Tuesday, June 24, 2008
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Calamity. I mean really terrible, horrendous news. I just found out that the girl who cuts my hair no longer works in Boulder. The girl who pulls my hair. The cute, punky girl who flirts with me. The girl who pulls my hair. The girl who runs her fingers through my hair telling me how much she likes it, and then pulls my hair. I mean if that isn’t true love then I don’t know what is. And now she’s gone, out of my life forever. Rumor has it she’s plying her trade in one of the neighboring “L” towns, but it might as well be Siberia.
Yesterday evening was beautiful – crisp & clear, perfect really. You know, a typical Boulder evening. I was returning from a Boulder Digital Arts Event, and it was so nice out that I decided to take the long way home. So there I am, biking along and having the time of my life when I’m struck with a terrible thought. I like to coast. I mean I really like to coast. Standing on my pedals, gliding along, picking my lines and shifting my weight to squeeze every last inch out of the few pedal strokes that I take… pure unadulterated bliss. What’s so terrible about coasting you say? Well it means I’m a fraud. I’m talking about fixies here – one gear, no freewheel – the wheel turns your legs turn. Instant bike cred deserving of respect and admiration. Any time I see a fixie its instant lust, such a beautiful yet simple machine. Biking at its purest perhaps. But with no freewheel, there’s no coasting! I have always operated under the assumption that one day I would pickup a fixed gear bike as a commuter - I've even placed a bid or two through Craigslist. Is it all in vain, do I have to face the facts and admit that fixed gears aren't for me? Is there life beyond the freewheel?
Thursday, September 13, 2007
half a bag of oreos.
five pieces of cold chicken.
one naked antioxidant juice smoothie.
invaluable proofing assistance provided by my wonderful friend emily.
a few more oreos (for good luck).
proposal complete : 5am
lesson learned : all nighters aren't as much fun when they involve work.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Last night several friends and I attended a festival at a local Greek Orthodox church. A Greek festival.
We were compelled to attend the festival after hearing tales of flaming cheese. I mean seriously - cheese AND fire? What's not to love? Granted I have partaken in flaming cheese before and never really been satisfied... but I assumed this time would be different. Because did I mention the parts about fire and cheese? Sadly my hopes and dreams were once again dashed against the sharp cliffs of reality. The cheese just wasn't that good. Wasn't that good! How can you screw up such a wonderful pairing?!?! Maybe by using bad cheese and then covering it with the juice of a lemon? I do feel that the concept is sound, I'd just like to see it broadened in scope. Let's try this with Cheddar. Let's try this with Gouda. While we're at it maybe we could even find something besides lemon juice to put the fire out (more cheese perhaps).
Naturally when I say "let's try" what I really mean is "please make for Mike to try". Until then I'll stick to the Greekstyle. Because really - cheese AND fire.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Actually I would have cross-posted this anyway - bikes, foreign intrigue, pretty girls, i mean what's not to love? Read on. That means follow the link below.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Actually the schedule was extremely good for a film. The director had things nicely organized, and although our shooting schedule was aggressive it did move things along quickly (to the point where we actually finished shooting two days early). Working on the film was a great experience that allowed me to meet some extremely talented people – and I’m not just saying that on the off chance that they accidentally stumble across my blog. Good times.
A few days into the shoot I decided to bring my camera and assume the additional role of Still Photographer. Those of you who are interested can find a selection of photos from the shoot on my Picasa site here.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
This past Monday I did what I assume every self-respecting, self-employed person does when faced with a new work week – duck out early and go for a road ride. I was joined by my friend Jenny, who is currently training for a triathlon (stupid sprinters). Jenny is also self-employed, although judging by the quality and quantity of work coming out of her design firm these days I think it’s safe to say that she’s a bit more earnest in her endeavors (we all have our faults). Anyway we wrap up our fairly respectable thirty mile ride around 5pm. Like all good athletes in training we wish to replenish the nutrients our bodies used during the ride, so we point our bikes toward Illegal Pete’s in search of recovery beer & tortilla chips. Mmm, recovery beer.
Arriving at Illegal Pete’s we lock down our bikes and stake claim to a table on the patio bordering
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
In an effort to placate my lethargic tenancies I recently used a pre-made, off-the-shelf marinara sauce in place of the from scratch version that I've been playing with as of late. A blander meal I can not recall. Why is the stuff we really want always so difficult to obtain? Stupid life lesson teaching pasta sauce.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Monday, July 02, 2007
Happiness is not a warm gun, happiness is my new air conditioning unit. My stupid expensive what have I done it isn't even energy star approved but wow life is better all of a sudden air conditioning unit.
Oh and just an FYI - if anyone wants to watch me while I sleep now's your chance, my blinds don't quite close with the AC unit in place...
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
A few weeks back
Anyway several beers later the wind dies down and I am able to catch a flight home. The next morning I step onto my patio, and discover that a planter box has blown into my garden. It’s a rather nice hanging planter box actually, and I assume someone must be missing it. Naturally I wish to do the right thing, so after a few days of laziness I place the planter in a high-traffic outdoor area near our mailboxes. This was weeks ago (maybe), and by now I feel it safe to assume that everyone in the surrounding condos has seen the planter box. The planter box that is still there. Now this is a pretty cool planter box, and if no one else wants it I might as well claim it for my own. Be my moral compass Internet, has it been long enough that I can make the planter my own?
