Friday, April 13, 2007

cleaning out the "in" basket

jan's heading for depression:
don't park your bike in a public rack!
read this...
Jan Ullrich Feels He Can No Longer Trust Anyone
With His Bags Of Blood
BERLIN—Sources close to Tour de France-winning cyclist Jan Ullrich
said Monday that the retired champion is beginning to feel
that plastic bags of his blood may not be safe in the hands of anyone
but himself after Spanish authorities found several of Ullrich's blood bags
in the office of an infamous Spanish doping doctor.
"Even long after I retire,
sacks of my blood are still turning up in the strangest places,"
Ullrich, the only German to ever win the Tour,
reportedly said to business associates.
"You think your blood bags are safe with someone,
and the next thing you know, aha! There it is in some Madrid refrigerator.
Do I trust myself to people too easily, do you think?"
Authorities in possession of the blood would not speculate on its origin,
but photos posted on the Velo News website seem to show the inscription
"To Lance And Sheryl, Best Wishes,
Jan XOXO"
on the seal of one bag.
.
* * * * *
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and finally, this...
i just got home, after a day between here at the orphanage,
and ames, and elkhart, and ames, and it's 100 am,
i'm going through the emails that
my secretary [remember her?] hasn't deleted,
and--i shit you not--there is an email from an old buddy from law school.
i haven't seen him in nearly 20 years.
turns out he's an entertainment lawyer on the east coast,
and somehow or other, his firm has a connection with westwood one,
the branch of cbs who syndicated imus, and who fired him this afternoon.
seems they're looking for someone to take over part of his time slot-
-just an hour a day, low-key approach,
but completely different than the crap
imus and crew were putting out.
he remembered me from law school;
actually, he remembered the themed costume parties i put on
every six weeks for nearly three years, and did a google search for me.
found the daily sermonette.
short story long, i'm flying to new york in a couple weeks.
they're looking at putting the daily sermonette on the air,
just a few dozen stations to begin with,
take some calls, play some music
[a live band on fridays doing acoustic stuff from the front porch],
and talk about whatever the stream of consciousness produces.
he recalled fondly my contributions to various classes,
including family/abortion law, constitutional law, and such.
whad'ya think about that?
i told him i might be able to do lou's wedding,
and he was intrigued by the idea of reports from the devil
and other bike racing news.
cbs is looking for "a fresh, new perspective."
. . . . .
i think i'm ready for bed;
gotta take the recycling out bright and early tomorrow.
* * * * *
we'll miss ya, kurt.
and so it goes.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

REQUIESCAT IN PACE


a prayer that the deceased may rest peacefully,
not in torment, while awaiting judgment day,
which is coming thursday, april 19.
our thoughts are with you, little squealers.
sincerely,
team robinson

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

hablamos guerra

if junior high spanish hasn't changed, it reads:
"it will be a great day when our schools get all the money they need
and the air force has to hold a bake sale to buy a bomber."
get the veto pen ready, dubya,
and practice spelling your name.
i suspect you and harry reid and nancy pelosi
will be getting lots of face time over the next few weeks.
but don't worry, dubya: you have these folks helping:
"liberate your tastebuds"

"I purchased my Stealth Fudge over three months ago
and it hasn't arrived yet and I was wonder-
oh never mind here it is."–J. Fogelnest, Minneapolis, MN




ask the mostly reverend!!

i received this email today from a cyclist
who asks for the mostly reverend's permission
to refer to a recent bike ride as "epic."
much has been written lately about "this epic ride"
and "that epic ride" and so on and so forth,
literally ad nauseum.
i recently opined that in order to be "epic"
a ride must be at least 100 miles long,
and incorporate several other complicating factors.
. . . . .
let's read his letter:
. . .
The ride last night went something like this.
I'm riding over to Garvis [not the real name of the shop]
to meet Kurt [not his real name].
I see Steve R. [not his real name] Heading
to Bike World [yup, that's the real name].
I told him I didn't think anyone was going to be there
and he could ride with me to meet Kurt.
We pick up Kurt and head over to WWP [made-up name]
to meet Chad [not his real name].
Steve starts crying about his hands being cold
[hint: he rides for piggie's team].
We hook up with Chad and head down the western trail.
We get to the golf course and Steve bails.
To our suprise the trail is torn up for a drain pipe.
So we ride through the golf course.
We see lots of scary, dangerous deer [true] running in the woods beside us.
The turn around in Matensdale and head back.
The weather is starting to get to us.
We are all wet and cold but not wanting to complain.
Chad cranks it up in to Cumming just to warm up.
As we are riding through the golf course
the ride takes a turn for the epic.
Chad has a back spasm.
He can't get on his bike and is having trouble just breathing.
After 5 min or so Chad gets on his bike and starts to ride.
We get to the airport and Chad is in a lot of pain
and decides to call Dorthy [not her real name].
(Looking back on this we should have called you)
[the FIRST glimmer of wisdom in this sad tale--the rev]
Dorthy though is a real trooper and
loads Price [poor child--not his real parents]up
and drives out to get Chad at WWP.
Kurt and I wait with Chad in the shelter until Dorthy arrives.
I'm now shivering uncontrollably.
The wait was only about 15 min but it felt like I was freezing forever.
We leave the park and start up the dark trail with no lights.
I can't ride a straight line because I'm shaking.
Then as I slow down for the railroad bridge,
the front wheel starts to slide out.
I pull my foot off the pedal and start a second slide.
Luckily Kurt was back and heard me yell "slow down its slick!"
We get back to my house at 8:30.
I then drove Kurt back to his truck at the shop.
We both have be colder but not as wet and cold.
I woke up feeling like I rode a hundred miles or a really hard crit.
My points for calling this epic:
A rider turned back early because of the weather.
We rode someplace where bikes are not allowed.
An injury that caused a rider to have to abandon the ride.
Weather that made it hard to steer the bike straight.
Extremities that went numb.
Waking up the next day and feeling it.
Wishing Kim West was there.
Dave [not his real name]
. . .
the mostly reverend says:
thank you for thinking of mr. west.
calling him WOULD have been the best thing to do.
[we'd have photos for this post!]
but you KNOW how i feel about this:
it's like grade inflation in the 70s and80s
[where EVERYBODY was getting As and Bs].
well, the buck stops here, "dave."
as was best re-stated by "keith" and "luggs,"
this ride is "memorable" to be certain.
but because it was less than 100 miles,
it will NEVER be epic.
sorry, but that's how it is, and will ever remain,
here at the daily sermonette.
thanks for asking, and better luck next time.
besides, i TOLD you not to ride last night!
. . .
[hell, even donny wouldn't call it epic...
or did "chad" get laid?]

