Recently I came across the following photo of a selection of tapes sitting on the floor belonging to one Pentabike Dave, and I noticed this little guy what has an arrow pointing to him;
This character’s name was Mitch, and when we were in high school he was regularly scrawled on notebooks, and hands, and walls, and on people’s cars with abandon. I’m not entirely sure who came up with him or why, but I was always happy to see his bored face with what I presumed was a lump of chew in his mouth offering me an equally bored greeting.
Likewise, I’m happy to share Mitch with the readership of this here bicycle douchebag weblog’s (same diff) audience today.
If Mitch had hands, we would be holding one another’s as we get into the meat of today’s effort.
Kicking things off, Billy emailed me with a request to post some stuff about a bicycle shirt.
Exciting times indeed;
“You headed to the fancy folks bike show? If so I will see you in NC, although I bet you are gonna spend the weekend in your union suit on the couch though.
Got a little piece I was hoping you could give a little air time. Chrome sponsors a ton of races, and the Coveted Jersey Program is pretty important to the company.
Well, time to go get wild in the south.”
I simply replied with “I’m already here“, coupled with the following image;
…. To which he responded “well hot damn. See you soon.”
I first thought about including this photo of Little Rock, Arkansas in my response, but I thought that would be a little too obvious;
Evidently it would not have been.
Anyway, suffice to say I’m nowhere near Moscow, St. Louis, or Charlotte. For this year’s fiftieth annual or whatever handmade bicycle show I will instead be riding my bicycle, as opposed to looking at them. And talking about them. And taking pictures of them.
It’s not that I don’t care about the show and all of the wizbangery that will assuredly be on display, it’s just that I don’t care about the show and all of the wizbangery that will assuredly be on display.
In that regard, it’s like Burningman I guess. That is to say I kinda care, but not enough to invest any effort beyond lifting a finger to get there, and once I was I’d immediately want to not be there anymore.
Except for next year, when as I predicted previously, the show lands in BOISE, IDAHO;
In 2015, I will be there with both bells, and balls on.
Speaking of balls, Dayton sent me a form email containing art that doesn’t suck;
Witty comment, witty comment…
What I would give to see this guy’s process;
-Banal platitude, dirty joke, etc.
While I tend to not go for the fantasy stuff, I appreciate Simon Stålenhag’s juxtaposition of the future, the present and the past. Secondly, and most especially however, I do loves me a good landscape.
About fifteen or eighteen years ago I got into doing them, and when engaging in that process, I began looking at a lot of them, and because of these facts I can tell you with authority that they are real goddamned hard.
And through this experience, I certainly gained a newfound and unflinching respect for Bob Ross;
Say what you will about him- He was a total wingnut, made sofa art, had a sweet perm, or whatever, but he was an absolute master of his medium.
Just like Mr. Bart Wellens, who recently did appearings in a video I found on the internet and so, which taught me very good points for the cyclocrossings;
It all is the extra important information for me to be learning of.
Finally in closing, from Jeff of Maximo Supremo residents All City Bikecycles Company Incorporated I got the following video submission of the getdown they threw a couple of weeks ago in conjunction with the QBP Frostbike open house;
At which they debuted their new limited edition Macho King;
Image via Bike Rumor.
Get on it while you can, if you can.
I narrowly missed out on seeing this bike in the flesh, as well as the rest of their new line, as it was just the Thursday before all of this went down that I was offered a plane ticket to Minneapolis.
I looked at the temperatures there, and then I looked at the temperatures here, and then I kindly thanked my benefactor for their offer but graciously declined.
I did so because I’m fairly lazy, but more importantly, because that’s probably what Mitch would do.
We got some new buildings…
Remember Stevil, there are no mistakes in art; only happy little accidents.
All Hail Bob Ross.
Two things you did not know about Bob Ross:
1) Ross retired from the Air Force after 20 years of service with the rank of Master Sergeant, which required him to be “mean” and “tough,” “the guy who makes you scrub the latrine, the guy who makes you make your bed, the guy who screams at you for being late to work.” Ross decided that if he ever moved on from the military, “it wasn’t going to be that way any more,” vowing “never to scream again.”
2) Ross had to find a way to cut back on spending, so he decided to have his hair permed, just so he could save money on haircuts. The perm hairstyle was not comfortable for Ross, but ultimately became an iconic feature of the painter.
Cold in the Midwest? Are you kidding me? Rode to work in shorts today. Balmy fricken 35deg Murican. Water becomes liquid at that kinda warmth. God I miss the bay area.
Looking at the wintery scenes in that that Swedish guy’s paintings, it looks a lot like Central Minnesota.
My ex-gf could always be made angry by people (me) arguing that Missouri was in the South. Apparently residents of the state believe they are Midwesterners.
On another note, I missed a Jesus Lizard book-signing party last night in Austin. Very angry.
Southerners certainly don’t consider Missouri The South. They don’t even consider Arkansas The South, then again NC always kinda seemed like Southern New England to me. How’s it going to Rise Again™ if nobody can even agree on what it is?
Just in case you haven’t seen this. Although I’m pretty sure you have. Bob Ross Remix http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=YLO7tCdBVrA