit a speed bump which I off course failed to see. I suddenly realize I'm not holding my bars anymore. Somehow i found the time to look back, yell "what the fuck was that?" before flopping down on my right side and sliding a good ten feet on my hip. Showing up to registration bloody, in torn shorts, was a classy move on my part.
Tomorrow the goal is the do as little work as possible. Ride defensively, suck wheel, not loose any time on GC and I will be golden.
I forgot the cord for my camera so pictures for all this will be up when I come back and get around to it. So like November probably.
Yesterday was probably more eventful. On our way up we got our car stuck in a ditch of which i have photos. I forgot the camera cord so i cant send you any awesome photos of us pushing the car. For a second we though we were fucked and would have to call for a tow. Then we unpacked and went to check out the course for today. We met up with a few other racers. One guy pretty much shit his pants when he found out i was a bike messenger. Apparently people out side of New York City give a shit. who knew? He started talking about BikeSnobNYC. At this point it was dark and we road over to the spot to pick up our racer numbers. Suddenly i hit a speed bump which I off course failed to see. I suddenly realize I'm not holding my bars anymore. Somehow i found the time to look back, yell "what the fuck was that?" before flopping down on my right side and sliding a good ten feet on my hip. Showing up to registration bloody, in torn shorts, was a classy move on my part.
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