Buried in packing all weekend, and staring at the sky all weekend to figure out when i could nut up or shut up. Between the rain and the cold and the full-face and the armor, I was ensconsed in a body-condom, and continued sweating for several minutes after the sky opened up and puked on Kila and I sprinting home through a lightning storm.
I hit it 5 times. The first time the expression on my face surely looked like this: . the next few times got easier, even when i tired and bailed out cause i didn’t have enough speed, even when my form went to shit: I now knew i could hit it, and there was nothing but myowndamnself to fuck it up. The rest was easy…just ride.
A good day of progress, reps and all. This is nothing big, absolutely nothing, by many standards, and many friends could knock this out on a cross bike wearing tennis shoes. I could not fathom it in 2004 when I first saw it done, I could not fathom it last year, I could barely fathom it til last month. but I’m psyched, nuttin’ wrong with that.
We took G to her new school today, so she could meet her teachers and her classmates and we could meet the staff, and its not all such a sh0ck in 2 weeks. She was shy for about 2 min. The other kids in her class were very friendly and that made her feel better, nice to see kids of all different colors in the class. as soon as she saw the new toys and new playground she was her typical gregarious self. such a wonderful upbeat little girl – she surely doesnt get it from me. She insisited on going back to say goodbye to her new teacher.
We drove around the neighborhood, to the house and back, to see the uphills and the downhills and the intersections. The daycare is 1.2 miles, with 1 big intersection – a vast improvement for our 2-wheeled endeavors vs. now crossing 5 lights and the 202. The McDowell Mountain Ranch park is 1 mile away, is offering Memorial Day-to-Labor Day memberships for $120, and has a good enough gym and pool to at minimum handle our shit through summer. Though the scenery at Mountainside Fitness will surely be much better, i think the pool shall help compensate for that. Too bad the skate park does not allow bikes – i would love to learn how to drop a bowl. The nearest unfenced playground is 1 mile away, uphill, which means rolling home will be much better. The desert area is .5 miles for Kila to be onleash, .3 if i duck behind the school. There is a lot back there, a lot of good walks to be had, probably no super gnar gnar, but i will remedy that with that with a shovel.
Alana and Kila and I rode out to pick up G again, more firestation runzeheunding, more budding bipedalism, but absent any melancholy. Grab it while its good. Look for the next thing that is good. Chooses to be near the next thing that is good. I am fortunate that I have had the opportunity to make choices in my life, I am jaded and resolved to continue to take advantage of opportunities, and I am sensitive to reflecting honestly upon them and their fragility.
G wanted to explore the construction site behind the Church again today. It will only be around for a few more weeks, irregardless of our zip code. She may ultimately be Daddy’s negotiator for AC service at Casa V. I am stoked on many levels.
just found a cool trial, 3 story office bld w. outdoor staircase opened across from the Walgreens.
after a couple night rides and shots at the curbs and walkways, i found the staircase w.out the security door. Hoofed the bike up and hit a 90 degree turn down a staircase np. next is to take it from the 2nd floor w. a 180 in the middle…and if i could get that i could take it from the roof all the way down. It would make a nice video, extreme blogging about my radness.
never gonna have enough nights to practice this between now and moving. Especially after I am fucking committed to jumping the 3-fter in my pit before the weekend is done. I have pulled every card on Maadjurguer to make him come with me just in case the need for 911 arises.
Every time we go to Casa V I think about what I can hit and what i can find and what has skeered me and what will be new. Every time I hit National i do the same. Its totally addictive, and once it hits the addiction center of your brain it is there forever – the passion and the mental maps. I will be back to ride Hawes, and if we go 1 iteration/session then run from The Man in broad daylight, i’m good with that, i’m a natural born killer. An excuse to stay connected to this part of the Valley is a small ice-pack & pair of ibu on the move, especially if I can check out the house in the process.
Despite my best efforts, I stole some software today. It cant be helped when they price something too expensive for the value-add vs. freeware and the freeware that will be free in 6 months, and a crack comes up on the 2nd click in google. I wanted to pay about $30, they wanted $90. It literally took me 20% of the time to find and apply the crack as it would have to order it and pay with my credit card.
I am a bad person.
I don’t want to be a bad person. Its just too easy to say no. If Megan Fox strolled up to you and pushed up on you and pushed your hand to her button, would you say no? Its that easy sometimes.
I have lost perspective if this is just me or if these are the times, when security lags too far behind accessibility. I think its just me, cause pretty much no one else i know does this, except other geeks. I fixed a problem with Beckie’s computer before it had even shut down, I fixed another one before it had even posted. I QA for friends, I have found bugs in PERL, I solved my Dad’s BSOD sight-unseen in about 5 min and then 5 more min later, I am evaluating a product for a friend next week. This is what I do, puzzles are one of my passions, and I am good at it. It doesn’t make me above the law, but when the law is based on an essential premise of capability and I am far beyond that capability, am I wrong?
X-Men and Watchmen and Heroes‘ Hiro and every other superhero has had this angst. If you even have the angst, perhaps you are different?
The site’s 2nd busiest month ever! The busiest month came after this year’s Crazy88 which has been my most-hit post ever. Its fascinating to watch the ebb and flow of traffic – posts have a brief wave that peaks then lulls over 2-3 days, with occasional flare-ups for annual events or heavy linkage. The spikes and continuing traffic follow a general pattern:
bike stuff especially with pics draws traffic from MTBR, RideAZ and friends’ site. far and away the most popular
Adventures and Rocky Point draw a similar pattern but less action
kids posts get little traffic, unless there are photos, which get gobs of repeated hits from a few people – traffic tends to mirror the number of pics, which usually means its a more interesting post, or people have no appreciation 4 tha rittin wurd anymoor
no one gives a crap about much anything else I have to say
There are plugins that show you live traffic stats, average time to clickthrough, where the incoming IP is located and much other geekery. But I didn’t like how it looked on my sidebar, and it seemed rather a pain in the ass to css-enable it.
The search terms that land people on the site are absolutely faskinatin’. Anything dirty, slangish, or vaguely sexual brings lots of random traffic. People angry over DUI laws is a big draw – its amazing how many people search for the terms “DUI Laws Are Bullshit”. If I wanted to artificially inflate my hit count I should make my titles like episodes of Law & Order or titles from letters to Penthouse. Then there are the hits that make me fear the internet and want to take the blog private. Phrases like “g@n@vi@v@ pr@tty littl@ pu$$y” or “L!ttle g!rl su(k and du(k” – both intentionally mispelled so as to avoid hits. A female friend of mine who has developed a vaguely-stalker following on a message board kept coming up in the logs, and when i posted on the board what was happening, the hits stopped. Eww. Icky icky eww.
. the next few times got easier, even when i tired and bailed out cause i didn’t have enough speed, even when my form went to shit: I now knew i could hit it, and there was nothing but myowndamnself to fuck it up. The rest was easy…just ride.
