my 15 minutes

You know that statistic about a person's chance of being on television in his lifetime? I forget exactly what it is, but I'm going to be on tv tonight. As many of you know, this week is Bike Week in good ol' FC and I was interviewed by the news because I, well, ride my bike to work.

I'm sure I sounded like a complete dork and I realized after the interview that, of course, I have a huge zit on the side of my face and my hair was standing up in spikes all over my head.

Luckily, it was the local news which means it will only be seen by two people. So, now I'm famous. Sort of.


america, you old broad you

I don't need many excuses to buy myself something new, so when I realized a fairly important birthday was right around the corner, I whipped out my credit card toot sweet. In order to celebrate the birth of this great country of ours (and it is great in spite of the jackass who's in charge), and in preparation for my expedition into the backcountry next weekend, I bought myself a shiny new three-season sleeping bag. It only weighs two pounds. Two. And it's filled with goose feathers. And it has loops to attach my Thermarest® so I won't slide off of it in the middle of the night. Isn't it pretty?

Thanks, America. Happy birthday.


uh huh. and the aliens are coming to get me, too.

A little set-up: My work phone hasn't had one of those spiral-y cords (yes, rendering it non-functional) until yesterday when the office manager fianlly went out and bought me a brand spankin' new one. It's black, and shiny, and really spiral-y.

Wondering why the hell I'm blogging about a phone cord? Just wait. It gets funnier.

I open up the package and there's a warning label on the plastic around the cord. It reads: 'WARNING: This product contains chemicals, including lead, known to the State of California to cause cancer, and birth defects or other reproductive harm. Wash hands after handling.'

I can't decide whether I should just suck on the cord all day or wear a hazmat suit to work.

Why is it always the state of California? Don't they also have a problem with the silver candy beads that good moms put on the yummy cupcakes?


stop the madness

Have you been wondering what Connie Chung has been up to ever since she quit doing the news? Apparently she was co-hosting a show with her husband, called Weekends with Maury and Connie. Never heard of it? Don't feel bad, no one else did either. It got canceled. Probably because she wouldn't stop singing.


live at the point

It's always weird for your introduction to a band/singer be a recording of a live show, but in spite of that I actually found myself really enjoying this album. Even the dialogue recorded between the songs is good. He's funny and articulate and gives some insight into what the songs mean to him and why he wrote them. Like any recording artist, his songs are largely autobiographical and it's interesting to learn what's behind them.

Overall Nathanson is a pretty typical American singer/songwriter, i.e. somewhat pop-y. Think what John Mayer could be if he weren't so retarded and actually possessed a modicum of talent.

Rating: ***

Referred by pandora.com


The official word is that it's not broken. Just strained ligaments and soft tissue damage. So, I will live to ride another day.

The bummer is that I probably can't go bouldering tonight. I really wanted to work on that problem on The Penny that has been tormenting me for the past two weeks. Guess it will be my nemesis for a while longer.


maybe it is broken

The pain in my hand has gotten steadily stronger as the day has progressed. I think maybe I did break something in there. Plus, the fingertips are kinda numb. Not good. I'm going to see Dr. Thurston tomorrow. I have all the faith in the world that she will be able to fix me.


blue sky

I woke up today still a little sore from bouldering on Thurs. so instead of doing that I decided to go for another bike ride. My euphoria from my great ride yesterday was still mostly present so I decided to try something new and headed out to the Blue Sky Trail. The map makes it look fairly flat so I figure I won't kill myself too badly even though it's kind of long.

Um. Ok. The trail is extremely sandy (I think because it's a new trail, but maybe just because it's been so frickin' dry out here this year) which makes for some pretty hard pedaling. And can we talk about the major ups and downs? It's also definitely high desert area which equals no shade. So. Hot. Technically the BST is extremely easy compared to Hewlett Gulch, i.e. hardly any rocks to speak of, but it has some wicked sharp turns and some pretty intense climbs. Thus requiring amounts of strength and endurance which I just do not possess today. I make it to the Indian Summer Trail turnoff and decide to turn around and head back to the car.

On the way back I take a fairly serious header, my first one of the summer.

Catalogue of injuries:
1. I wrench the same shoulder I seem to wrench every time I fall. By the time I'm 50, I'll be surprised if I have any range of motion.

2. A nice scrape up the entire outside of my right leg which will probably result in a pretty sweet bruise later this week.

3. I did something to my left thumb. I don't think it's broken, but my kung fu grip is no longer functioning.

I may have to take it easier than planned for the rest of the week.

I was also stupid and paid for parking. While I was on the trail I saw a ton of people and I kept wondering where they were all coming from because there was only one other car in the parking lot. Then, on the way back, I saw the free option that everyone else was smart enough to use. If you decide you want to park for free, it's about 1/8 of a mile in on the left. If you hit the RV campground on the right, you've gone too far. It's small, so I bet it fills up pretty fast.

Next time BST. Next time you're mine.

hewlett gulch

After talking about it for the past, oh, six months or so, I finally decided to try out the Hewlett Gulch Trail today on my bike. I'm happy to report that I'm definitely starting to become less terrified of the rocks than I was when I first moved out here. Most of the time I succeeded in getting over the bolder-strewn trail. Well, at least I was marginally more successful than not, i.e. I didn't fall any times that caused serious bodily harm. That's success in my book. I discovered that for some reason, I was less terrifed going down over the rocks than going up over them.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a poster child for how to ride your bike off road in the mountains or anything, but I did well for me.

The trail runs alongside a creek so lots of trees and other plantlife which offered some nice shady spots. It also had tons of still-full runoff creek beds, which I was surprised about. I'm guessing that in another couple of weeks they'll all be dry?

I had been this close to giving up on mountain biking altogether and just getting a road bike, but I'm starting to gain newfound confidence and hopefully, with a lot of practice, I can maybe even get good at it.