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| 2006-11-24 00:02 |
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Well, California was a blast. Thanks to Tammy, Todd, & Eden for putting me up for a few days. Weather was perfect, Mission burritos are still good, and seeing JD & Logan's wedding was the best. Pics from the wedding are here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/69146816@N00/
Hey doug, want to play a game of chess?
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 Well, what's going on this week. Work, good. New bike, great. Materially speaking, things are very nice. I'm slowly working on an illustration portfolio. I could also be working on grant writing. But I put all of it off. I've always been awful at self promotion, its a wall between me and being self-employed. While I can do it, cleaning up my website feels like a huge task. Keep on truckin'. Cycling is dominating my obsessive compulsive nature these days. It allows me to actively engage in the world, yet move too fast for any real involvement. Perfect for New York. I've been scouring ebay for used equipment, and just received a nice used Selle Italia Gel saddle today. I've got an order coming in next week with new pedals (evil metal thumbs), new shoes, and a few other tools. Like an exclamation point at the end of a sentence, a pedal wrench is now in my life! The project I purchased it for quickly became moot, but I have since found other uses for it (meat tenderizer, can opener, throwing knife). However, now that I have it, people come out of the woodwork and want to borrow it. Who knew that two of my friends had bikes with pedals they wanted removed? I did not! Found a 'triathelon' store up near where I work, packed with some fab-boo Cervelos, lots of gear. The triathelon industry sure does produce lot of garbage for people to buy though. I feel compelled to complete a triathelon wearing nothing but a plastic bag, just to prove a point. Addendum: In an online chat I mentioned that saddle that had just arrived in the mail. I think I was also looking at other ones online as well, and commented how the highend ones had a lot in common with shoes. Leather, italian, size, etc. A friend and I both found it hilarious that a bike seat could be seen as an aerodynamic boot, designed to be affixed to ones ass for very long periods of time.
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| 2006-09-24 08:59 |
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Politician?! Vote Skreeeeee in 08!
| You Are An ENFP |
The Inspirer
You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!
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| 2006-09-23 16:47 |
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 Chewy inspects his new bike and approves.  I spent the earlier part of today riding around today. I'm not sure if I should get another set of Look pedals or switch it all over to SPDs. It's a Felt F90, it sits at the low-end of the high-end racing bikes, and is built more like a cyclocross bike for some reason. Very compact frame, which is nice, I can really bear down on the cranks and get moving. The Sora shifters feel a little cheesy, work a little slow, but these are small complaints. On newer versions of this bike I think Felt is shipping it with a carbon front fork and seatpost, I think this one is from 2005 or last year. One interesting feature is an extra set of brakes on the horizontal of the handlebars. Functionally, it seems a little overkill, but after riding around, I notice how often I have to slide forward to the bullhorns to brake. Apparently this is common on cyclocross bikes (what exactly happens in cyclocross that requires a specific type of bike, I am not sure.) I am happy Richard Attenborogh is back on PBS with a new nature series. The detail and clarity that they seem to capture with digital cameras these days is sort of alarming, but ultimately pleasing. Saw 'Jesus Camp' last night with S. She grew up in an evangelical household, so she was bored 1/2 through the movie. I, however, was saddened and found it a little alarming. It made me oddly nostalgic for my evangelical subgenius days. Was going to go to hear Alva Noto perform tonight, but the show is all sold-out. Me and J are looking into options, though Im feeling a bit achey, allergic. I'm not sure about this, but I fear my Bronx ride from last weekend has had some longer lasting effects than I'd prefer. My neck hurts a lot, and my knees feel really stiff. I've always had issues with my neck, but I'm not happy about the knees.
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Today Im just tired. Spent most of yesterday cycling around the eastern Bronx. It's really nice up there! Huge stretches of beautiful park land, nice little islands, beautiful beaches. Very odd how stereotypes shape what I know of certain areas. I assumed everything is just burned out ghetto, a wasteland stuck in 1977.
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Where else to archive a sort of loveletter than livejournal. There's a certain type of person that inspires me to woo with language. This is definately not a winner, though I can dream I suppose...
