I rode past a garbage heap the other day, some girl had left a bunch of stuff behind when she moved house. Off the top I pulled half a bottle of Dr. Bronner's and CD book. The book had a bunch of burns and pretty clean copies of Refused's The Shape of Punk to Come and the first Neutral Milk Hotel album. The Dr. Bronner's I'm saving for the floor and such. Damned contagion heuristic.

My laptop is still down, which is causing me no amount of massive and really sad consternation. And I have so many photos floating about that I could share with the world, including the best shot of espressio I've ever had. There is something to be said for the all-manual Arduino. I don't have pictures of the second greatest bike I've ever seen, a sight so great that the owner came out to see what I was doing, or of the weird teenager who I found photographing MY bike. Or the girl who came through one day and told me I was "the sweetest, most adorable" thing she'd seen in a while. Which was very flattering, I guess, inasmuch as I like being called "adorable." Or how I really want a new man-purse. Or I could wait until I had something to say that wasn't bragging or whining.

So, I'm broke, have a broken car, am poorly shaven, haven't showered in about four days and am wearing clothing I literally picked up off the floor of my room when The Cutest Girl I Have Ever Met flirts with me. And she's a barista. What a stupid world.

FIX PUSH

Butler University is a bicycle graveyard. The Trusties all think it'll be really cool to go to college and bike around and then they lock it in front of their dorm and drive everywhere for four years. When my roommates and I went dumpstering this move-out week, we found this Huffy over by the apartments. According to a girl who lived near the rack--
"it's been there for at least two years. One night we heard some drunk guy waling on it, he had it in for that bike. . . nobody's ever owned up to it being theirs. . ."

Signs that cyclists are populating a house:










#1-- Random wheels/parts serving as interior decor.





#2 -- Goop serving as hand soap in the kitchen (not my ash tray!).

#3-- The floor pump is readily available, and cost more than $20.

Okay, I'm just showing off, but I had to show SOMEBODY that I spend a month's fun money on an air pump.

I've been having problems with what seems to be Ulnar Nerve Compression in my left hand. Which makes me wonder if I'd be better off with a flat bar (and therefore a more upright posture). Which gave me another reason to think that Pake is awesome:




Too bad they don't ship until September.