When it gets to 2:00 every day, and I haven't posted yet, I know I need to get this thing out the door. Remember when I used to post by like 8:00 am every day and it would give people something to read in the morning? Well just consider this part of my New Normal* and it gives you something to do while you wait to slide down the dinosaur's back.
* we use this a lot now
Did not ride bike yesterday. Had Julia.
We went for lunch today. We had sushi. We're riding tonight after work. Just going out for an hour, which is like 1 point for me and 2 for her.
Random thing I wrote to Andy before...In ancient philosophy there is a notion that all things go "home". I have long since forgotten the details of it, but it makes me think of the house, like when I clean things up. So, even if something is never actually "home", it has a home. Example, the iPad. Suppose that when we clean up, it goes on top of the piano. So even if it's always on the desk, it technically has a home. So when we clean everything up, we put it "home" for the day and everything looks nice and clean for an hour or 3 minutes, whatever it ends up being. Right now, I don't have an idea of where "home" is for a lot of things, which is true for both the house and the condo. I guess we still need to define a lot of those details.
That's sort of where I am right now with the places. I did find a home for the dinosaurs. See the pic below. Not sure that one's going to stick.
Julia stories are pretty sparse. She did tell me a funny anecdote that I can't actually share as it will get me in trouble. Oh, I know! In the tub last night, I come in and she's got the soap in her hands, upside down, and the pink cup under it. She's got this look on her face of pure intent, sort of like the mad scientist when he's concentrating so hard his tongue is sticking out the side of his mouth. That kinda thing.
So I say her name. Her eyes pop open and she looks up, and I'm pretty sure the words GUILTY spread in red over her forehead. I ask her if she's wasting the soap and she replies, "I'm going to use it to wash." I look in the cup and there's at least an inch of soap in here. Later, after I washed her hair, she would proceed to dump the cup on her head.
This is life.
Tuesday rides will be defined when they roll around, in terms of who cooks, who rides, who drinks, and so on. Alternate Tuesdays will be kid-free, so those days will be easy, we just need to figure out what kind of ride we'll be doing. Or Iggy could just bring food.
Eric and I were discussing how to upgrade to cat 3 this year. In the end, the best way to really do it is to be young and know a local USAC official, since it's obvious that if you are 21 or under, you need little more than a pulse to get upgrades. We were also discussing USAC, as well as what is normal for me these days. I think, in the end, I give my life a normal rating of 6.
6, incidentally, is my favorite number.
Funny that Utah learned something about football from me. It's been so long I wasn't sure what the difference was between a football and a ping pong ball. But I did teach him how they spot the ball when the punter kicks it out of bounds. But I'm not going to tell you, it's our little secret. He wants to watch again this weekend but I don't think that works out really.
When is the Super Bowl? Am I supposed to try and watch that now?
Jake brings up an interesting thought about the local guy doping as an experiment. Since I know Jake, I know that part of him is thinking out loud, and part of him wants me to jump on this opportunity to dope in the local sport and see what happens. I know he doesn't really want that. But he also likes to encourage people to make a spectacle of themselves.
Side note, the back yard cross practice is still one of the most ingenious ideas ever. Can someone dig that post up?
Anyway, GratefulRider mentions that he read a book about a guy who did it. I also read an article about a guy who did it on the local level as an experiment. It was possibly the same guy, though I seem to remember the guy concluding that it seemed to *maybe* help him a little, but he wasn't sure.
Anyway, the takeaway from that anecdote is that I give you free entertainment and you don't need to read the book.
Good to see Pearl back. Can you tell us about your testicles a little bit? If not, I'll at least give you props for the Kev-slagging. That was some good stuff. But I'm not sure about the dog. I kinda get the vibe that Kev might be tempted to kick it. I think in the end he couldn't. Maybe he'd just put it on the roof?
Did we ever find out how you got off the roof? With your 5 year old son? I don't think the conclusion was ever posted. And on a scale of 1-1000, how pissed off was your wife?
