Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Spandex season had an early start but stumbled out of the gate, and spent some time just not working out. Now that it’s June I decided to kick things into high gear and ride the two wheels all the way up to Auburn.
This is not for newbies. Folsom to Auburn is uphill pretty much every yard of the way, more than twenty miles’ worth. I made it into the city limits and then had a flat. There is still a lot of time left in the year, so I decided to finish the repair job before making the decision about whether to proceed forward. I ended up weenie-ing out of it. The problem with the (fairly new) tube was a rupture by the valve stem; obviously a manufacturing defect, and if memory serves the last tube of this brand that I had to replace, had a similar problem. Of the two spares I packed, one went by this brand and the other one was more reputable. I ended up making a judgment call that the different brand should go on, and then I’d hoof it home.
Total number of snakes encountered on this trip, two. The one that could’ve been a rattler, appeared to be sunbathing in a coiled position…which was curious. That was probably more like a death pose, but I wasn’t going to get close enough to find out. The other was more colorful, possibly more dangerous than a rattler.
Time out: 4:21 a.m. Time in: 12:37 p.m. Total distance, 41 mi. Fluids ingested: One 1.5L Aquafina, brought with, plus a 0.5L water and 0.5L black berry vitamin water, plus 0.5L green tea. Plus going hog wild on the contents of the fridge once I got home. No fainting, no snake bites, no spills, had all the repair supplies & equipment I needed. Oh, and number of pictures taken, 60. My confidence in my next attempt comes not so much from having a better tan built up, and superior knowledge about brand names for my spare inner tubes, but from not having to pause to take pics. Douglas Boulevard to Auburn city limits, my Waterloo, is just over ten miles and took two hours, which is e-x-c-e-p-t-i-o-n-a-l-l-y slow. That was by design, but fatigue does take a toll.
I like the way I look in the mirror now. I look like a man in his fifth decade on the planet, who blogs way too much and works out way too little. That’s good. It beats the way I looked in the mirror the other night, like a man in his fifth decade who blogs and doesn’t work out, and chows down on deep-friend chocolate-covered whale-butt-blubber three times a day with a bucket of pure lard to wash it down. The Scandinavian pouch hanging over the belt, it’s receded some. Just a little. It’s a body that is being reprimanded that now & then there are some physical adventures to be had, and it should prepare accordingly. My arms are a little bigger too. This is a part of road bike riding I’ve never been able to figure out, even when I was a little boy; it’s like your arms are doing almost as much work as your legs.
Oh, and the burn? I wore one of my cotton tanks. It works out great comfort-wise, even at four in the morning you don’t want something with sleeves on it. But the shoulders are rosy red.
We’re going out to the coast today, for a week. Blogging will be on an as-is-possible basis. So the upper layers of skin will have a chance to recuperate, while I continue to educate my bod about the fact that it’s a big world out there with fresh air, and life is not all about writing code in the daytime and blogging at nighttime. Pictures will also be uploaded on an as-is-possible basis.
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Good On Ya for gettin’ out there. But at oh-dark-thirty? You’re a sick man, Morgan. 😉
- bpenni | 06/07/2010 @ 05:59Gotta beat the heat.
It does feel a bit foolish once you get on up to 50 or 60 miles, by which time it’s approaching noon and your bike helmet & tank are sopping wet. “Think I dun beat all the heat today I’m a-gonna beat.”
- mkfreeberg | 06/07/2010 @ 07:03Have a nice vaca, Morgan.
- tim | 06/07/2010 @ 09:56Good on you for getting out and moving it.
Have a great vacation!
- HoundOfDoom | 06/07/2010 @ 10:38