idiots with microphones

today's current events quiz:
which idiot with a microphone said this:
"i'm not a bad person...i just made a mistake."

a-- opie and anthony [shown here waving at bicyclists] ?

b--don imus [shown here dodging responsibility] ?

c--"rush" limbaugh [shown here with his favorite pick-me-up] ?


d--bill o'reilly [shown here catching a whiff of his own] ?

e--howard stern [shown here thinking his dna matched dannielynn's] ?

unfortunately, my little blogger host won't allow me to post more photos of these vile creatures. it will, however, allow me to post this wonderful article, which is from slate.com, and contains a summary of just SOME of the abhorrent things that have come from the mouth of don imus, and creature i have despised since i first became aware of him some years ago. i have never watched an entire show of his; the same can be said of howard stern, opie and whomever, nor any of the other of this ilk, whether shown above or not.

from slate.com... [thanks, by the way]

The Wit and Wisdom of Don Imus

A guide for Washington's power crowd.

By Timothy NoahPosted Tuesday, April 10, 2007, at 6:59 PM ET


Don Imus' long-standing acceptance by the political establishment is a contemporary illustration of 1940s socialite Perle Mesta's famous advice about how to draw Washington's power set to a soiree: "Hang a lamb chop in the window." Politicians like John McCain and Barack Obama, and famous TV journalists like Tim Russert and Cokie Roberts, are no more standoffish than their predecessors; the only difference is that the lamb chop has been replaced by a microphone. For some years now, the broadcast industry has conducted, via talk radio and reality TV, a series of experiments to gauge precisely how much personal humiliation the species Homo sapiens will consent to endure. The most surprising finding is that even people with constant access to the media will make themselves available to interviewer-comedians like Sacha "Ali G." Baron Cohen or Stephen Colbert*—performers whose sole aim is to get laughs at these celebrities' expense. If there's an outer boundary to what a famous journalist or politician will put up with, science has yet to find it.
In the direct-humiliation department, Imus falls well short of Colbert or Ali G. Imus in the Morning is a variation on the experiment, wherein the belittling is indirect. Here, the research question is how long respectable journalists and politicians will associate themselves with a radio host who spews continual invective based on race, ethnicity, and religion. Without exception, every political and journalistic celebrity who appears on Imus' show is diminished. Yet they keep coming back. Is it because they don't know what Imus says when they aren't around? That's what they tend to claim. "I don't listen to the show," McCain told journalist Philip Nobile in June 2000. In an April 9 appearance, Tom Oliphant told Imus, "Solidarity forever," but later covered his ass by saying, "I don't know beans about hip-hop culture or trash-talking or, what do you call those things where you run on forever? Riffs." One person who can't claim ignorance about Imus is Evan Thomas, who on April 9 told the New York Times' David Carr that it would be "posturing" for him to refuse to go on Imus' show after Imus got dinged for calling the Rutgers women's basketball team "nappy-headed hos." Thomas puffed Imus in a 1999 Newsweek cover profile ("The Ringmaster"). "With his quick takes and sense of the absurd," he wrote, "Imus is the perfect voice for an age that prizes irony over solemnity." The Newsweek piece made only glancing reference to Imus' penchant for uttering racial and ethnic slurs on the air, overlooking, for instance, the shock jock's admission the previous year on CBS News' 60 Minutes that he'd once told a colleague he hired producer Bernard McGuirk to tell "nigger" jokes. ("That was an off-the-record conversation," Imus protested to Mike Wallace.)
In the unlikely event that McCain, Oliphant, and others don't know who they're dealing with, let's review some of Imus' remarks (if you prefer, riffs) from the past. This stuff isn't hard to find. Many thanks to the Web sites Media Matters for America, Fairness & Accuracy in Reporting, and TomPaine.com (where Nobile tracked Imus' show) for the quotes that appear below.

On blacks:
"William Cohen, the Mandingo deal." (Former Defense Secretary Cohen's wife is African-American.)
"Wasn't in a woodpile, was he?" (Responding to news that former black militant H. Rap Brown, subsequently known as Abdullah Al-Amin, was found hiding in a shed in Alabama after exchanging gunfire with police. Imus is here alluding to the expression "nigger in the woodpile.")
"Knuckle-dragging moron." (Description of basketball player Patrick Ewing.)
"We all have 12-inch penises." (After being asked what he has in common with Nat Turner, Malcolm X, Minister Louis Farrakhan, Latrell Sprewell from the New York Knicks, and Al Sharpton.)
"Chest-thumping pimps." (Description of the New York Knicks.)
"A cleaning lady." (Reference to journalist Gwen Ifill, possibly out of pique that she wouldn't appear on his show. "I certainly don't know any black journalists who will," she wrote in the April 10 New York Times. The Chicago Tribune's Clarence Page used to appear, but after he made Imus pledge not to make offensive comments in the future, he was never asked back.)


