After a week of carnival food, I'm about ready to go vegan
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
An air raid siren is going off. It's done that three times. A train is blaring its horn about 100 yards away. Train horns can be heard for miles, and this one is right here. It sounds like it's in my tent. It angers the screechy dog, who is barking. There is an 80s classic rock cover band blaring out "Better than You" through mega-venue speakers.
My legs are covered in mosquito bites. I will be "awakened" (haha, like I was sleeping) at 445am to go ride 100 miles.
My legs are covered in mosquito bites. I will be "awakened" (haha, like I was sleeping) at 445am to go ride 100 miles.
The laundry is done, though.
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Fuck
Fucking donkey reaming satanic load of radioactive stupid waste of time stalinist shit.
THAT'S how I feel about my shower + laundry situation.
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Monday, July 20, 2009
Coffee
In a sea of shitty coffee, there was a little brown school bus filled with hippies serving up organic brew. When I got to them today, though, they had a sign that said the county wouldn't let them sell coffee from a bus. So rather than drive the bus 5 miles up the road, they encouraged people to steal what coffee they had and then planned to remain there for the rest of the day, "advocating for justice" in coffee serving privileges in Montgomery Co. Hippies.
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Blogging from the Blackberry
Well, this isn't the sexy Blogger app I'd been hoping for. Nevertheless, it does liberate me from the sub-twitter character limit imposed by a long email address and SMS.
Tomorrow I pack up for RAGBRAI. It'll be about 70 mi / day through Iowa, just one huge bicycle party. My training consisted of an incapacitated spring season, followed by a crapton of centuries, followed by laziness. All the rain didn't help. But I was even less trained for Florida (which was not even SUPPOSED to be fun) and I was alright.
I plan to eat a pork chop for breakfast every fucking day. Sorry, Rabbi Blum.
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