Because of the laundry list of various social media outlets I have a loose grip upon, occasionally I will do some posting of this, or some posting of that on FacbookTwitterTumblr, etc., but then also buff it out for a final presentation here.
It’s not because there’s not a myriad of things from which to choose, but simply because the items I bring back around for a final turn here are, in my opinion, just too rich to leave be in those aforementioned spots.
Case in point is the following photo shot by Eddie Clark at this past whenever’s Cyclocrossing Nationals race in BoulderColorado WhereTheyTakeCyclocross AndAlsoApparently PatagoniaJacketsVerySeriously;
If you were to fall out of an airplane, by the looks of things, Boulder would be the cushiest place you could hope to land.
Secondly, and speaking of matching jackets, you might remember that positively cringeworthy Wilderness Collective video that made the rounds a couple years ago. Thanks to Todd, I came across this positively amazing site that tends to fairly efficiently skewer the Wilderness Collective’s bearded counterparts.
Like for example, in this post;
“The most relevant outsider art associated with vintage choppers that we can think of is the denim vest. Over time it collects a man’s sweat, his filth, his blood, and eventually his soul.”
If I’m going to pay the low, low price of three hundred dollars, for a vest I expect for it to not collect my soul, but rather, for it to come with an additional one.
Certainly I appreciate American made products, and while I can’t disparage a group of people making a living, just like the Wilderness Collective, my gripe lies with its presentation.
Then again, if ever given the opportunity to sell orange cover-alls for three large, I’d salute my prison suited compatriots with both middle fingers while soaking in the roof top Jacuzzi on the limo that I was pulling away from them in.
And lastly, in closing of the fodder which has served as the wind beneath my wings as of late, from the generally NSFW, yet golden hearted dirtbags of The Whore Church, an image for reflection;
In news of simultaneously crying and barfing into your own hands, over the weekend word came down that Rebecca and Jon’s garage was forcefully entered, and Rebecca’s very custom Moots one speed was ripped off;
Literally everything on this bike is extremely unique, and she’s coughing up a $2000.00 reward for anyone who can get it back to her.
Folks nation wide, please keep an eye peeled for Rebecca’s girl.
Believe me when I say she’s absolutely heartbroken, though having a broken heart should be the least of the offender’s worries should he be caught.
In happier news, it was at some point over the weekend when I was approached by a young man who was on the street doing fund raising for a grassroots project called Hip Hop For Change. In his rapid fire introduction he made note of current trends in hip hop that focuses on wealth, misogyny, and other varying vapid fascinations, and the ill effects that his group sees it having on kids. He then went on to tell me about their efforts in promoting not only artists who preach the word of social change and community, but even community gardens.
I let him know straight away that as a young white kid in the mountains of Colorado, Public Enemy made a huge impression on me and I too felt as if commercially promoted rap groups were by and large complete garbage.
Which for the attentive among us, I just did.
They are working hard to make the world a better place through art and music, which is a thing I can whole-heartedly get behind. If Hip Hop For Change’s work is a thing you feel as though you could get behind, make a donation, and keep them on your radar.
So, I have a question… Are there more than like, 30 working bicycle messengers (the ones that do court filings, and so on. Not the ones who deliver pints of ice-cream) left in America?
If there is, then the news that the 2014 NACCCs registration is now open should be of interest;
Like my dispatcher used to frequently say, “get hot, fat slug.”
Real quick-like, I’d like reiterate I will soon be in Oregon doing Oregon-ie stuff.
This means Friday’s post might or might not be here.
This depends on A) how involved my packing process gets, and B) if I decided to leave my house between now and then.
This also means that Monday’s post will assuredly not be here.
Or it might be.
So there goes my tenuous grip I had on any semblance of an audience. It was fun while it lasted.
But before you flitter off into the distance, let me take the opportunity to remind folks that the FCC is just a few days away from making the decision regarding that Net Neutrality unpleasantness;
Please, for the love of all that is good and right, go to the FCC site, and offer a few thoughts on the matter;
Just simply let them know that you feel as if the Internet is one of the greatest communication tools mankind has ever known, and as such should be continue to be equally accessible for everyone.
See? easy peasy.