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
mlepix (10:38:17 AM): I need to hear stories
ifrdr1 (10:39:07 AM): hmm okay
ifrdr1 (10:39:19 AM): i've been meaning to blog about this, but it doesn't seem funny or story like
ifrdr1 (10:39:36 AM): so this past weekend 2 friends and i headed to telluride for the bluegrass festival
ifrdr1 (10:39:52 AM): festivaled it up friday night, then saturday we decided to play on the river (one friend had a 4 person inflatable boat, life jackets, etc.)
ifrdr1 (10:40:05 AM): lazy river stuff, we had a cooler of beer and wanted to combine mild rapids with beery goodness
ifrdr1 (10:40:40 AM): talked to a rafting company in town and they said the river was good class 1 and 2 stuff. 1 is floaty beer drinking, and 2 is rapidy but not really.
ifrdr1 (10:40:58 AM): so we put in, and for the next hour it's nonstop rapids. class 2 and class 3 stuff, no breaks and certainly no floaty beer drinking
ifrdr1 (10:41:11 AM): we’re bouncing off rocks, doing our best to steer
ifrdr1 (10:41:25 AM): no beer breaks at all - not even time to bail out the boat which was extremely full of water
ifrdr1 (10:41:43 AM): getting slapped in the face by waves, etc. I haven’t taken that kind of a beating since
ifrdr1 (10:42:41 AM): eventually we manage to find a "calm" area on the side of the river, jump out and pull the boat out of the water (a long process since by now it was completely full of water). Except replace “find” with “get stuck in a tree near a shallow area”
ifrdr1 (10:43:00 AM): we were extremely thankful/lucky to "find" that spot
ifrdr1 (10:43:12 AM): cause it was sort of tip the boat scary, but in a fun safe way of course.
ifrdr1 (10:43:32 AM): anyway i had my cell phone along on this voyage, because call for help seems responsible.
ifrdr1 (10:43:47 AM): cell phone & wallet were packed inside of a ziplock bag - the one i keep it in when i bike
ifrdr1 (10:43:55 AM): then this ziplock was placed inside of the "dry bag"
ifrdr1 (10:44:12 AM): turns out the drybag doesn’t really stay all that dry when the entire boat fills up with water
ifrdr1 (10:44:53 AM): when we finally escaped the clutches of the river i had a chance to look in the drybag
ifrdr1 (10:44:58 AM): completely full of water
ifrdr1 (10:45:13 AM): the ziplock containing my phone and wallet? also full of water
ifrdr1 (10:45:33 AM): the camelback i brought with me for water & storage? submerged in a foot of water
mlepix (10:46:36 AM): hee hee I'm enjoying this
ifrdr1 (10:45:51 AM): the birkenstocks i had in the camelback? same story
ifrdr1 (10:46:05 AM): even my 1st aid kit got waterlogged
ifrdr1 (10:46:08 AM): crazy stuff
ifrdr1 (10:46:19 AM): then we walked back the 3ish miles to the car
ifrdr1 (10:46:44 AM): along the way ran into 4 kayakers all decked out in kayaky gear with whitewater kayaks
ifrdr1 (10:47:08 AM): they said the rapids were class 3, and were rather incredulous that we were rafting. I assume this is because they were in awe of our prowess, rather then amused by our stupidity
ifrdr1 (10:47:16 AM): they said if we went any further we would have really been in trouble
mlepix (11:01:17 AM): adventurous weekend!
*The conversation above has been edited for content and my own amusement. Actual rafting may or may not have occurred.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Friday, June 08, 2007
- According to my friend Namehere the Asian Beatle is very pretty, but it bites. And that’s bad. I’ve always been extremely fond of pretty things that bite, so this was quite the revelation for me.
- Sushi is good. Stupid sushi, now the cravings will start up again – and you know the night terrors won’t be far behind.
- Photo Assignment: Chicago is cool.
- Then without…
- But that doesn’t mean all is lost.
- Three Times! Makes for an amusing story, but seriously what the hell.
- Photoshop is awesome, and I know nothing about it. Or at least not enough about it. But now I can do this thing where stuff glows. Or doesn’t glow. Either way something definitely will or won’t happen when I use layers.
- Instead of keeping honey inside of a plastic bear, keep it inside of a glass container. Then if the honey crystallizes and has to be tossed in the microwave it will still taste like honey, instead of tasting like cancer.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
The event has been thoroughly recapped here and here so I won’t bore you (me) with a play by play description, but I wanted to touch on the highlights. Because really, this was pretty damn cool. So um, here are the take aways.
Biking is good. Climbing is hurty good, and descending is fast. Swoopy is fun. Girls are soft and pretty (technically that’s more of a life take away then a biking take away, but sometimes soft and pretty girls bike). Dale’s Pale Ale is the perfect post ride beverage. Biking is good.
That pretty much covers it I think – but if you didn’t get enough you can checkout my image gallery for pictures!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
So a few weeks back I was sitting in the
Friday, February 16, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
So it turns out that someone over at the BRC thinks I’m pretty f’n cool. I know this because when I got my pass in the mail the other day I saw that they had given me a nickname. I’m now Mike (ten punch) Lastnamehere. That’s right, ten punch – pretty masculine sounding, isn’t it. They must have dreamed it up while watching me climb some of the more impressive 5.9-s.
Oh and sorry for blocking out the personal info but I’ve already had my share of stalkers and although they make for interesting stories, I don’t really need more. Unless of course you’re young, female and cute (with photo) – then stalk away because my wish is your command and I’ll do whatever you say. Unit.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
On a related note on the plane ride from Denver to Cleveland I begin the book Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs. What the hell was I thinking. Before I finished first page I had come to the conclusion that I will never be cool enough to understand this book. Now I’m a huge fan of free association, but seriously, damn. How many drugs I would have to do before this thing makes sense? (Seriously, I’m curious.)