whitebread

“What do you want?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s so arrogant.”

so I head out on the bike today….the fast bike
and there’s this wind, see
16 mph from the north
gusting to near 30
and part of my route goes south

“So Dad, 59.”
“Yeah, it seems kinda…….old.”
“Well, you’re certainly one of the healthier 59 year olds I know”
“Yeah well….it is what it is.”

A statement we would all do well to live by.

Thanks so much to Eda for the ride in this morning. So very much fun. Any time they want to ride, i’m there.

George-
Just thought you should be aware, G.M. saw me with my bike this morning, and he and I had the following “conversation”:
“That’s really not appropriate you know.”
“What isn’t?”
“You bringing your bike in here…you’re bringing in a lot of dirt”
“That’s why I have a mat.”
“What about downstairs, and in the hallways?”
“Do you really think that’s your job?”
“Yeah, I do. You have to think of it as, what if we all did that?”
“Then the world would be a better place.”
“No, I mean, you coming in here with your bike…I have a nice bike too, but I don’t ride it to work every day.”
“You should.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“No, you have to think of it as, what would happen if we all did that? People see you come in here with your bike, and they think they can do that too.”
“Great, I hope they do.”
“I mean, what if we all did that?”
“Then we’d have cleaner air.”
“That’s not really the point….”
“No, that exactly the point, actually.”
“Well I’m going to bring it up with M.O….he’s in charge of the facilities around here.”
“That’s fine, he’s seen me with my bike.”
“He has? Well if it’s fine with him….do you know who M.O. is?”
“Yeah he has an office right over there? I mean, you can talk to him if you like.”
“I’m G.M., I’m on the Computer Science Faculty. Nice to meet you.”
“I’m KDR”.
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I have not passed through fire and death…..
A few notes:
1. M.O. has actually held the door so I could get my bike through.
2. I rather resent the implication that I would lie about knowing someone just to get off the hook.
3. What I should have said was, the world would be a better place, we’d all have cleaner air, lead healther, happier lives, and maybe not be so dependent on foreign oil.
Next time maybe.

happy birthday p.f.d., a day too late, but not any shorter

Why does the morton salt girl (the one above the brand name) have such long legs, or such a short dress?

Last night was c.k.’s birthday, and quite the diverse group went to a local brewery. At said brewery they sell a “beer” that is >9.4% alcohol…a point that I missed before ordering one. I’d like to say I didn’t know that fact when the second one appeared at my table and I drank it down, but I cannot. I’m not entirely sure how I missed the math of 20 fluid ounces of something about as strong as baileys not being the best idea on an empty stomach, but, well, here we are the following morning. Thank whatever power you thank that j.o. was there to say, “ah, you’re done”. Apparently his math was still working.

The point of all this is that at some point last night I realized why I enjoy drinking to a slight excess. It’s not so much because of the way I feel as the way people react to me…and I guess the way that makes me feel. That’s not nearly as coherrent as I had hoped it would be.