 As I awaken from the stygian abyss of sleep, forgotten memories of gods, long dead, idiotic blind & all powerful, ebb & flow away like corpuscles in a cooling vein. slipping on my running shoes, which grip my feet like twin panthers, and my running shorts, that hold me up as though they were the girdle of wotan himself, I step forth into the morning light, baked-goods-be-damned. on this road, the one less travelled, i take chunks of concrete like a stormtrooper takes prisoners...i take none. flying with fleet feet, i dodge stoop sales stupidly piled high on the sidewalk with no name. old childrens toys & scented candles-be-damned! yet, the tide goes out, at leaves me running mobius strips through my local park. saited babies, innocent, not knowing the cthulian madness that awaits them in adulthood, they coo, to calm their parents. more knowing, dogs run to join me as i let out a battle-cry "AAARRROOOOOOOOOO!" Power chords pound from the cryptic axes, as I pass dockers and cords, only to be stopped, mid-strum & drang by the hallowed harvest of thee FARMERS MARKET. For a moment my pursuit of the leviathan is stayed by the cornucopia of the upstate breadbasket. Glowing pustules of nectarines, over-ripe plums, squashes that mock me with their craning necks and grosteque sneers. Pure-bred plants and animals, ecological heaven, or genetically modified sin, I cannot tell. Lies are truth, truth are lies, the mindcrime continues. Blind in my moment of bliss, I purchase foodstuffs with filthy lucre. A floor-stomping, technically perfect drum solo punctuates the discovery of peculiar 'green eggs', said to be delicious, and allegedly from the belly of Queztecotl. Armegeddon in an eggshell. Sweating, my muscles rippling under my leather tunic, I return home. Unsure if it was all a dream, Chewy greets me, saying "Faires wear boots, you've got to believe me..."
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| 2006-09-06 11:26 |
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 At lunch yesterday I gave some serious thought to Libertore's 70's sci-fi smut epic ' Ranxerox' and started this drawing over a delicious tuna fish sandwich. I've got a lot of work to do, but it's fun to draw like this. I'd love it if I could shade and color like Libertore however. He's such a classicist. Apparently he worked with ink and colored with Design markers.  Work is a little hectic, and I'm trying to concentrate to get everything done. Nothing new there. Had a long dream this morning about putting new litter in Chewy's box.
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 Generally speaking, it was a good weekend. Went on date 3 with J which was fun, and actually ended up with a good old fashioned make-out session. Yipee! She's pretty cute, but more than once when I complimented her she'd responded " Thanks, man!". Seemed like an odd response, but who am I to say? I saw three movies; "Half-Nelson", "The Illusionist", and "Robotech: The Shadow Chronicles". On a 1-10 scale, I rate them as following, 9, 6, & 1. Sounds like a new Brooklyn area code. "Half-Nelson" is chilling, bitter, & touching for a number of reasons, the acting is tops. "The Illusionist" has so much going for it, and should not fall as flat as it does at the end. "Robotech: The Shadow Chronicles" was a guilty pleasure. I noticed it was playing as part of a Korean film festival and saw it immediately after "The Illusionist". Imagine, if you will, the entire Robotech space opera compressed into 88 minutes. Also imagine Robotech being written by RPG players & the fans. While I know, rationally, this should be a recipe for genius, it made for a terrible movie. Faux-anime written mostly by Americans, in an attempt to revive the franchise, and catch up with the recent wave of anime-fever. The 2d animation was stiff, the CG was even stiffer, and the Invid are basically Scientologists. Hardcore fans of Robotech will probably dig it, anime geeks might feel a bit embarrassed. I fall half into both camps, so I was totally uncomfortable. I caught myself before pointing out numerous plot holes during an open discussion after the film, fearing I might be lynched by the harder-corier fans from Queens in the back row. Geeks is geeks.
Sunday I rode up the westside highway, then around Manhattan running some errands. Almost got door'd for the first time, catching my pedal on a drivers quickly opening door. Spent Sunday night mulling over a funk, and started a drawing excercise I've done before. I sit down and try to draw something that will viscerally scare me. Something so horrific and weird that even I have a hard time looking at it. Not so easy. I did succeed however, and it left me feeling even stranger. Monday, just felt blue. Drew some more, went to Target (which had been ransacked by back-to-schoolers), and drank a lot of ice tea. I'll post pictures when I get the chance.
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 Dating in NYC is weird. In California I don't think I knew how good it was to be able to meet people who were friends of friends etc. Without a huge circle of friends here I'm left to using various dating sites (nerve, myspace, even friendster) to meet new people. Now, I'm newly single as of about 2.5 months ago, it's left me feeling very sad. However, I'm adamant that instead of moping that I'd get out and meet some new people. It's all with mixed results so far, as to be expected. This formal dating is more like going on repeated job interviews, where proceedings are codified, but the expectations are the wildcard. Most women I've met in NYC are worried that they are meeing up with a psycho who only wants sex (who has sex anymore?), and about 75% have been project managers of one kind of another, most are very nice, but it's that spark that's absent. In other news, some old HS friends of mine in LA are getting divorced after 16 years together. They got married during my sophmore year at SC (a winter wedding at yosemite), which sort of shocked me at the time, but they have managed to keep things together up til now. Now they have two kids, and are going to court today. It's a mess. I wish there was more I could do, I'm trying to remain non-partisan about it, because I like them both.