On Jews:
"I remember when I first had [the Blind Boys of Alabama] on a few years ago, how the Jewish management at whatever, whoever we work for, CBS, or whatever it is, were bitching at me about it. […] I tried to put it in terms that these money-grubbing bastards could understand."
"Boner-nosed … beanie-wearing Jewboy." (Description of Howard Kurtz of the Washington Post, a frequent guest.)


On women:
"That buck-tooth witch Satan, Hillary Clinton." […] "I never admitted it when I went down there and got in all that big jam, insulting Bill Clinton and his fat ugly wife, Satan. Did I? Did I ever say I was sorry for that?"


On Native Americans:
"The guy from F-Troop, Sen. Ben Nighthorse Campbell." (This is a reference to the zany Indian characters on the 1960s TV sitcom F-Troop. They had names like "Roaring Chicken," "Crazy Cat," and "Chief Wild Eagle.")


On Japanese:
"Old Kabuki's in a coma and the market's going up. […] How old is the boy? The battery's running down on that boy." (Reference to Japanese Prime Minister Keizo Obuchi, who died the following week.)


On gays:
"I didn't know that Allan Bloom was coming in from the back end." (The homosexuality of the author of The Closing of the American Mind became widely known when Saul Bellow published Ravelstein, a novel whose protagonist was based on Bloom, who by then was deceased.)
"The enormously attractive [NBC political correspondent] Chip Reid, I can say without being accused of being some limp-wristed 'mo."


On the handicapped:
"Janet Reno's having a press conference. Ms. Reno, of course, has Parkinson's disease, has a noticeable tremor. […] I don't know how she gets that lipstick on (laughter) looking like a rodeo clown."
Every one of these statements came directly out of Imus' mouth on his program. That's striking because Imus usually leaves it to other show regulars (especially McGuirk, the aforementioned point man on "nigger" jokes) to say the most offensive stuff, with Imus feeding them straight lines. It's safer that way.

i don't need to subject myself to this crap to know it has no place on television or radio, whether cable or not. my little granddaughter is bi-racial. to my knowledge, she has not yet been subjected to the type of sick, depraved comments spewed by imus in the mistaken notion that it is funny. but i can only hope that if it does, and if i am within earshot at that time, that i can muster a small portion of the grace, eloquence, and dignity demonstrated by the subjects of that sick bastard imus vitriol. the state of iowa, and the university of iowa, was so lucky to have had c. vivian stringer on its payroll. the rutgers university community is so fortunate to have her, and the entire women's basketball program, speaking on their behalf.

the REAL champions of the 2006-2007 ncaa women's basketball season have been crowned.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

ted stevens, brought to you by google, and youtube

a public service for all my readers and fans of politics

ted's a regular guy

he knows a truck when he sees one.

but some things give him serious concern.

by the way, the items in this post were all found on google, by entering "ted stevens" and then selecting only the first two items.

the internets is so easy this way!!

the link below gives a good background to poor ted's dilemma:

it also contains necessary links to youtube clips, AND the wonderful daily show report.
and now you know the REST of the story. paul harvey, good day.

Monday, April 09, 2007

things have been getting busy at the orphanage


. . . so i've hired someone to handle my calls.
try not to call very early in the morning,
while we're still in prayers.


bernie williams fan? rock star fantasies?

bernie williams, future yankees hall of famer,
played guitar on stage with the allman brothers band
saturday night at the beacon theatre, trading licks with derek trucks and warren haynes,
during a very cool rendition of "who's been talking."
click here for part two.
his playing with the band was no fluke.
the band has a tradition of assembling
the most amazing and surprising guest lists
during their legendary spring runs, and this year proved no exception.
but bernie williams is not typical of the star gone rocker.
he had a music scholarship, and planned on such a career
before getting picked up to play baseball.
he has a new album coming out on jazz label grp,
and you can learn more here.
he's good.

you'll have to speak up; america is saying something




golly.
look what you find when you google "impeachment."
pete, THEN she'll be "madame president."
but first things first;
there ARE rules to play by.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

for the birds?

while listening to the tour of flanders, with david duffield and the legendary sean kelly [eurosport.com], i was checking emails and following links from allman brothers posts and what-have-you, and while reading a brief article about dave mason's appearance with the brothers thursday night [i met dave last year; he has been my hero since way back when he and steve winwood and others were in traffic--he split and did some very tasty albums under the traffic name, and others], i saw a little tease headline about paula zahn.
i have followed her since, i don't know, curious about the tailspin that many hard news people take, and wondering where she would/will finally bottom out. her career seems destined for a sort of "entertainment tonight" dead end, sadly. lately, on cnn, she has begun to champion racial topics, and her prime time "news" program has almost exclusively covered such topics. and let me state here that i think it's great that cnn is covering such topics, and i think it's fine that they have paula zahn being the champion of such a cause.
but it has left me curious, that's all.
so i clicked on the headline about paula's marriage.
and i learned this:
April 4, 2007 -- JUST three weeks after Page Six ran a blind item about their crumbling marriage, Paula Zahn and her husband, real-estate magnate Richard Cohen, have filed for divorce. The blind item asked, "Which TV news anchorwoman is about to get separated from her husband? He suspects she's been having an affair . . . " An insider confirmed that not only does Zahn have a boyfriend, he's also married with children. Radaronline claims the man is ContiGroup CEO Paul Fribourg, who did not return our calls. "It's going to get very messy," our spy said. Howard Rubenstein, who reps both Zahn and Cohen - who have three kids together - declined to comment on any extramarital affairs, "because of the children," but did confirm the divorce. An insider added, "Things really started going downhill for Paula and Richard during the Pale Male and Lola incident." In 2004, Cohen, then president of the co-op board of the couple's swanky building at 927 Fifth Ave., signed off on removing the nest of two lovebird hawks perched on the ornamental exterior stonework. The eviction set off a global outcry, including a protest by Mary Tyler Moore, who lived there at the time.
* * * * *
did you catch the cause of the marital woes?
her husband's involvement in "the Pale Male and Lola incident."
? ? ? ? ?
now, regular readers--and even some of my friends--
are aware of my "status."
no, not that status [still straight: sorry, pete and lou],
but my standing as a single, long-divorced male.
every now and then,
i toy with the idea of seeking not so much a mate as
an occasional playmate,
but then i read about paula zahn and her love of hawks,
and i am reminded of the ethereal nature of love,
and am further reminded of how, generally,

