This is a great little Tech Q&A today... if Vnews wasn't publishing online - i can't imagine what i'd be missing...
Next to Zinn, there are really two other cycling 'journalists' (okay add one more for Delightful Dawn), that i really really enjoy reading. Mike Ferrentino, Maynard Hershon. Bob Roll doesn't count - he's just nuts... but a good read.
Mike's kinda like the second coming of Maynard. About a decade separates the two of them... and damn - its kinda funny - i did a very quick spell check using my fav: google... and damn if i didn't find Mike has a Wikkepedia entry. I've called that source on of the biggest sacks of shit over at Derek's place, a fake fact source. Some stuff is good, some is total shit... looks like Mike ain't so happy with it and what the hell do ya know - he's talking about it today... kinda funny cause google linked first to this one with a pic of the man in some styling Swobo gear... but then i said damn - that's cool - now i can get more of the grimey dude... and today... look at this... too gd funny... i tell ya - we must be long lost brothers or something...
Sumbitch (mike) was up for Cross Nats IIRC and sumbitch didn't bother to look me up to have a beer... Gonna be looking to score an audience with the king (of cycling prose).
Maynard is pure old school. There's an unnoficial home page (damn my spelling sucks today - fuckit - i can read the shit and i ain't getting paid to post so fuckit). Haven't read his stuff for a while... But who else could have so eloquently described how to Half wheel someone using eddy mercx as an example!?
So there ya have it - Lunch? On me? With Lennard, Maynard, and Mike... toss Dawn in there for some lively medical advice and her award winning smile and size contrast for me and Lennard...
Back to that rotating weight stuff...
My wheels are probably costing me about 4 hummers (the truck - the lennard article - nevermind).... brass nipples, wire bead tires, mr. tuffies, heavy ass oversized tubes, 25c conti ultrasport tires... but as i've said before - that's good. If i train pulling 4 hummers then when its just me... well... i should be a bit quicker...
whatsitdoforme? unmotivates me to get the light weight bike out... i read Kerry's comments about the superfastest bike and how amazing it is and a joy to ride... and i think, yeah, i know the feeling. But i'm just as happy to be on this paramount, with the eight-speed down tube shifter... the 50 tooth ring, the NiteRider Ni-Cad waterbottle battery and everything else that's heavy on it. Makes me think that if i can do okay on that i should be much better on a fast one.
(if i write it enough it MUST be true)
spelling - i suck at it - but half the problems are just fingers getting in the way... i was gonna rant about it but - i don't care, well not true - people with spelling hang ups entertain me... i think its very funny to be festidious about spelling... esp in an informal sense when the conveyance of the informations still happens...
well - there i added to the heap at Bikemag's forum... wise move? I dunno... I've gotten one or two letters pub'd at Bikemag... and one that i wrote after last time, but never quite got around to emailing... or transcribing from my scribble pad... not that it makes me anymore reputable or nuttin. Ah well - what the hell - we'll see how it all shakes itself out...
now if that damn service engineer would just show up already... gotta get working on the damn scope and stuff...
but here's a joke that just popped into the email... not as funny as this one:
but worthy of posting anyway... esp in light of all the phun stuff jonny's been posting about over at DC lately (its a totally rehashed joke but still amusing)
Bubba and Junior were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up. A blonde lady walked by and asked what they were doing.
"We're supposed to find the height of the flagpole," said Bubba, "but we don't have a ladder."
The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and laid the pole down. Then she took a tape measure from her pocket, took a measurement & announced, "Eighteen feet, six inches," and walked away.
Junior shook his head and laughed. "Ain't that just like a dumb blonde? We ask for the height, and she gives us the length.
Bubba and Junior are currently doing government work supervising the reconstruction of those New Orleans Levees.
A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike
English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.
"House" for instance, is feminine: "la casa."
"Pencil," however, is masculine: "el lapiz."
A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?"
Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups,
male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether
"computer" should be a masculine or a feminine noun.
Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.
The men's group decided that "computer" should definitely be of the
feminine gender ("la computadora"), because:
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is
incomprehensible to everyone else;
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible
later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half
your paycheck on accessories for it.
(THIS GETS BETTER!)
The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine
("el computador"), because:
1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE
the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a
little longer, you could have gotten a better model.
The women won.
okay - i really hope to be celebrating around noon on thursday... sofar - sogood - the freaking albatross is about to be tossed...


