1.30.2007
1.27.2007
Ouch again.
I was wearing 661 knee/shin guards when I got this. The photo doesn't show it well, but there is bruising around the cut down to just above my ankle. I basically got jammed up at an obstacle, doing an endo, I fell over to my left side. My shin was the first thing that landed on anything, and it landed on a tree stump.
I was sick most of last week. I rode Gambrill state park again today. I didn't feel quite as bad as two weeks ago. But I didn't feel all that good, either. I felt like I had a little more jam for getting up hills and over obstacles.
I will ride tomorrow on the Lower Macgruder and Seneca Greenway trails: http://www.mcparkandplanning.org/trails/trails_maps/Seneca.shtm
They are not as difficult as Gambrill, so they'll make a good 2nd day of riding.
1.20.2007
Hello Japan
I must admit, I waste a bit of time clicking "Next Blog".
( Tip - put a bookmark on your toolbar with the URL http://www.blogger.com/redirect/next_blog.pyra?navBar=true so you don't have to search for the "Next Blog" button on each page. )
I thought it was cool that my clustrmap shows a connection from Japan.
I can usually guess who connected from the location. But the notion of a complete stranger gawking at a photo of my big nose and red hair, or my parents, or the latest load of appliances I'm driving to New Orleans is nearly transcendental.
I doesn't supersede the feeling of sharing that I used to receive when a listener to WTUL would call and commend my selection. At WTUL I had a sense of separation from the broadcast. I felt like I was in a room playing records, and the notion that a people were listening to that music and being affected by it was so alien that I chose to attempt to ignore it rather than comprehend it.
My favorite call-in was the woman ( this was NOT the masturbation lady for you WTUL DJs, although she called me a lot ) who called me and told me that the set of music I had just played was perfect to masturbate to. I asked her what her name was. She wouldn't' tell me. I told her I would announce over the air that she approved of the selection. She kind of stammered. I almost wrote her phone number down from the caller ID. But I chose to allow the mystery to linger.
Like my Japanese visitor. Although I doubt my post about the detour through the Shenandoah 's Skyline drive inspired sexual arousal. I can enjoy the mystery of how my words and photos affected that stranger's perception of the world for one moment in time.
( Tip - put a bookmark on your toolbar with the URL http://www.blogger.com/redirect/next_blog.pyra?navBar=true so you don't have to search for the "Next Blog" button on each page. )
I thought it was cool that my clustrmap shows a connection from Japan.
I can usually guess who connected from the location. But the notion of a complete stranger gawking at a photo of my big nose and red hair, or my parents, or the latest load of appliances I'm driving to New Orleans is nearly transcendental.
I doesn't supersede the feeling of sharing that I used to receive when a listener to WTUL would call and commend my selection. At WTUL I had a sense of separation from the broadcast. I felt like I was in a room playing records, and the notion that a people were listening to that music and being affected by it was so alien that I chose to attempt to ignore it rather than comprehend it.
My favorite call-in was the woman ( this was NOT the masturbation lady for you WTUL DJs, although she called me a lot ) who called me and told me that the set of music I had just played was perfect to masturbate to. I asked her what her name was. She wouldn't' tell me. I told her I would announce over the air that she approved of the selection. She kind of stammered. I almost wrote her phone number down from the caller ID. But I chose to allow the mystery to linger.
Like my Japanese visitor. Although I doubt my post about the detour through the Shenandoah 's Skyline drive inspired sexual arousal. I can enjoy the mystery of how my words and photos affected that stranger's perception of the world for one moment in time.
1.15.2007
1.07.2007
Weak legs
Ouch. I just went for a ride in Gambrill State Park near Frederick, MD:
http://www.dnr.state.md.us/publiclands/western/gambrill.html Lots of rocky, technical, climbing and descending.
It completely kicked my ass. That's what I get for 5 weeks of no exercise.
The wheels I just got are good, but I need to adjust the wheel dish, because the chain line when in the granny gear rubs against the knobs of the rear tire on the drive side.