On a Thursday night a week or two ago, time runs together so I’m no longer certain which, I had a drinking dream. Drinking dreams are not uncommon. They occur more often in early recovery, but people with decades in the program have reported them in meetings.
I’ve had using dreams before. [...]
I’ve only hinted around at the difficulties I’ve experienced during the past several months.
Part of it is my nature to keep things inside, part of it is a tendency to minimize those things (I think) I can manage. Part of it is hope that change—or just plain relief—is just around the corner. Part [...]
Some sort of crisis is forcing the gal who does my hair, Louise Marie, to change the software she uses for her online store.
Wouldn’t you know it that the first e-commerce site I’m seriously working on is a Canadian company selling mainly to the US, but also to Europe. This requires conversion among four [...]
On the tail end of a lazy weekend, lost in a story on P.L. Nunn’s Bishonen Works, a shrill beeping brought my head back to reality and my hand out of my pants.
WTF?
Investigation led me to the bedroom. No, not as loud here. Back to the living room, Yup. Louder here. [...]
A month ago I broke my tri-focals. I was fortunate enough that on the following Monday or Tuesday when I dropped by the optician, that they had another set of frames that fit my lenses. $149 later, I walked out with my old lenses mounted in jet black Wolverine frames.
Another problem, which [...]
“Hi, my name is Bruce and I’m an alcoholic and an addict.”
That’s the way one introduces oneself at a meeting. Occasionally, I find it necessary (and entertaining) to add, “and I’m a recovering drama queen.”
We say these things at meetings to remind ourselves of who and what we are, and what will become of [...]
David Byrne’s PowerPoint thing wasn’t what I expected. I had hoped for more of the tongue-in-cheek irrationality found in his music. There wasn’t much of that in the work itself. The talk, however, was exactly that. The other works in the exhibition—pencil logic-tree diagrams and lenticular (?) photos of corporate “tombstone” [...]
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Someday we’ll all look back on this, and plow right into a parked car.
Just as man evolved from four feet to two, some have evolved from four wheels to two.
Tourers and commuters are a lot alike. Both breeds usually choose a sturdy, yet no-nonsense bike, and both usually have to carry more than your usual OCP roadie. We take tips, tricks, and underground secret information from almost every other type of cyclist, chew it up, and spit out a form of cycling science that manifests itself as a fusion of both basic transportation and recreational riding all at once.—ax0n
You shouldn’t anthropomorphize bikes. They don’t like it when you do that—JustBrowsing
Somewhere on gayforums.net there’s a thread that goes “I just shaved my legs and got some tight lycra shorts. Do you think it would make look like a cyclist or not?”—From yet another “Does wearing lycra make me look gay?” thread on bikeforums.net
I don’t hate cars per se, but the lifestyle they encourage is as lethal and self-destructive as any drug.—Cosmoline
I guess for me it boiled down to a realization that a bike was the right tool for the job. Using a 3,000 pound vehicle move me and my briefcase 2.5 miles to work everyday was like using a steamroller to press my shirts—they'd be wrinkle free, but an iron would be a better choice.—chocula
Starve a terrorist—ride a bike to work. It’s not just good for the environment, it’s good for civilization.—NotAsFat
When all the gasoline runs out, the Priuses are going to be dead on the side of the road right beside the Hummers.
Who is more patriotic, the person who commutes to work on a bike, or the guy who slaps a US flag decal on his SUV that gets 12 miles per gallon?—Jim Caple (ESPN)
I’m on the odd side of now but the right side of history.—Woodog
What’s the point of a bike if you can only ride it on weekends and you can’t even carry anything with you?—madfiNch