Friday, April 06, 2007

know your republican candidates for president

today's guest: mike huckabee
. . . . .

i first became aware of governor huckabee during the vilsack administration; seems the formerly tubby governor mike was a pal with tommy v, and a frequent visitor to iowa. he sought tom's counsel when it came to losing weight, and running marathons, and i developed an admiration for a public servant who--like vilsack--who knew that the only way to lose weight and keep it off involved sweat and hard work. i figured any politician who could do that had at least SOMETHING good going on.

and it turns out that huckabee is really an okay guy. i don't agree with him on a lot of crucial, core issues, but i have a good deal of respect for the man, and i know that any position he takes he does as a result of careful, thought-out rational thought.

the article which follows is an example of this. read it, and you will better know mike huckabee. he doesn't stand a chance.


Huckabee says GOP not above character issues
Clinton may be owed apology if party candidates not held to same standard

LITTLE ROCK, Ark. - Former President Bill Clinton could be owed an apology by some Republicans if they don't take character issues in candidates' personal lives seriously in the upcoming presidential election, former Gov. Mike Huckabee says.
Without naming names, the GOP presidential hopeful complained that some in his party —particularly Christian evangelicals — "talk as if, in this election cycle, Republican candidates aren't going to be held to a standard of personal accountability and responsibility for their personal lives."
"If that's true, there are going to be a lot of Republicans who will owe Bill Clinton a great big public apology," Huckabee said. "We can't have a set of rules that we apply to Democrats that we don't apply to ourselves.
"If we apply a different set of rules, then we have exposed one of the greatest levels of hypocrisy in the last generation of politics." Huckabee said.
GOP needs to look at personal lives of candidates Huckabee, a Southern Baptist minister who left office in January, shares the hometown of Hope with the former president, who also served as Arkansas' governor. Huckabee supports "covenant marriages" in which divorces are more difficult to obtain.
GOP rivals Rudy Giuliani and Sen. John McCain have each been divorced. Huckabee and Clinton have not. Clinton's wife, New York Sen. Hillary Clinton, is seeking the Democratic presidential nomination.
Huckabee was asked during a conference call with reporters what role character would play in the presidential race. In addition to not talking about GOP candidates specifically, he did not mention Clinton's inappropriate relationship with White House intern Monica Lewinsky.
The House impeached Clinton but the Senate acquitted him.
Huckabee said Republicans not paying attention to the personal lives of their own candidates "would be troubling because that inconsistency would show it really wasn't about principles. It was about personality, character assassination and politics."
Huckabee, who formed a presidential exploratory committee in January, said this summer he was re-releasing his first book, which focused on character, as a paperback with some new material. Before he formed his exploratory committee in late January, Huckabee published a book focusing on various policy issues.
Huckabee denied that the book showed he was not taking his presidential campaign seriously, and said there was little work he did in updating the book.
"I'm taking the presidential campaign very seriously, as evidenced by the wear and tear on my body over the last few months," said Huckabee, an avid runner who had competed in four marathons.

an easter gift


love might be blind, but sometimes it's
brutally honest, too.
easter egg hunt:
i realize there's lots of stuff out there
in the hundreds of miles of tubes that comprise the internets,
and i know there's some pretty clever fellas and gals with wild senses of humor
doing goofy things with those tubes.
here's a wonderful and surprising example.
take this site: www.arizonaairparks.com
it seems sufficiently benign, right?
just a place trying to sell stuff to private pilots.
look around. see any signs that might relate to photos or images?
neither did i.
but up in your browser address line, whatever it's called,
add this after the .com: /images
then, manually type in: /Bush
then, manually type in: /bush.mpg
i love stuff like this.
and no wrappers to hassle with.

know your republican candidates for president

today's guest: mitt romney

for more details, read here, and explore prior posts,
at least before giving any more money to his campaign coffers.
but to satisfy you blood lust, and for proof positive of his early love
for big game hunting, check here.
for the pre-campaign mitt, read here. it's lengthy.
for a "fair and balanced view, read here.
or here [it's even MORE fairer and balanceder].
or straight from the horse's mouth.
[i tried to get really recent fox news stories with mitt, but they seem to be lacking.
hmmmm....]


it's okay--i stole it.

that makes it even better, right?
go team robinson.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Fixed Gear Gallery: My First Bike; My First Fixie

dear dennis,
love the site, by the way.
my grandpa and i study bikes every thursday
when he comes to spend the day with me.
he tells me stories about his old fixed gear bikes at nap time.
i'm just two, but i already have a fixie of my own.
it's a trash pile beauty queen,
named after some old world track champ, grandpa says,
"barbie."

it's pretty much stock: removed the front fender,

and modified the pedals with pine and nascar duct tape.

here i am, working on my track stand. not there yet.


and here i am, ready to put barbie away, and go cruisin' with grandpa.
thanks for putting my bike on your site with the others. it makes me feel good about wanting to be a cyclist--

JERK!

