Run for the tissue box. I’m bringing this old chestnut out again.
I’m sure you all remember last winter’s posting of the profoundly touching film ‘Last Minutes With Oden’.
Nothing in my life makes me cry with such consistency.
I was honored to be included in an email from the film’s director, Eliot Rausch the other night that delivered some very good news;
“If I haven’t told you already, I wanted to thank you sincerely for your friendship and support over the years. This weekend was was a huge shock to us and one that will forever be remembered.
The festivals community director’s announcement.
Thank You so much.”
Like everyone who saw that film, I was incredibly moved, and I am so very proud of Eliot for his accomplishments.
So, uh,…Anyway.. Eliot.. You got $25,000 I could borrow?
Speaking of cash, loans, being broke, and the exchange of goods, Let me remind you all that I have just three of the AHTBM/Pushbike roll top messenger bags left on hand and need to pay them off;
(The only difference between yours and mine is the liner in yours is not ‘aqua marine’, but rather ‘virgin blood red’.)
Why don’t you do yourself a favor and order one up?
From a self proclaimed bag whore, next to my old, and beat-to-shit Trek backpack, my Pushbike bag is among my favorites.
As I mentioned last week in a barrage of event notifications, a fella that goes by the name of Stu down yonder in ‘Nawlins has got a humdinger of a throw down occurring in less than two weeks time;
We are fo-sho-in-da-ho-down (or as we say in Nawlins, “In dem guts brah”) on our way to the 2-week stretch to this year’s Race of the Dead. In anticipation for this year’s festivities, ROTD fans are offering a Disembowelment contest and Sacrificing of Virgins challenge. (ROTD Disclaimer: No virgins under 45 allowed, we like ours near Menopause – shaved heads & plus size, even better).
We, the ROTD organizers, have held a planning meeting with night creatures of the Spillway (both alive and dead) and have came to the understanding, there is not near as much Dead atmosphere needed for the race. So, we have taken upon ourselves to add something extra (lagniappe) to rectify a more pleasant wretched & pungent atmosphere. My newly bred ‘death tunnel’ will make it’s appearance this year along with trail infestation of the ‘garbage ghosts’. Certainly fun for the entire family;
The latest race rules are simply 1) single-speed bike, 2) a helmet, 3) lights (unless you can see in the dark like me), and 4) no headphones allowed (we’ll supply the sounds driven to your madness). 100% of all race proceeds donated to our fellow SSing comrade who suffered quadriplegic paralysis in a skiing accident in ’09.
Photo by Donna S.
If your readers can’t make the trek to Nola for the race, we are selling ROTD t-shirts to the cause. Drop an email to email@example.com for more details.
Single-Speed or Death,
If I were a betting man, I would guess that the glut of upcoming events are due to the fast approaching grip of old man winter’s boney fingers. Much like Stu, Brian, Hunt and Chris from Culture Cycles have their own brand of no-goodery cooking;
Just writing to let you know we’re throwing a big alleycat race here in Burlington, VT on October 30th. There’s going to be an afterparty with our friends (a local and world traveled hardcore band) Unrestrained at a local bar with tons of prizes. We’ve got a lot of good sponsors on board and there’s some hype brewing. If you know anyone in the area or want to help spread the word I’m attaching a flier with artwork by our friend Noah Hoose;
Any help promoting would be greatly appreciated, we’re daily readers of your blog and big fans. If we have any shirts left over maybe we’ll get to send one your way.
Here’s the Facebook event link.
And a link to our blog with all the info.
Brian, Hunt and Chris
So if you live in Vermont, between your Ben and Jerry’s factory tour and hacky sack competitions, do yourself a favor and make time for their event.
How would you like a dose of art that doesn’t suck? The answer to that query obviously is “quite a lot, thank you.”
Well, then might I recommend you open up your eye holes and get a load of Travis Millard.
He makes the kind of work that makes me want to make work.
And it’s with that, that I have to announce the fact I will be out until Wednesday 27th. Hold the fort down and keep the home fires burning. The next time we meet, I’m gonna be like, a husband and stuff.
I’ll say it for you.. She’s a lucky girl.
Finally in closing, I offer this video;
Via Dirt Magazine.
I’ve never been much for downhill racing, but any event involving football helmets, pink shorts and toilet paper wrapped shins, I’m all about.
Then again, wrapping toilet paper around your shins in preparation for any athletic endevor isn’t necessarily such a bad idea.
Everyone needs to cry. It’s just that sometimes they are tears of schadenfreude.