ive now been freebooting for two weeks now (read: not working for money) and am still quite pleased about it,
nonetheless, ill start looking for new work today.
i spent a week in chicago.
yup.
dad was driving down for a business trip and said 'hey, since youre not doing anything...' so off i goes. to chicago.
theres nothing like a change of scenery to make you reflect on what kind of person you are when youre stripped of everything familiar, it gives you assurance that you can still start again anywhere, it makes you miss your ex girlfriend, then freak out at a punk rock show. nearly get jumped on the way back to the hotel, and finally pack it up and go back home.
i got the greatest spam today, it mustve been a misfire... 'cause the sender and subject fields were gibberish, and the body was:
Content-Type: text/plain;
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit
build
clearly the gods of technology have spoken to me, i am meant to build something Great. but until i receive further clarification, i will assume that the gods are refering to my bicycles.
i spent the afternoon yesterday trying to separate a crank arm from a bottom bracket axle. stripping out threads, bending chain rings, using gallons of penetrant. until i finally learned the truth. some son of a bitch WELDED the parts together.
what kind of ignorant savage WELDS replaceable parts together, its like stitching your underwear to your pants! at the very very least, he could have done it from the front, where a neurotic mechanic could see what was going on.
surely, if there are gods of technology, then there must also be devils.
in other news...
this is the sound of me trying to do a cartwheel:
"Clunk, splat.... <huff>.. Clunk, splat....<huff>.. Clunk, splat....<huff>.. Clunk, splat...."
the Clunk is my head hitting the floor, the Splat is the sound of the rest of my awkwardly shaped body hitting the floor like a pot of spaghetti, the <huff> is the sound i make while ignoring the grimaces of onlookers, the sensei's tired sigh and the cold menacing stare the the floor is giving me.
forward flips or death.
nonetheless, ill start looking for new work today.
i spent a week in chicago.
yup.
dad was driving down for a business trip and said 'hey, since youre not doing anything...' so off i goes. to chicago.
theres nothing like a change of scenery to make you reflect on what kind of person you are when youre stripped of everything familiar, it gives you assurance that you can still start again anywhere, it makes you miss your ex girlfriend, then freak out at a punk rock show. nearly get jumped on the way back to the hotel, and finally pack it up and go back home.
i got the greatest spam today, it mustve been a misfire... 'cause the sender and subject fields were gibberish, and the body was:
Content-Type: text/plain;
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit
build
clearly the gods of technology have spoken to me, i am meant to build something Great. but until i receive further clarification, i will assume that the gods are refering to my bicycles.
i spent the afternoon yesterday trying to separate a crank arm from a bottom bracket axle. stripping out threads, bending chain rings, using gallons of penetrant. until i finally learned the truth. some son of a bitch WELDED the parts together.
what kind of ignorant savage WELDS replaceable parts together, its like stitching your underwear to your pants! at the very very least, he could have done it from the front, where a neurotic mechanic could see what was going on.
surely, if there are gods of technology, then there must also be devils.
in other news...
this is the sound of me trying to do a cartwheel:
"Clunk, splat.... <huff>.. Clunk, splat....<huff>.. Clunk, splat....<huff>.. Clunk, splat...."
the Clunk is my head hitting the floor, the Splat is the sound of the rest of my awkwardly shaped body hitting the floor like a pot of spaghetti, the <huff> is the sound i make while ignoring the grimaces of onlookers, the sensei's tired sigh and the cold menacing stare the the floor is giving me.
forward flips or death.