Remember when I used to write like this and just put bold words in the text? And people wondered if I was sending a message with them?
Pic is here, the new "home" of the dinosaurs. At least for a few more hours...
* we use this a lot now
Did not ride bike yesterday. Had Julia.
We went for lunch today. We had sushi. We're riding tonight after work. Just going out for an hour, which is like 1 point for me and 2 for her.
Random thing I wrote to Andy before...In ancient philosophy there is a notion that all things go "home". I have long since forgotten the details of it, but it makes me think of the house, like when I clean things up. So, even if something is never actually "home", it has a home. Example, the iPad. Suppose that when we clean up, it goes on top of the piano. So even if it's always on the desk, it technically has a home. So when we clean everything up, we put it "home" for the day and everything looks nice and clean for an hour or 3 minutes, whatever it ends up being. Right now, I don't have an idea of where "home" is for a lot of things, which is true for both the house and the condo. I guess we still need to define a lot of those details.
That's sort of where I am right now with the places. I did find a home for the dinosaurs. See the pic below. Not sure that one's going to stick.
Julia stories are pretty sparse. She did tell me a funny anecdote that I can't actually share as it will get me in trouble. Oh, I know! In the tub last night, I come in and she's got the soap in her hands, upside down, and the pink cup under it. She's got this look on her face of pure intent, sort of like the mad scientist when he's concentrating so hard his tongue is sticking out the side of his mouth. That kinda thing.
So I say her name. Her eyes pop open and she looks up, and I'm pretty sure the words GUILTY spread in red over her forehead. I ask her if she's wasting the soap and she replies, "I'm going to use it to wash." I look in the cup and there's at least an inch of soap in here. Later, after I washed her hair, she would proceed to dump the cup on her head.
This is life.
Tuesday rides will be defined when they roll around, in terms of who cooks, who rides, who drinks, and so on. Alternate Tuesdays will be kid-free, so those days will be easy, we just need to figure out what kind of ride we'll be doing. Or Iggy could just bring food.
Eric and I were discussing how to upgrade to cat 3 this year. In the end, the best way to really do it is to be young and know a local USAC official, since it's obvious that if you are 21 or under, you need little more than a pulse to get upgrades. We were also discussing USAC, as well as what is normal for me these days. I think, in the end, I give my life a normal rating of 6.
6, incidentally, is my favorite number.
Funny that Utah learned something about football from me. It's been so long I wasn't sure what the difference was between a football and a ping pong ball. But I did teach him how they spot the ball when the punter kicks it out of bounds. But I'm not going to tell you, it's our little secret. He wants to watch again this weekend but I don't think that works out really.
When is the Super Bowl? Am I supposed to try and watch that now?
Jake brings up an interesting thought about the local guy doping as an experiment. Since I know Jake, I know that part of him is thinking out loud, and part of him wants me to jump on this opportunity to dope in the local sport and see what happens. I know he doesn't really want that. But he also likes to encourage people to make a spectacle of themselves.
Side note, the back yard cross practice is still one of the most ingenious ideas ever. Can someone dig that post up?
Anyway, GratefulRider mentions that he read a book about a guy who did it. I also read an article about a guy who did it on the local level as an experiment. It was possibly the same guy, though I seem to remember the guy concluding that it seemed to *maybe* help him a little, but he wasn't sure.
Anyway, the takeaway from that anecdote is that I give you free entertainment and you don't need to read the book.
Good to see Pearl back. Can you tell us about your testicles a little bit? If not, I'll at least give you props for the Kev-slagging. That was some good stuff. But I'm not sure about the dog. I kinda get the vibe that Kev might be tempted to kick it. I think in the end he couldn't. Maybe he'd just put it on the roof?
Did we ever find out how you got off the roof? With your 5 year old son? I don't think the conclusion was ever posted. And on a scale of 1-1000, how pissed off was your wife?
Remember when I used to write like this and just put bold words in the text? And people wondered if I was sending a message with them?
Pic is here, the new "home" of the dinosaurs. At least for a few more hours...