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 This trip might not happen afterall, sorry. I might just save some money and stay in the Tri-State Area, then around New Years use my vacationtime for a whopping trip up to SF. Maybe I can finally get my northface tent back from Eden. My parents didnt seem to care eitherway, maybe I'll have to sidetrack and get up to Maine. Speaking of parents, my mother said some really annoying things to me last night. I almost hung-up on her. I'll leave you with this quote from a friend:
[groovinsg1138_] ive seen a dog eat glowing charcoals, whimpering over the smokey flavor.
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The summer has blown by so quickly. I've frequently been enjoying how my age seems to affect my perception of time, but right now it's moving a tad too fast. While I haven't read much on the subject of human memory, here's a thought. Maybe as I grow older my mind automatically edits out redundant experiences. Seeing as much of my time is spent at work or running errands, all of that doesn't really make the final cut, leaving me with a more concise (and perhaps boring) view of things. Probably explains why I don't like going out to hear live music that much anymore. Most entertainment for that matter.
I've been confronted with a weird question lately. In the course of dating, I get asked why I don't drink, smoke, or even drink coffee. To me it's not a big deal, but I've been asked repeatedly "Well, what do you do for fun then?" and it's satillite question "What are your vices then?". Honestly I'm not sure. I've had some trouble eating a lot of sugar lately, but does that qualify as a vice? or fun? I'm edging out of that habit anyway. What do I do for fun? I make music? I talk to people? I think the only thing that is really jazzing me these days is cycling, and I don't do it as often as I should. In the last 2 years I've become really obsessed with bikes. Different styles, buying & selling, etc. I like the sense of freedom, the speed, I guess the danger. Right now I have an 88 Cannondale roadbike, and an early 70's Motobecane that I might convert into a track bike. The Cannondale is my baby though. I had to sell off my Trek 2000 at the beginning of the summer, mainly because the frame was a bit too large, but quickly turned it around and got this older Cannondale. The frame is smaller, it's just about as lightweight, almost feels like theres no bike underneath me. I've been doing long weekend rides around NYC & Brooklyn and will probably do the upcoming NYC Century ride in early Sept. The other bike I bought on a lark. It's about as close as Im going to come to classic French or Italian steel right now, and as it turns out the Motobecane Mirage was the lowest end touring 10-speed Motobecane put out. The main reason Motos are popular right now is that they have the much sought after horizontal drop-outs, favoured by fixed gear riders. My apt isn't that big so I should probably decide what to do with it soon.
Hey people in SF. I might be coming out to visit in early Sept (not very far away I know). Im working out the travel plans as I type this. Let me know if you'll be around. Don't worry, I won't be there on Labor Day weekend.
Peter
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Hello again, I know I've been lax in getting this blog going, just havent had much time. But in the interest of writing regularly and keeping in touch, I'll do it. I had a blog over on diaryland for a few years, more of the typical boring garbage. Those unlucky enough to read it wrote me off long ago ;) but what I liked about it was that it kept me writing regularly, and from there I got into writing art reviews, some music reviews etc. This time around I'll try not to be so navel gazing @_@
Right now, I work for a UK based company, and things have come to a stand-still while the World Cup has been on. I'm not much of a sports-person, but I find soccer really exciting. The shortness of the games & the team dynamics make it pretty facinating. I've also got some money on Argentina, and they seem to be doing pretty well.
Projects... I had a yard sale today. Or in NYC terms a 'Stoop Sale'. It was really hot yesterday, but sitting out on the curb was relaxing, the nearby traffic sounded vaguely like the ocean, so it was almost like being at Coney Island. It's almost about time for me to make my yearly pilgrimage down to Coney to ride the rollercoaster. Luckily, next weekend is also the mermaid parade. Might go down with some friends who are going in full costume. For those in SF, the Mermaid Parade is a little bit like a drunker, sunnier, less gay, castro halloween. I know, sounds awful doesnt it? Coney Island is a dump. But what I was saying about my 'Stoop Sale'. I combed out about a carload of garbage from my apartment, most of it were the remainders and relics of old unfinished projects. A bike frame (for the fixie I havent built yet), a lot of grimey speaker cable (for all those rooftop parties I was going to play), tons of books I may or may not have read. And I sold an Ikea lounge chair, despite it being covered in cat hair. Yay.
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| 2006-01-05 17:40 |
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Happy New Year! 2006 is drifting into focus, after 2005's breakneck finish. Things are off to a pretty good start.
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