Let’s get today started off right with a correspondence from Sarah;
“I am sure you have felt the same way when accomplishing something you were working hard on, but did you ever grab your junk and kiss your big brother?
This is a video of my nephew-and if you knew me, you would see the resemblance. I basically had the same exact reaction when I cleared Tamarancho serpentine “Rock” and Wagon Wheel on my steel hardtail.
I have to say, that of the 230 views this video has had so far, I probably count for fifty of them.
I can’t say specifically why this clip touches me as it does, but I suspect it has something to do with the display of such a naturally induced LSDesque response, that can only happen when you’re a kid.
Not to over analyze this, but watching this reminds me that I need to let my freak flag fly a little more regularly. Hell, we all do. If that first sip of coffee in the morning makes you feel like doing a James Brown high kick cause you did such a good job making it, then do a James Brown high kick.
If crimping that final cable on your newly built alloy/composite/whatever beauty makes you want to do an M.C. Hammer dance, I urge you to do so.
And certainly if upon your completion of a Lego masterpiece you want to grab your junk, kiss your brother and shake what your mama gave you, then so be it.
I think it is all of our duty to fully celebrate even the small things.
Now to switch gears to a topic considerably more somber.
It is a crappy bit of news indeed, but Rick Kulwicki passed on from this mortal coil on Tuesday.
Ricky was a pivotal figure in Colorado’s underground music scene, and was partially responsible for cutting my punk rock teeth in the early 80s. I didn’t know him personally, but would very much like to extend my sincere thanks for unknowingly filling the role in my life that he did.
At the risk of seeming callous, and because I really would rather celebrate Ricky’s life than morn his death, I’m going to go ahead and get back to the good times, so in tribute to him, I have a newly found clip of arguably his most well known project, and certainly one of my favorites, The Fluid;
If Rick had been born twenty years earlier, he would have been Wayne Kramer.
Moving on… The following is a clip I found somewhere after somebody posted it, after it was sent to them by somebody else, and so on.
That’s why Al Gore invented the internet.
Hold the phone. No sooner did I say that did Jennifer send me the following;
I suppose that too is why Al Gore invented the internet.
Ryan got in touch with an item unrelated to any of the aforementioned, but that’s why you’re here, right?
Here’s a photo from my weekend fun. My roommates a lazy ass.
Thought he may have forgotten how to ride the damn thing……
In response I told Ryan about a guy I used to live with many years ago in Denver, which is near Boulder, where cyclocross in extraordinarily important.
Anyway, he had a Klein Rascal, which at the time was one of the baddest mountain bikes you could get, (red to black fade, internal cable routing, oversized aluminum tubing? You know what I’m talking about) yet strangely, he flatly refused to ride the thing. No matter how many opportunities he had to come out with us, there was always something else he had to do. Eventually we took to doing small techs to it, like turning the seat post around, or readjusting the brake levers. More often than not though, we would just hang or laundry on it to dry. This consistently infuriated him, but we figured, since he wasn’t ever touching it, we might as well take the opportunity to make the fun.
It never occurred to us to install training wheels, however.
That might have sent him over the edge.
Now let’s talk about commerce, shall we? Of course you are aware of the collaboration with Earth Wind and Rider that I’ve been kicking around here;
While I have a month left in the order window, there truly is no time like the present, so why put off until tomorrow what you cn take care of today and get your order in?
Secondly, Hurl has come up with a dashing new set of duds that he has available for pre-order now;
Looking handsome has never been so easy.
Thirdly, as I have mentioned in the past, some if not most of the ideas that I have seen to fruition within the confines of the AHTBM market have been born of late night inspiration atop a bar stool. Generally I wait until the following day to pull the trigger just to make sure that I think the idea holds water.
My newest t-shirt had no such allowances;
Though this item wouldn’t be recommended to wear to a meeting with your parole officer, to a custody hearing, or in the company of your A.A. sponsor, I can almost guarantee that it will absolve you of your responsibility at jury duty, and you can’t really put a price on that.
At the very least, you could clap wildly, grab your crotch and do the wiggle worm after kissing a stranger on the cheek.
If that didn’t get you out of jury duty, nothing would, and wouldn’t that unto itself be a reason to celebrate?