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Now I am off to eat a strawberry and cream cheese Pop-Tart.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Rode the bike to work today.
Probably won't ride tomorrow. Drag. It'll be nice but I have to take a box to the post office.
I replaced a Campagnolo axle for my nifty old Italian bicycle today. Long story, I'll tell ya about it later.
I got a quote on a new furnace and air conditioner today.
Nope, not interesting but that's what I got going.
It's supposed to rain this weekend.
I'm tired. Nitey-nite.
I replaced a Campagnolo axle for my nifty old Italian bicycle today. Long story, I'll tell ya about it later.
I got a quote on a new furnace and air conditioner today.
Nope, not interesting but that's what I got going.
It's supposed to rain this weekend.
I'm tired. Nitey-nite.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Rode the bike in today
Finally got a stretch of nice weather here.
I've been thinking about the Heli bar review...more to come.
Made a little progress on the "Surly family out in the country but not quite because we live in a subdivision compound"
Building a shed to free up space in the not so mobile garage.
I'll let you know.
I've been thinking about the Heli bar review...more to come.
Made a little progress on the "Surly family out in the country but not quite because we live in a subdivision compound"
Building a shed to free up space in the not so mobile garage.
I'll let you know.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Rode my bike to work today
This morning was perfect riding weather. Nice little chill in the air. Sunshine. Perhaps a bit too confidence inspiring however. Going up a nice ninety degree left handed hill the rear tire got a little loose. Not too much speed but a bit too much lean angle. Just enough slip to wake me up a little more than usual.
Ride to work day is coming up... July 16th.
Ride to work day is coming up... July 16th.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, June 02, 2008
The culture of Dad
I want to be cool. I have never been cool, with the exception of, about ten minutes (non-consecutive) in high school. I am in the thick of building my life right now and many times I think of the things I would like to be doing. I think of the things I could be wearing. I measure myself against my perceived coolness of others. I believe this is human nature and we all do it to some extent or another.
Cool is incredibly subjective. Everyone has a different idea of what cool is and cool is in a constant state of flux. My version of cool is different than your version of cool but there are many variants and much overlap. But I'm not talking about what is cool, I'm talking about being cool. Being cool is doing your thing and feeling good about it. I don't want to go to work and wear a shirt with a collar. Not cool. I want to wear a t-shirt that fits well or a hoodie that's too big and wrench on a bicycle that most people would throw away. I want to wear my Campagnolo hat and listen to the Raconteurs and have a chat with someone about Aldous Huxley. I want to come and go as I please and create great art. I want people to want to hang out with me because I have something to say and I make them laugh when I say it. I want someone to ask me if they can look in my Moleskine because that's going to give them a glimpse. I want to be Jack White, Steve McQueen, Lee Friedlander. I want to build motorcycles, furniture, and have a sketchbook full of clever little pen and ink doodles. I want a tattoo. I want to ride my motorcycle more than just to and from work. I want to have a cup of tea with my wife and take a walk and not talk about money or dishes or whatever insect is invading the house this week. I want a Danish modern dining room set. I want a house that reflects all the intrinsic qualities of these things that I can say I put together.
I can do all these things. I don't have the time.
I am a father. I have two small boys who need someone (in addition to their mother) to train them to be adults. Two boys that look up to me. My time is spent riding my bicycle around the driveway in circles with my three year old. My time is spent checking out scary shadows and putting band-aids on knees. I spend my time putting together cribs and shopping for birthday presents. Answering the question, "Why, Daddy?" has become the new interesting conversation. Sometimes not having the time to do the things I used to do is frustrating. If only there were more hours in the day...I'd spend more time with the boys.
Cool is incredibly subjective. Everyone has a different idea of what cool is and cool is in a constant state of flux. My version of cool is different than your version of cool but there are many variants and much overlap. But I'm not talking about what is cool, I'm talking about being cool. Being cool is doing your thing and feeling good about it. I don't want to go to work and wear a shirt with a collar. Not cool. I want to wear a t-shirt that fits well or a hoodie that's too big and wrench on a bicycle that most people would throw away. I want to wear my Campagnolo hat and listen to the Raconteurs and have a chat with someone about Aldous Huxley. I want to come and go as I please and create great art. I want people to want to hang out with me because I have something to say and I make them laugh when I say it. I want someone to ask me if they can look in my Moleskine because that's going to give them a glimpse. I want to be Jack White, Steve McQueen, Lee Friedlander. I want to build motorcycles, furniture, and have a sketchbook full of clever little pen and ink doodles. I want a tattoo. I want to ride my motorcycle more than just to and from work. I want to have a cup of tea with my wife and take a walk and not talk about money or dishes or whatever insect is invading the house this week. I want a Danish modern dining room set. I want a house that reflects all the intrinsic qualities of these things that I can say I put together.
I can do all these things. I don't have the time.
I am a father. I have two small boys who need someone (in addition to their mother) to train them to be adults. Two boys that look up to me. My time is spent riding my bicycle around the driveway in circles with my three year old. My time is spent checking out scary shadows and putting band-aids on knees. I spend my time putting together cribs and shopping for birthday presents. Answering the question, "Why, Daddy?" has become the new interesting conversation. Sometimes not having the time to do the things I used to do is frustrating. If only there were more hours in the day...I'd spend more time with the boys.
Rode the bike today
Like I said, I am planning on posting all the days I ride. I parked in the motorcycle parking area today for the first time. You see, we have office employee parking in the front of the building and shop employee parking out back. The shop people outweigh the office people many times over. There is a lower lot which includes the motorcycle parking and an upper lot which is up a steep hill and where most people are relegated to unless you have worked here for 150+ years. When I hired in, I parked on the hill. I didn't ride my bike then because the Honda was not done. By the time the Honda was done, I was an office employee and got to proudly display my Honda in the front lot for all to see. Then I got promoted. Due to some sort of cruel twist of fate, I have a great job back in the shop but I have to go back to parking on the hill. The previous posts from two weeks ago I stated that I rode the bike................ God this is even boring me. I need to work on my content.
I rode my bike today. Parked in a good spot. Heli-bar review to come.
I rode my bike today. Parked in a good spot. Heli-bar review to come.
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