Not only do I get to bike year round, they're almost friendly to cyclists around here.
Source: stockteam.com
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
This is to make a friend jealous.
Not only do I get to bike year round, they're almost friendly to cyclists around here.
Source: stockteam.com
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Paypal
As if it wasn't clear enough that Paypal is not a bank, they made sure to send me some crap about how I should be spending more money.
Remember. Paypal is not a bank. I don't care if they want to issue credit or debit cards.
Remember. Paypal is not a bank. I don't care if they want to issue credit or debit cards.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Ride
Ok, so the camera mount I rigged up needs some serious re-engineering. There's a couple joints that become pretty fluid as soon as the vibration of being on the road is applied. I think a few small zip-ties and some electrical tape would fix that right up.
This is sort of a testament to how bad of shape I'm in. 3.5 miles and I was wiped.
By the time I got home it took about 10 minutes to start breathing normally. Was shaking from the exertion. Geez.
Anyhow, I may take a day or two off. Maybe a few lighter rides during the week after work. We'll see.
This is sort of a testament to how bad of shape I'm in. 3.5 miles and I was wiped.
By the time I got home it took about 10 minutes to start breathing normally. Was shaking from the exertion. Geez.
Anyhow, I may take a day or two off. Maybe a few lighter rides during the week after work. We'll see.
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I know I posted this in a different form once before.
But, you know, words.
Life moves on, and so shall I.
I can't see that there's anything left to wait for.
But hey, think I'm wrong? This is sort of a time-sensitive question: "What is there left to wait for?"
But, you know, words.
Life moves on, and so shall I.
I can't see that there's anything left to wait for.
But hey, think I'm wrong? This is sort of a time-sensitive question: "What is there left to wait for?"
Saturday, June 20, 2009
And now for more words from our sponsors...
"A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining and wants it back the minute it begins to rain." -- Mark Twain
bike photo rig
So I procured a new cheap digital camera today, a cheap knock-off "Gorilla Pod" style tripod, and a simple zip-tie later, now have a photo rig for my bicycle.
Will try a video test tomorrow.
Will try a video test tomorrow.
A thought: Labels.
I remembered the other day something that came up at work a few years ago. Innocent conversation, really, but hey, clearly I'm still thinking about it.
One of my cow-orkers, noticing that I have a predisposition to wearing dark clothing remarked "Hey, are you a goth?"
Now, this is sort of a loaded question for me, as I recall some idealized version of the "goth" crowd of the 80s, and then the hot-topic-dwelling-marilyn-manson-idiot version of the 90s (my formative high school years), and the somewhat analogue that I hear about these days (though they seem to be on the wane) that is the "emo" school of thought. Same dreck.
My answer back then was "No, goths pine for some past that has been lost or forgotten and become depressed. I'm pissed off that the future isn't here yet."
It is left as an exercise for the reader to consider what thoughts were going through my head when I was exposed to a Renaissance Faire a few months back. (At least it was my second year so I didn't have all the bullshit tittering over "Oh, you're a faire virgin!" this time, but all the same, the gears were turning.)
I guess what it is for me is a realization about how I view life. I'm a technology enthusiast. I tend to dress like the dystopian future is just around the corner.
And upon further retrospect, I just don't give a shit about steampunk or the victorian era or some bygone past which should be attempted to be recreated. There's not enough room for creation, the new, the innovative, the expanding on things that have come before.
It's 2009. Give me my goddamn flying car already.
One of my cow-orkers, noticing that I have a predisposition to wearing dark clothing remarked "Hey, are you a goth?"
Now, this is sort of a loaded question for me, as I recall some idealized version of the "goth" crowd of the 80s, and then the hot-topic-dwelling-marilyn-manson-idiot version of the 90s (my formative high school years), and the somewhat analogue that I hear about these days (though they seem to be on the wane) that is the "emo" school of thought. Same dreck.
My answer back then was "No, goths pine for some past that has been lost or forgotten and become depressed. I'm pissed off that the future isn't here yet."
It is left as an exercise for the reader to consider what thoughts were going through my head when I was exposed to a Renaissance Faire a few months back. (At least it was my second year so I didn't have all the bullshit tittering over "Oh, you're a faire virgin!" this time, but all the same, the gears were turning.)
I guess what it is for me is a realization about how I view life. I'm a technology enthusiast. I tend to dress like the dystopian future is just around the corner.
And upon further retrospect, I just don't give a shit about steampunk or the victorian era or some bygone past which should be attempted to be recreated. There's not enough room for creation, the new, the innovative, the expanding on things that have come before.
It's 2009. Give me my goddamn flying car already.
Friday, June 19, 2009
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