Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
what are the odds of such a gathering in iowa? right.
Ladies. Gentlemen. Announcing the first LFGSS Winter Dress Club Run: a social ride with a bit of style.
We will be gathering for 2pm in Hanover Square. Please be prompt; at 2, we'll head down to H Huntsman & Sons, 11 Saville Row to begin the ride. The route will be a fairly leisurely ride through London. No need to pack Kendal Mint Cakes, the ride will include a stop at a tea shop at Tour de Ville for mid-ride fortitude, and will finish at the Bethnal Green Working Men's Club for refreshments and cheer.
Proper attire will of course be expected, so dapper gents and elegant ladies, polish off your lugged steel beasts and prepare your best outfits. Suggested attire: woolen plus fours, harris tweed jackets, flat caps, fair isle jumpers, alpaca coats, merino wool team jerseys, cycling skirts and perhaps a jaunty cape for the ladies, cravats or ties for gentlemen, and of course a hip flask of brandy.
Be sure to dress with a bit of panache, there will be prizes awarded for:
Most dapper chap
Most dashing dame
Best moustache (open to both men and women, of course)
Most enviable period bicycle
The Doff of The Cap award for most civilised behaviour on the day
There will also be a spiffing tombola draw for some lovely prizes benefiting bikes4africa, an organisation that refurbishes bicycles and gives them to rural African schools so that students who live far away can get to school.
A big doff of the cap to those who have donated the marvelous prizes: Hudson’s Hats (The Bonk), What Goes Around Comes Around (JD), Ved, The Chap Magazine, Brooks Saddles, Hendrick's Gin, Geo F. Trumper, David Saxby's, Dashing Tweeds and Rapha.
flickr photos here. rest of story here. make certain to read the comments; they're hilarious. what an outrageous, wonderful ride. having spent time in london, on my bike, i can't think of a better way to do it, in such delightful company.
i might have to dig out some of my old pipes for my next spin, eh what?
on an unrelated note, check out this bike polo video from a nyc tournament, and ask yourself this: why DON'T we play bike polo in des moines? do we hate fun here?
NYC in Madison - Jan 2 & 3, 2009 - Highlights from Mr.Do on Vimeo.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
let's meet at nollen plaza on OUR klunkerz and ride as a group to it. maybe someone in the group will know where we need to go!
Monday, January 19, 2009
talk about a happy ending!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
what, are you nuts?
all winter long, i've been hitting the roads--once literally--and slogging out four-hour plus snowy gravel road rides. i've ridden alone, with one pal, or sometimes with four or more teammates. we have another group of maybe 8 or more lined up for later today, around noon or so. this is causing me to forego watching the nfc and afc playoffs. okay, i'll sacrifice, even though unlike some of my station mates, i DO enjoy some ballsports, and DON'T dis the sports in which i do not take part. plus, i can have the second game on at the station while i do my show.
i've been riding with a 2.4 powertap [thanks, folks!] since last spring, just accumulating data. i'm beginning to pay attention to it now, and starting to understand what the numbers mean. it's not dictating my workouts [yet], but DOES tell me how i'm doing.
and i think i'm doing okay.
take yesterday, for example. sadly, i haven't figured out how to post the graphs the software spits out for me, but here's what yesterday's ride shows:
basics: 4h32m; 96.31 km; 2318 kJ [don't know what THAT means, other than how much i worked, but it's good for comparison's sake to other rides]
recovery--124 minutes [46%]
endurance--114 minutes [42%]
threshold--19 minutes [7%]
race pace--10 minutes [4%]
max--2.5 minutes [1%]
supra max--1.5 minutes [<1%]
endurance--159 minutes [58%]
threshold--93 minutes [34%]
race pace--6 minutes [2%]
fun distribution [totals may exceed 100%]:
fun--272 minutes [100%]
lotta fun--272 minutes [100%]
whole hell of a lotta fun--272 minutes [100%]
now, what does THIS tell you? by the way, i continued to exceed previous peak power personal bests at several interval segments yesterday, including at the 5 seconds, 30 seconds, and 120 minutes intervals, meaning that i'm riding my ass off, having a hell of a GREAT time, and getting more and more fit all the time. nothing killer about it, not epic [oh, maybe if we'd have gone another 70 kilometres and had to deal with numerous dogs [we DID see lots of labrador fangs yesterday--uphills a few times] AND dealt with heavy snow or sleet or drunken hunters. but none of that.
but it WAS extremely fun. so you guys riding your rollers and patting yourselves on the back, good for you. i've gotta make some pb&j sandwiches for today's ride.
don't forget to listen to today's show--talking with mountain bike pioneer charlie kelly tonight, 600 to 700 pm, kxno.com.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
a less-simple princess on her 4th birthday
doing her "britney thing" [age 4y, 3m]
planning her dream wedding, with tutu [age 4y, 4m]
Friday, January 16, 2009
oh, and i had a broken clavicle. i've made it a full year!!
yippee, right? yeah, whatever.
man, i don't know WHAT'S going on with picture sizes here lately. sorry.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
i wonder why WE missed no pants day in iowa? i'm gonna mark my calendar for NEXT year right NOW! we don't even NEED a subway, although i suppose we could just meet and go to a subway shop, eh?
I hate to say I told you so but I told you so. You could look it up.
For years, decades even, I have been railing against the lifestyles of the rich and famous, questioning the utility of their outrageous salaries and bonuses. I mocked them for their multiple mansions, their submarine-included yachts, their private jetliners, their jewel-drenched parties. They were not worth the money they were making, I said. While some of them were accomplished corporate executives, too many were greedy clowns who got lucky.
