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Cruising back final 8 min suffer session done, I felt awesome.

Felt good.

Just lost in the music, the pain, the inability to go more than 12 mph into the wind shelled kind of good.

And dancing. How do you dance when you're pedaling? with your upper body, and Tiesto's Club Life always has good danceable tracks.

of course i forgot that i had put A.C. Reed's 'These Blues are Killing Me' as an rest track between Metallica's 'The End of the Line' and Voodoo & Serano's 'Blood Is Pumpin' (Club Mix)'

oof

But man so much better. So it was only an hour, Three ~8 min sessions that i hope were kind of consistent, i haven't looked at the data yet, but I did record the data. It wasn't blistering fast but I was on the slow wheels on the black blue and there was a very light tailwind in one direction and well yeah the opposite in the other.

YES - i know terrible, doing intervals on the bike path.  HORRIBLE.  Except it had just rained, and super humid. And well, true to form the path was almost empty, a few very fit looking women intently running, a few dudes matching the same description, one clueless chinese couple, and a few other regular walkers and commuters. Not bad.

And it felt good.

And I came home and made a Tahini dressing for the salad for dinner.

1/2 lemon, juiced and zest microplaned off
1" ginger root (microplaned into pulpy deliciousness)
3 good size cloves of garlic
equal parts:
Balsamic, Org. Apple Cider, Org. seasoned Rice Vinegars. (1-2 tablespoones each if i was going to guess)
2-4 tablespoons (until it looks good) of Organic Shoyu sauce
Fresh ground black pepper (1 teaspoon)
1/2-1 teaspoon of mustard powder (bind the oils with the other stuff)

Put all that in screw top container and shake the everliving shit out of it. I mean seriously Shake it until it is totally consistently homogenous.

then add
1/4-1/2 cup Tahini
and then add some kick ass olive oil (i am totally going for the best $/flavor and the 365 brand crushes it)

how much? Until the Tahini/oilve oil layer is about 60% total volume.

Put the cap back on the jar and shake the ever loving shit out of it again. And then do it again.

and serve over whatever you want, salad, chicken, steak, it will even make ditchweed the most delicious meal of the day. Don't take my word for it, try it yourself, or if you're culinarily challenged cut and paste the important parts and hand it to your designated cooking person and let them make some magic for you.
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And yeah so much heavy shit coming down... in the midst of it I haven't been able to work on the collection from my Dad on the SEM/Nanoscape stuff, haven't been able to go for a long all day ride much less commute to work on the bike or even take the long way in, AND the TT is hanging over my head, gotta make that happen too.

That's what's probably getting to me most, that and phone totally absolutely fucking with me at the wrong times. It is working totally good when I don't really need it and when I need to rely on it (like picking up my daughter) it completely fucking flakes and that's just not cool, but fathers and daughters aren't supposed to have smooth good relationships between her age of what 14-24? or something? I dunno, just guessing. And the phone issues are definitely helping work on that.

The collection though. I have a few images that are scheduled to post on nanoscape tomorrow...  more and more artist friends keep showing up with .net profiles...  maybe .com ain't all it is made up to be, which means I need to find time to work on the page and get shit together.

When though? I dunno.

I never could juggle very well at least in the literal sense...  but man, this performance of keeping all these objects from hitting the ground probably would impress the most cynical critic, but then probably not, because that's me and i'm kind of thinking i could do better.

Goddamn i'm gonna mix Fox, but he was right, David B has enough positive mental attitude to give Fox 50% of it and me 50% and still have enough left over to be the most positive motherfucker you'll ever meet. And that's not taking away anything from the intensely amazing GOLDBERG, and yes Cutler and all the single track between there and the Washington Square Tavern that day are probably still echoing me shouting 'GOLDBERG'

I am one lucky SOB, but the alignment of everything never feels like it...  but that's probably me being a hyper critical motherfucker who's not willing to settle for this bullshit the establishment is pulling... or something....  but it doesn't matter, mostly because there was at one point the glimpse of perfection, the glimpse at everything lining up....  I saw what maybe could have been, could be, because i'm me, i had to be unselfish and was allowed to be exploited. To be honest another fear is the hope that my spidy senses are telling me something that isn't correct...  but that's another tale for another day...

Bike pedaling is good, and while i was dancing to the tunes on the bike path after the rain...  I realized....

I really like bikes, and I really like turning wrenches on bikes and I really like riding them...  even if I completely suck and may never ever finish on the lead lap at nationals, if I ever finish another one....  Would have been kind of cool if the juiced up roid rage Feldman who hasn't made an appearance recently didn't lap me at the first one (how many did lap me? maybe just him, i was so traumatized by his abject assholeness hostility i didn't notice anyone else).

I should head over to Lucky's in EP and raise a pint in honor of Fox, and the waitress we had, but yeah that's not happening.

So I'm gonna wash the grime off and maybe just f'n sleep. Or not.

Maybe I'll write more tomorrow, or maybe not.

Who knows. I want to know what book it was I read, and then loaned to my HS gf with the words "this book is more me than anything I've ever read" which book? I dunno, but it was in the pile she gave me to put in the car just before she broke up with me on a day off...  when I was working full days but with the commutes I was tied up 14+ hrs a day that summer...  not good for social life I guess, or maybe there were other reasons (that i'm crazy and no one who actually gets to know me every still stays friends with me - but then that's probably a good thing - and some day I'll figure out how to deal with it.... maybe).

I don't bottle it up and pack it in very well do i. nope. but that's okay, lets have another beer, finish cooking the beans for the burritos tomorrow and maybe fall asleep way too late.... and not talk about any of this on the internet or in person ever again.

this weblog doesn't count as internet, not with as little traffic as it gets....

so yeah,

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