Miscellarikneous

Tuesday 4/27 - awakened at 7:15 by a dumbass from comcast ringing our doorbell five times.
Monday 4/26 - gave my first powerpoint presentation for any reason.
Sunday 4/25 - Raced the Wente Crit. 2 1/2 hour ride with Naomi.
Saturday 4/24 - Couldn't get up for the Wente RR. Hammered on the group ride, and wished the race had been 3 hours later.
Wednesday 4/21 - Got my new old YYY ep. Sweet.
Monday 4/19 - Wrote a little routine to fit data to a gaussian.
Friday & Saturday 4/16-17 - Raced at Sea Otter, and again.

Thursday 4/15 - Accidentaly drank an earwig. Spat it out.

One of the problems with not blogging for a long time is that the pressure builds to have something blogworthy to say once you finally do get around to it. Here is not that:

Today, I accidentally came to work without my wallet for the FIRST TIME EVER (at this job). I emailed/phoned/paged/aimed/sms'ed Naomi in a panic to see if she could bail me out. I got out of my meeting and went straight to meet her at work.

She gave me $25. She's one helluva wife.

Avid readers of me on a bike often ask me how I got started biking. "I mean," they say, "how did you know it was right for you?"

Well let me tell you in nearly the least mendacious way possible:

On one of my first rides, out when I was still using my brother's mountain bike to see if I really wanted to be a cyclist, I was riding up a little hill and I pulled off to rest. And there, on the ground, was John Kerry! Well, not John Kerry exactly, but his picture, on money! Well, it was actualy Alexander Hamilton, but it looks a lot like John Kerry. Anyway, I found myself $20! So then I knew it was for me! And since then, that $20 has respent itself hundreds of times over on many a bike-related thing.

And there you have it, the rest of the paulharvey.

Our lame fitness center at work has this new "slim down for summer!" competition, where you & your team get points for how much exercise you do, and get awards based on those points. The highest level is free movie tickets (yay) for exercising an average of 35 minutes a day. Which means I'll do a week's worth in one long bike ride. Pfeh!

They finally opened highway 87, making it a freeway all the way from start to finish, and they got rid of my exit! No more Hedding-to-First-to-880N. So now the fastest way to work is to ess my way through 5 freeways... 85-87-280-101-880. And that's just freaking dumb.

In honor of your birthday, I'm wearing underwear with your name on it.

I was thinking about this on the way home from work. Bush "won" the 2000 election by like 200 votes right? And the military generally votes for Bush, right? That means Bush's bungling of the Iraq sitch has probably has managed to kill enough people that voted for him to lose next time.

It's really too bad that now that it's looking like the Bush Administration might possibly be held accountable for something, it's probably the one thing that they had least to do with. Even the most cynical democrat would have to concede that the Bush whitehouse didn't purposefully allow 9/11 to happen.

What the commission will undoubtedly discover is that (a) Clinton's administration considered terrorism a more serious threat than Bush's*, and (b) Bush took a lot of days off between January and September 2001, both of which I already knew. They might find (c) if they'd spent less time plotting with their energy buddies how to screw America (i.e. screw on Energy, not screw in a good, "Las Vegas", way), they would have had more time to worry about terrorism. But I don't have a lot of faith in these ex-congressfolks to be able to connect one issue to another.

But anyway, yeah, they screwed up, but it was still those hijackers that flew the planes, and everyone in the U.S. law enforcement was trying to stop that kind of thing if by no other means than simply doing their jobs.

But if it takes a 9/11 commission to help get rid of the guy, then I'm all for it. Mislay the blame if you have to, because he's gotten off scot free on just about everything else.