I argued that justice demanded at the very least that they pay considerably higher income taxes and perhaps a significant estate tax too. (Give me the choice between being taxed when I’m alive or when I’m dead and I’ll take dead every time.) What I was asking for was merely a few crumbs off the tables of the rich so that poor people could afford operations for their crippled children. (Eat your heart out, Charles Dickens.)
And what did I get for my troubles? Scorn. Vilification. Vicious personal attacks. I was called a socialist, a communist even. I was accused of engaging in class warfare and told I was merely jealous of my betters, people smarter, more accomplished and more industrious than I.
Let me say this about that:
I am not jealous of the rich and their three or four or five mansions. That’s way too many roofs to worry about. I figure if you’re lucky, you have one nice home and when you go on vacation, you rent a room. That’s what hotels are for.
As for being jealous of their intellect, it is to snicker. Many of them owe their success to being born rich. When a truly original idea crosses their path, they recoil from it like a vampire before a cross. Many of the others are accomplished chiefly in their ability to fleece the public, bribe politicians, and plead for mercy when the bills come due. What’s to be jealous of?
As for class war, well, it’s a dirty job but someone’s got to do it. The rich of this country have been waging class war against the unrich for the past 25 years without meaningful opposition, having sold the American public on the fantasy that we’re all going to be rich someday. It’s time we fought back.
(This just in: You’re not going to be rich any time soon. Get used to it.)
Another argument against encouraging people to make mountains of money while the multitudes make do with thimblefuls (and this is one that should appeal to the religious do-gooders among you) is that it is bad for their souls. Great wealth is a temptation to criminality.
Most people are honest. Neither you nor I would think of going into a department store and shoplift. If the clerk gives us too much change, we give it back.
But suppose you walked into a store in which there were bags of $100 bills on the shelves. And there were no clerks, no security guards. And everyone else seemed to be taking bags off the shelves and walking out with them. How honest would you be then? Wouldn’t you convince yourself that you deserved a bag of cash or two, that no one would miss it and that if you didn’t take it someone else would? More than likely.
Well, that’s pretty much the position of our corporate executives, poor things. We’ve given them a license to steal and they have used it, rationalizing all the while that they deserve the loot. In reality, they know they don’t. Some few of have given up their bonuses in response to the abysmal performance of their companies but for the most part, they’ve taken their bonuses, their golden parachutes, their golden handshakes and run like bandits.
Because they can. There are no security guards at the door. Ronald Reagan’s welfare queen was a Salvation Army worker compared to this bunch.
To the barricades!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Cindy McCain was new to Washington and not yet 30 when she arrived at a luncheon for Congressional spouses to discover a problem with her name tag.
It read “Carol McCain.” That was the well-liked wife John McCain had left to marry Cindy, to the disapproval of many in Washington.
Fearing that the slight was intentional, she slinked to a half-empty table that never filled. “No one wanted to sit at her table,“ said Barbara Ross, a friend who was not surprised when Mrs. McCain announced a few months later that she was moving back to Arizona. “It was like high school.”
Cindy McCain, the wife of the Republican presidential nominee, has spent the last year pursuing a return to Washington: “a harsh town” that does not suit her, she has said.
Nor does campaigning, friends say. She has done relatively few solo events, grants interviews reluctantly— she declined to speak for this article — and in introducing her husband at events, she offers few of the heartwarming anecdotes that are the stock in trade of the political spouse. When she finishes, she stands silently behind him, sometimes with an approving smile, sometimes looking strained.
From the start, Mrs. McCain’s marriage has been defined by her husband’s ambitions, and despite her sometimes punishing ride in political life, she does whatever she must to help fulfill them. As his poll numbers have slid recently, her devotion has seemed only to grow. When the McCain campaign recently stepped up attacks on Senator Barack Obama, Mrs. McCain joined in with startling intensity. The day after the second presidential debate, which did not turn around Mr. McCain’s standing in the polls, she interrupted a Fox News interview he was doing to testify to his virtues. At this late date, Mrs. McCain is starting to headline her own rallies, starting in Pennsylvania on Saturday.
“She would walk on broken glass barefoot if it required her to do so in this campaign,” said Matt Salmon, a former Arizona congressman who knows the couple.
Mrs. McCain, 54, describes herself as her husband’s best friend, though for the last two decades they have mostly lived apart, she in Arizona, he in Washington. She initially seemed like an ideal political partner, giving Mr. McCain a home state, money and contacts that jump-started his career. But as the years passed, she also became a liability at times. She played a role in the Keating Five savings-and-loan scandal, and just as her husband was rehabilitating his reputation, she was caught stealing drugs from her nonprofit organization to feed her addiction to painkillers. She has a fortune that sets the McCains apart from most other Americans, a problem in a presidential race that hinges on economic anxieties. She can be imprecise: she has repeatedly called herself an only child, for instance, even though she has two half-siblings, and has provided varying details about a 1994 mercy mission to Rwanda.
Those close to Mrs. McCain say she aspires to be like another blonde, glamorous figure married to an older man: Diana, the Princess of Wales. Mrs. McCain sought out the same mine-clearing organization that the princess supported, joining its board and traveling to minefields, just as her role model had. Mrs. McCain recently told British reporters that as first lady, she would take her cues from Diana, throwing herself into international philanthropy.
First, though, the McCains must win.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Friday, January 09, 2009
it MIGHT even affect YOU, or someone you'd like to love. read here, but grab a tissue or two, just to be safe.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Monday, January 05, 2009
what do you think? i'm thinking jumpsuits, stocking caps, and baseball caps. give me your thoughts in the comments section.