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

april 4, 1968

as i type this, a siren is sounding in my neighborhood;
it is sadly appropriate for this post, and for this day.

most of my readers, i suspect, are too young to have been alive during the magical, turbulent days and years that this great man walked the earth. i am lucky enough to have been here, and aware of the efforts and movements spearheaded by martin luther king, jfk, bobby kennedy, and others. it was a time of great upheaval, unbridled passions, and ugly confrontations.

it was a time of great potential and great resistance. it was the time during which i developed my sense of compassion and justice. my respect for civil disobedience, and my love for the fine art of alternative resolution and resistance.

many people saw martin luther king as the leader of a great movement, a mesmorizing orator, whether they feared him or loved him. sadly, not enough saw him as a loving father.

this is the last speech given by dr. king, delivered in support of striking sanitation workers at Mason Temple in Memphis, TN on April 3, 1968 -- the day before he was assassinated.

i urge each and every one of you to read this in its entirety.

"Thank you very kindly, my friends. As I listened to Ralph Abernathy in his eloquent and generous introduction and then thought about myself, I wondered who he was talking about. It's always good to have your closest friend and associate say something good about you. And Ralph is the best friend that I have in the world.

I'm delighted to see each of you here tonight in spite of a storm warning. You reveal that you are determined to go on anyhow.

Something is happening in Memphis, something is happening in our world.As you know, if I were standing at the beginning of time, with the possibility of general and panoramic view of the whole human history up to now, and the Almighty said to me, "Martin Luther King, which age would you like to live in?" -- I would take my mental flight by Egypt through, or rather across the Red Sea, through the wilderness on toward the promised land. And in spite of its magnificence, I wouldn't stop there. I would move on by Greece, and take my mind to Mount Olympus. And I would see Plato, Aristotle, Socrates, Euripides and Aristophanes assembled around the Parthenon as they discussed the great and eternal issues of reality.

But I wouldn't stop there. I would go on, even to the great heyday of the Roman Empire. And I would see developments around there, through various emperors and leaders. But I wouldn't stop there. I would even come up to the day of the Renaissance, and get a quick picture of all that the Renaissance did for the cultural and esthetic life of man. But I wouldn't stop there. I would even go by the way that the man for whom I'm named had his habitat. And I would watch Martin Luther as he tacked his ninety-five theses on the door at the church in Wittenberg.

But I wouldn't stop there. I would come on up even to 1863, and watch a vacillating president by the name of Abraham Lincoln finally come to the conclusion that he had to sign the Emancipation Proclamation. But I wouldn't stop there. I would even come up to the early thirties, and see a man grappling with the problems of the bankruptcy of his nation. And come with an eloquent cry that we have nothing to fear but fear itself.But I wouldn't stop there. Strangely enough, I would turn to the Almighty, and say, "If you allow me to live just a few years in the second half of the twentieth century, I will be happy."

Now that's a strange statement to make, because the world is all messed up. The nation is sick. Trouble is in the land. Confusion all around. That's a strange statement. But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough, can you see the stars. And I see God working in this period of the twentieth century in a away that men, in some strange way, are responding -- something is happening in our world. The masses of people are rising up. And wherever they are assembled today, whether they are in Johannesburg, South Africa; Nairobi, Kenya; Accra, Ghana; New York City; Atlanta, Georgia; Jackson, Mississippi; or Memphis, Tennessee -- the cry is always the same -- "We want to be free."

And another reason that I'm happy to live in this period is that we have been forced to a point where we're going to have to grapple with the problems that men have been trying to grapple with through history, but the demand didn't force them to do it. Survival demands that we grapple with them. Men, for years now, have been talking about war and peace. But now, no longer can they just talk about it. It is no longer a choice between violence and nonviolence in this world; it's nonviolence or nonexistence.That is where we are today. And also in the human rights revolution, if something isn't done, and in a hurry, to bring the colored peoples of the world out of their long years of poverty, their long years of hurt and neglect, the whole world is doomed.

Now, I'm just happy that God has allowed me to live in this period, to see what is unfolding. And I'm happy that He's allowed me to be in Memphis.I can remember, I can remember when Negroes were just going around as Ralph has said, so often, scratching where they didn't itch, and laughing when they were not tickled.

But that day is all over. We mean business now, and we are determined to gain our rightful place in God's world.And that's all this whole thing is about. We aren't engaged in any negative protest and in any negative arguments with anybody. We are saying that we are determined to be men. We are determined to be people. We are saying that we are God's children. And that we don't have to live like we are forced to live.

Now, what does all of this mean in this great period of history? It means that we've got to stay together. We've got to stay together and maintain unity. You know, whenever Pharaoh wanted to prolong the period of slavery in Egypt, he had a favorite, favorite formula for doing it. What was that? He kept the salves fighting among themselves. But whenever the slaves get together, something happens in Pharaoh's court, and he cannot hold the slaves in slavery. When the slaves get together, that's the beginning of getting out of slavery. Now let us maintain unity.

Secondly, let us keep the issues where they are. The issue is injustice. The issue is the refusal of Memphis to be fair and honest in its dealings with its public servants, who happen to be sanitation workers. Now, we've got to keep attention on that. That's always the problem with a little violence. You know what happened the other day, and the press dealt only with the window-breaking. I read the articles. They very seldom got around to mentioning the fact that one thousand, three hundred sanitation workers were on strike, and that Memphis is not being fair to them, and that Mayor Loeb is in dire need of a doctor. They didn't get around to that.

