Creative genius has many shades.
Before we get into anything, I’d like to roll out this promo video that Tobie from Half Acre Cycling helped me track down.
I’ve thought about that thing (as well as its following year’s complement) for years, and was unable to make my brain remember all that I needed to to figure out who was responsible.
It’s as good now as it was twelve years ago. Indeed they were simpler times.
As we get underway with today’s effort, I’d like to first note that Shimano has just announced the release of 105 Di2;
Tell us about it, Brandon;
In my opinion, the consistently cool thing about the evolution of the various generations of Shimano’s groups is that this year’s 105 is as rad as last year’s Ultegra, last year’s Ultegra is as rad as the previous year’s Dura Ace, and so on.
Having covered that bit of goodness, here’s a fun slice of confusion to start your week.
Back around the middle of October, I sent a deck and hat to a customer, and it never arrived. It turns said customer had given me the wrong zip code so I promptly sent a second package and just asked in the event that the first one arrived, it simply get sent back to me.
Ultimately, the first package was returned and I asked if I could be compensated for the shipping charges, which I didn’t think was terribly unreasonable, and in response, not only did I receive the merchandise back, but the following totally normal letter which I would like enjoy together now;
On one hand, I don’t want to disparage anyone for whatever mental grief they might clearly be going through, but on the other, this is hilarious, and as I told him in the final reply email, my favorite bit was the part about growing old with cats. If I could be so lucky.
In hindsight, it is about what I’d expect from a guy whose Twitter bio reads ‘big D energy’, and is super into shirtless selfies.
Anyway, if anyone’s interested, I have an XL OG kit and gold print WSRW shirt that smell like patchouli which will otherwise soon be headed to the trash.
In other news of high art, I present to you this;
Wild stuff to be sure, and as little as I care for the art industry at large, I’m super glad this whole project has been salvaged.
In news wholly related to one of the artists involved in the Luna Luna project, my old pal Yuri Ono was recently traveling in New York City, and hipped me to King Pleasure Basquiat show;
I’ve always been pretty fond of his work, I’ll tell you what.
‘Matter of fact, I met a fella in LA many years ago who told me the story about Jean-Michel coming to spend a couple of weeks with him, during which time he drew and painted on nearly every conceivable surface in his home. The wild thing was after his visit, Basquiat headed back home to New York where the following week he ultimately died of a heroin overdose. Dude was left literally sitting on top of a gold mine, and after collectors caught wind, I don’t think ever worked a day again.
Moving on, last Tuesday I mentioned that it was the first annual Pineapple Bob Day, and as I encouraged folks to do, I also did my part;
Never before has celebrating someone’s existence hurt so spectacularly.
Finally, before I go, I’d like to post a few photos I shot off on Sunday at Seattle’s season closer;
I’ll be damned if they don’t know how to cyclocross, and I thank my compatriots for showing me such a good time.
Oh, and I guess because it’s an important thing, I’ll close out by mentioning the very newest episode of Revolting is available for consumption right now;
Our genius is nearly palpable.
Geez… that letter is great. Someone definitely needs to chill out.
That was a very entertaining letter from what comes off as rather disturbed if not deranged individual. “AHTBM…where growing old with cats is always the right answer.”
As someone who had a package lost in the mail containing one of those ron burgundy merino wool jerseys, a Lion of Flanders with a boner earflap cap and possibly a story about a machine zine, I could not have been more pleased with your expedited service in getting out another package.
I too was curious why I hadn’t heard from you after you said you had an extra merino jersey in stock. Next I knew I had replacement AHTMB package at my door and a post or 2 of you in a hospital bed. It was that resent package was the one that left you with a seizure in the Post Office.
Some would call this exemplary customer service and thanks again.
My only wish is that those earflap caps would make a comeback.
After I have read the letter, I got exhausted about the ignorance. Instead of writing a long rant that wastes everyone’s time, I think these two conclusions summarize my thoughts about this beautiful human being: 1.) That guy is an original Jizz-Goblin (Nod to Revolting). 2.) Patchouli is the worst.
Inflamed D-bag but the old with cats really was pretty good, anyway…… …I was super duper to finally meet you in person at Woodland. Heidi Mae and I were truly speechless after years of saying how fun it would be to hang around and talk with ya! Keep it up…whatever it is…you do good things Sir! I know you have a metric shitton of peeps in Seattle but know you have a couple more a little south in Tacompton. Be good to you Mr Sevil!! Tippy Cup
I am fat and can’t afford shit. I’ll take the stinky shit off your hands.
Hit me with an addy.
I came across the King Pleasure exhibit by chance week before last after going to the Lynsey Addario ( free!!) exhibit just a couple doors down, which was incredible… Addario’s personal effects (passports, Nikons, press passes) humanized it.