Now we're going to march again, and we've got to march again, in order to put the issue where it is supposed to be. And force everybody to see that there are thirteen hundred of God's children here suffering, sometimes going hungry, going through dark and dreary nights wondering how this thing is going to come out. That's the issue. And we've got to say to the nation: we know it's coming out. For when people get caught up with that which is right and they are willing to sacrifice for it, there is no stopping point short of victory.

We aren't going to let any mace stop us. We are masters in our nonviolent movement in disarming police forces; they don't know what to do, I've seen them so often. I remember in Birmingham, Alabama, when we were in that majestic struggle there we would move out of the 16th Street Baptist Church day after day; by the hundreds we would move out. And Bull Connor would tell them to send the dogs forth and they did come; but we just went before the dogs singing, "Ain't gonna let nobody turn me round." Bull Connor next would say, "Turn the fire hoses on." And as I said to you the other night, Bull Connor didn't know history. He knew a kind of physics that somehow didn't relate to the transphysics that we knew about. And that was the fact that there was a certain kind of fire that no water could put out. And we went before the fire hoses; we had known water.

If we were Baptist or some other denomination, we had been immersed. If we were Methodist, and some others, we had been sprinkled, but we knew water.That couldn't stop us. And we just went on before the dogs and we would look at them; and we'd go on before the water hoses and we would look at it, and we'd just go on singing "Over my head I see freedom in the air." And then we would be thrown in the paddy wagons, and sometimes we were stacked in there like sardines in a can. And they would throw us in, and old Bull would say, "Take them off," and they did; and we would just go in the paddy wagon singing, "We Shall Overcome." And every now and then we'd get in the jail, and we'd see the jailers looking through the windows being moved by our prayers, and being moved by our words and our songs. And there was a power there which Bull Connor couldn't adjust to; and so we ended up transforming Bull into a steer, and we won our struggle in Birmingham.

Now we've got to go on to Memphis just like that. I call upon you to be with us Monday. Now about injunctions: We have an injunction and we're going into court tomorrow morning to fight this illegal, unconstitutional injunction. All we say to America is, "Be true to what you said on paper." If I lived in China or even Russia, or any totalitarian country, maybe I could understand the denial of certain basic First Amendment privileges, because they hadn't committed themselves to that over there.

But somewhere I read of the freedom of assembly. Somewhere I read of the freedom of speech. Somewhere I read of the freedom of the press. Somewhere I read that the greatness of America is the right to protest for right. And so just as I say, we aren't going to let any injunction turn us around. We are going on.We need all of you. And you know what's beautiful tome, is to see all of these ministers of the Gospel. It's a marvelous picture. Who is it that is supposed to articulate the longings and aspirations of the people more than the preacher? Somehow the preacher must be an Amos, and say, "Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream." Somehow, the preacher must say with Jesus, "The spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to deal with the problems of the poor."

And I want to commend the preachers, under the leadership of these noble men: James Lawson, one who has been in this struggle for many years; he's been to jail for struggling; but he's still going on, fighting for the rights of his people. Rev. Ralph Jackson, Billy Kiles; I could just go right on down the list, but time will not permit. But I want to thank them all. And I want you to thank them, because so often, preachers aren't concerned about anything but themselves. And I'm always happy to see a relevant ministry.

It's all right to talk about "long white robes over yonder," in all of its symbolism. But ultimately people want some suits and dresses and shoes to wear down here. It's all right to talk about "streets flowing with milk and honey," but God has commanded us to be concerned about the slums down here, and his children who can't eat three square meals a day. It's all right to talk about the new Jerusalem, but one day, God's preachers must talk about the New York, the new Atlanta, the new Philadelphia, the new Los Angeles, the new Memphis, Tennessee. This is what we have to do.

Now the other thing we'll have to do is this: Always anchor our external direct action with the power of economic withdrawal. Now, we are poor people, individually, we are poor when you compare us with white society in America. We are poor. Never stop and forget that collectively, that means all of us together, collectively we are richer than all the nations in the world, with the exception of nine. Did you ever think about that? After you leave the United States, Soviet Russia, Great Britain, West Germany, France, and I could name the others, the Negro collectively is richer than most nations of the world. We have an annual income of more than thirty billion dollars a year, which is more than all of the exports of the United States, and more than the national budget of Canada. Did you know that? That's power right there, if we know how to pool it.

We don't have to argue with anybody. We don't have to curse and go around acting bad with our words. We don't need any bricks and bottles, we don't need any Molotov cocktails, we just need to go around to these stores, and to these massive industries in our country, and say, "God sent us by here, to say to you that you're not treating his children right. And we've come by here to ask you to make the first item on your agenda fair treatment, where God's children are concerned.

Now, if you are not prepared to do that, we do have an agenda that we must follow. And our agenda calls for withdrawing economic support from you."And so, as a result of this, we are asking you tonight, to go out and tell your neighbors not to buy Coca-Cola in Memphis. Go by and tell them not to buy Sealtest milk. Tell them not to buy--what is the other bread?--Wonder Bread. And what is the other bread company, Jesse? Tell them not to buy Hart's bread. As Jesse Jackson has said, up to now, only the garbage men have been feeling pain; now we must kind of redistribute the pain. We are choosing these companies because they haven't been fair in their hiring policies; and we are choosing them because they can begin the process of saying, they are going to support the needs and the rights of these men who are on strike. And then they can move on downtown and tell Mayor Loeb to do what is right.

But not only that, we've got to strengthen black institutions. I call upon you to take your money out of the banks downtown and deposit your money in Tri-State Bank--we want a "bank-in" movement in Memphis. So go by the savings and loan association. I'm not asking you something we don't do ourselves at SCLC. Judge Hooks and others will tell you that we have an account here in the savings and loan association from the Southern Christian Leadership Conference. We're just telling you to follow what we're doing. Put your money there. You have six or seven black insurance companies in Memphis. Take out your insurance there. We want to have an "insurance-in."

Now these are some practical things we can do. We begin the process of building a greater economic base. And at the same time, we are putting pressure where it really hurts. I ask you to follow through here.

Now, let me say as I move to my conclusion that we've got to give ourselves to this struggle until the end. Nothing would be more tragic than to stop at this point, in Memphis. We've got to see it through. And when we have our march, you need to be there. Be concerned about your brother. You may not be on strike. But either we go up together, or we go down together.Let us develop a kind of dangerous unselfishness. One day a man came to Jesus; and he wanted to raise some questions about some vital matters in life. At points, he wanted to trick Jesus, and show him that he knew a little more than Jesus knew, and through this, throw him off base.

Now that question could have easily ended up in a philosophical and theological debate. But Jesus immediately pulled that question from mid-air, and placed it on a dangerous curve between Jerusalem and Jericho. And he talked about a certain man, who fell among thieves. You remember that a Levite and a priest passed by on the other side. They didn't stop to help him. And finally a man of another race came by. He got down from his beast, decided not to be compassionate by proxy. But with him, administering first aid, and helped the man in need. Jesus ended up saying, this was the good man, this was the great man, because he had the capacity to project the "I" into the "thou," and to be concerned about his brother.

Now you know, we use our imagination a great deal to try to determine why the priest and the Levite didn't stop. At times we say they were busy going to church meetings--an ecclesiastical gathering--and they had to get on down to Jerusalem so they wouldn't be late for their meeting. At other times we would speculate that there was a religious law that "One who was engaged in religious ceremonials was not to touch a human body twenty-four hours before the ceremony." And every now and then we begin to wonder whether maybe they were not going down to Jerusalem, or down to Jericho, rather to organize a "Jericho Road Improvement Association." That's a possibility. Maybe they felt that it was better to deal with the problem from the causal root, rather than to get bogged down with an individual effort.

But I'm going to tell you what my imagination tells me. It's possible that these men were afraid. You see, the Jericho road is a dangerous road. I remember when Mrs. King and I were first in Jerusalem. We rented a car and drove from Jerusalem down to Jericho. And as soon as we got on that road, I said to my wife, "I can see why Jesus used this as a setting for his parable." It's a winding, meandering road. It's really conducive for ambushing. You start out in Jerusalem, which is about 1200 miles, or rather 1200 feet above sea level. And by the time you get down to Jericho, fifteen or twenty minutes later, you're about 2200 feet below sea level.

That's a dangerous road. In the days of Jesus it came to be known as the "Bloody Pass." And you know, it's possible that the priest and the Levite looked over that man on the ground and wondered if the robbers were still around. Or it's possible that they felt that the man on the ground was merely faking. And he was acting like he had been robbed and hurt, in order to seize them over there, lure them there for quick and easy seizure. And so the first question that the Levite asked was, "If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?" But then the Good Samaritan came by. And he reversed the question: "If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?"

That's the question before you tonight. Not, "If I stop to help the sanitation workers, what will happen to all of the hours that I usually spend in my office every day and every week as a pastor?" The question is not, "If I stop to help this man in need, what will happen to me?" "If I do not stop to help the sanitation workers, what will happen to them?" That's the question.

Let us rise up tonight with a greater readiness. Let us stand with a greater determination. And let us move on in these powerful days, these days of challenge to make America what it ought to be. We have an opportunity to make America a better nation. And I want to thank God, once more, for allowing me to be here with you.

You know, several years ago, I was in New York City autographing the first book that I had written. And while sitting there autographing books, a demented black woman came up. The only question I heard from her was, "Are you Martin Luther King?"

And I was looking down writing, and I said yes. And the next minute I felt something beating on my chest. Before I knew it I had been stabbed by this demented woman. I was rushed to Harlem Hospital. It was a dark Saturday afternoon. And that blade had gone through, and the X-rays revealed that the tip of the blade was on the edge of my aorta, the main artery. And once that's punctured, you drown in your own blood--that's the end of you.

It came out in the New York Times the next morning, that if I had sneezed, I would have died. Well, about four days later, they allowed me, after the operation, after my chest had been opened, and the blade had been taken out, to move around in the wheel chair in the hospital. They allowed me to read some of the mail that came in, and from all over the states, and the world, kind letters came in. I read a few, but one of them I will never forget. I had received one from the President and the Vice-President. I've forgotten what those telegrams said. I'd received a visit and a letter from the Governor of New York, but I've forgotten what the letter said.

But there was another letter that came from a little girl, a young girl who was a student at the White Plains High School. And I looked at that letter, and I'll never forget it. It said simply, "Dear Dr. King: I am a ninth-grade student at the White Plains High School." She said, "While it should not matter, I would like to mention that I am a white girl. I read in the paper of your misfortune, and of your suffering. And I read that if you had sneezed, you would have died. And I'm simply writing you to say that I'm so happy that you didn't sneeze."

And I want to say tonight, I want to say that I am happy that I didn't sneeze. Because if I had sneezed, I wouldn't have been around here in 1960, when students all over the South started sitting-in at lunch counters. And I knew that as they were sitting in, they were really standing up for the best in the American dream. And taking the whole nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the Founding Fathers in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution.

If I had sneezed, I wouldn't have been around in 1962, when Negroes in Albany, Georgia, decided to straighten their backs up. And whenever men and women straighten their backs up, they are going somewhere, because a man can't ride your back unless it is bent. If I had sneezed, I wouldn't have been here in 1963, when the black people of Birmingham, Alabama, aroused the conscience of this nation, and brought into being the Civil Rights Bill. If I had sneezed, I wouldn't have had a chance later that year, in August, to try to tell America about a dream that I had had. If I had sneezed, I wouldn't have been down in Selma, Alabama, been in Memphis to see the community rally around those brothers and sisters who are suffering. I'm so happy that I didn't sneeze.

And they were telling me, now it doesn't matter now. It really doesn't matter what happens now. I left Atlanta this morning, and as we got started on the plane, there were six of us, the pilot said over the public address system, "We are sorry for the delay, but we have Dr. Martin Luther King on the plane. And to be sure that all of the bags were checked, and to be sure that nothing would be wrong with the plane, we had to check out everything carefully. And we've had the plane protected and guarded all night."

And then I got to Memphis. And some began to say the threats, or talk about the threats that were out. What would happen to me from some of our sick white brothers?

Well, I don't know what will happen now. We've got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn't matter with me now. Because I've been to the mountaintop. And I don't mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land. And I'm happy, tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord."

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

corporate loyalty

who have demonstrated a long-term love and dedication
to the sport of cycling at all levels,
nike has announced that it, too,
is joining the ranks of those who love life without lance.
read all about it!
Bob Applegate, Nike’s Communications Director for Oregon, said,
“As of December 31, 2007,
we have decided to not renew our relationship with Trek.
The decision was mutual and we are looking at other options.”
When asked Applegate if the end of the Trek relationship
meant the end of consumer offerings,
he said that fact was “still not certain”
and that the future of Nike’s consumer cycling line
was “under review.” He added that Nike will continue
to be involved in developing and producing
gear for elite-level, Nike-sponsored cyclists.
Applegate said
Nike Cycling product will be available through 2008.
* * * * *
the reverend says "stock up on 10//2 crap now, or wait until after ragbrai,
and get them REALLY cheap!"

doing really good things

[yup, i have 'em, and i love 'em--thanks!]
are familiar with ira ryan, my little buddy in portland, oregon.
if you are not familiar with him, or his bikes,
then you really need to take the time to follow
some of the links in this post.
to bring you up to speed:
ira, noteworthy to iowa cyclists as the ONLY winner
of trans-iowa, is a fledgling frame and bike builder
in portland, who learned his licks from sasha white,
but i'm guessing he learned about social responsibility
and the need to give and help others when he was growing up
in the iowa city area, and later,
when he was living at the orphanage.
he moved to portland, wanting to become a bike messenger,
which he did.
next, he wanted to become a full-time bike builder,
which he is.
and now, ira wants to help raise money to aid coffee growers in rwanda,
to help buy 400 specially-built bicycles to allow growers
to haul up to 200 kilograms of beans at a time.
here's where you can learn more about this amazing project.
here's where you can view some incredible photos
that show why these bikes are needed.
and if you have read this far, and if you are so inclined,
then you can find the place on the BTR site where
you can help out.
but at least read about it.

FLASH!!!

in other news, the sun will set tonight [740 pm],
and it is anticipated that it will, in fact, rise again, tomorrow [653 am].

Monday, April 02, 2007

early-season races are for introductions


they present a swell opportunity for meeting new teammates, and becoming familiar with new equipment. this weekend's all9yards altoona races were no exception.

here are but two such examples:
pete: "pete's rear wheel? meet jared [or ben]."
pete: "jared [or ben]? meet pete's rear wheel."
both: crash!!
pete's rear wheel: "pleased to meet you."

steve, fortunately, has thus far been grandfathered in,
without the traditional right of crashage.
but, steve, you've been warned!

the national past-time

the baseball season starts sometime this week . . .
or month . . . or whatever.
i don't care anymore. and this saddens me.
i grew up following and loving baseball.
mickey and roger, sandy, ernie, pee wee, dizzy,
stan the man, whitey, yogi . . .
even curt flood.
but after the free agency fiasco, baseball lost its lustre.
it changed.
one of my fondest memories was getting busted in junior high school, with a transistor radio and earphone, listening to an afternoon cubbies game in class, and having my radio confiscated by the teacher,
and put into a darkened closet.
where i was free to listen--undisturbed--to the rest of the game
until school got out, on my hidden spare radio.
i learned a lot about baseball in that closet,
free to unleash my imagination, to focus all my senses
on the words of pee wee reese and dizzy dean,
and the images they evoked.
[here's one great example: "Diz (Dizzy Dean), you've watched this pitcher out there for four innings, and he's doing a great job. What would you say he's been throwing out there?" Dean replied, "Well Pee Wee, I have been watching him for four innings and I believe that's a baseball he's throwin."]
but the greed of owners
and the consequential spiraling salaries of players,
and the ever-expanding number of teams,
has allowed me to no longer care about the, what,
162-game season, is it now?
the strike and lock-out a few years ago put the sport on life support to me.
but now, with the lion's share of games on either espn,
or pay-per-view, or big $$$ packages,
the only game in town for ME is the i-cubs at sec taylor,
preferably with a 1205 opening toss.
THIS is how to play ball.
.
@ # $ % & * + ?
on a strictly personal note,
nothing casts a pall on the advent of the cycling season
like the possible return on chronic lower back pain.
i am doing everything i can to prevent THAT from undoing all
the delightfully hard work i've put in the past several months.
hope to see you at the finish line SOON!
cast an aspersion for me.