This day has had really bad points then relatively good points then a horrible point.
Bikes were stolen, which I noticed right before I went to work.
I got hit by a car on the bike ride home from work. Plowed over by a taxi while I was crossing on a crosswalk - totally had the right of way and the asshole clearly didn't look before powering into the intersection. I am slightly shaken and my knees and wrists hurt.
Tallboy is still stolen, but McD rescued The Indifference Engine from random kids who stole it. Please keep a lookout for Tallboy.
I got tattoo equipment, then realized the packages were still missing really important things.
I bought a cheap bike off of Craigslist for our neighbor and helped her put new parts on her old small road bike. She is happy, even though the bike is still in need of work.
My friend is in a lot of pain and all I want is for her to be not hurt by people and to be happy. I hope she will be okay someday.
Today I walked down our back stairs into the backyard and discovered that two of our bikes had been stolen. The bikes are TALLBOY, for which I am the present caretaker, and THE INDIFFERENCE ENGINE, Rob's tall tandem chopper.
PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU KNOW WHERE THESE BIKES ARE AND IF YOU KNOW WHO TOOK THEM. They were stolen from our house right near Spaulding/Armitage. They may still be in that area. If someone abandons them, IT IS TRASH DAY near there, and there are roaming scrappers and resale scrap shops in the area. IF YOU SEE THEM and can help us, please lock them up somewhere on a main street with whatever you have - or lock them in a backyard or house. I can meet you right after work around 6 to bring them home.
So last night Iris, Karen and I were biking to Strangers With Candy (sorry KT I will still go with you).
20 feet from the house, I switch hands on my handlebars after swerving a little and grab hard with my right hand. Unfortunately, grabbing that wide means you grab your brake lever and clamp it down. Unfortunately, that means you go SAILING over your handlebars, onto your teeth and face and knees.
I have never heard a noise like that before - teeth hitting asphalt muffled by my lips, hearing the noise inside my head. I was immediately worried that I knocked a tooth out, since I have always been self-conscious of my teeth and I even just got them cleaned two days ago. All the adrenaline made everything feel like nothing, except for the big hole in my lip from my tooth. I made sure my tooth was just slightly wiggly and tasted more of my own blood than I care for. Iris assured me that she's hit her teeth before and slightly wiggly is okay. We went inside and I bloodied up a dish towel and then we were on our way anyway.
The movie was good but sort of drawn out. I got to look like an asshole in front of a lot of cute people. Having road rash on your face does not make one super confident.
Oh yeah. AND DID I MENTION THAT I WAS IN FULL PIRATE COSTUME THE ENTIRE TIME?
Iris and I had planned on going on a special just us pirate ride to the beach, but it was too hot and we had fun inside until the movie. But we had dressed up just to go to the movie because why the hell not? We realized Pirates of the Caribbean 2 wasn't even playing, so it was even funnier.
But yeah. I can't eat on the right side of my mouth. I would love so much to get Ethiopian food right now that I can barely explain it. If anyone has a car and is willing to go with me, I would give them pretty much anything.
I don't think I'll be able to make it to much this weekend if I have to bike - my knees are pretty much 100% bruise right now.
If you are one of those people who keeps saying "we do not hang out anymore what the hell" to me, I have decided this is the way to go about changing this.
I do not know everyone's schedule and so it is difficult to ask multiple people are you free hey hey all the time.
If you want to hang out with me, post a day here that you have not yet booked and would like to reserve for the rocking of the out. Seriously - "AUGUST 10!!!" is really fine. I am busy tomorrow, Friday until 3, and [work]weekdays until 4:30. Also I think August 11th and 12th are out. Maybe the 15th. But that's still a lot of days free.
The 12th is:
Mauled By Tigers Fest!! THE BANANAS DEFIANCE,OHIO (says they're playing on their site, not on the Beat Kitchen's site) THIS BIKE IS A PIPEBOMB UNDERGROUND RAILROAD TO CANDYLAND JAPANTHER 7:00 pm, $8, All Ages @ THE BEAT KITCHEN
Crappy Photoshop of a bike I'd like to build. Didn't include what the chainline would look like since I'm lazy. Would have a tandem on the bottom, some other bike on top of the front, and whatever on the back. If it's built for one person, the top back can consist of supports. It could also be a two person bike, with one person on the back bottom, but the chainline might get in the way. Just used Schwinns because the images had blank backgrounds, however I do like Schwinn cruisers and think they'd be ideal for sturdiness and style.
Problems would likely be weight, overall length, chain length and turning, but whatever. And I know - Deeds Not Words, but I just figured I'd post my idea first.
I was going to title this "I got high this weekend" or some other such nonsense with "ON A TALLBIKE! WOO!" after it. But I decided to be slightly less lame about this.
I am terrified of heights. Fuck heights, man. But this weekend I realized that Tallboy, one of the floating-around Rat Patrol club bikes was just my size. Who knew? It's also black and red, which is an added bonus. Also added boners.
Anyway, I rode it home with Rob on Friday night. It was fairly easy, as there were almost no cars on the road and riding such a short tall bike is much easier and less scary for me. I learned how to pace myself so that I only rarely have to dismount at lights. I learned that footbraking isn't that hard, however I have no faith in these thin-soled shoes for long-term use.
I had to make a quick trip to the store, so I decided to try actually biking on the street in the daytime. It was really easy and I didn't get too many weird comments. Eventually, it was time for Raven's potluck. Rob said he would help me work on the bike at the Chop Shop after, so we rode all the way to freaking Ravenswood from my house.
The bike was wobbly when I would speed up or slow down too much, and once we got to the house, I noticed that the front wheel was touching one side of the fork. Rob noticed the bolt wasn't tightened on one side. So I had ridden the night before, that day, and then almost 6 more miles on a bike that could have killed me. Clearly I am awesome.
The party was fun, but we had to leave early to work on the bike. I ended up replacing the crankset, handlebars, seat, and pedals. I painted the new handlebars white. John really likes it.
We rode home in additional style and passed out after horrible waffle peanut butter and jelly sammiches. You would think bread made of waffles would be good, but old waffles not so much.
Ohhhh you have no idea how awesome this is. Or how sweet the apartment is. You have no idea. There is a fucking yard with trees and bushes in it that is as big as the yard I had growing up. There are like three yards in Chicago and the Beach House has one of them. Are you kidding me Chicago. Seriously are you kidding.
So. I'm moving into a place with Rachel and Rob that is a five minute bike ride north of my house now. You are visiting. OH how you are visiting.
We're paying the deposit and signing the lease I think today. One more year of Chicago secure, whether I like it or not. I think I will like it very much. I think I just at vegan sausage pizza for breakfast and had some delicious MAX Cherry Cola. Oh ho ho.
I think I need to make some sort of bronze statues of Rachel and Rob for no real reason.
I also think that our house has people in it whose names presently start with A,R, & R. ARR!!!
Also Rachel's bike is so hot that I think our bikes are gonna have some sort of greasy chain lube-infused bike sex. Rowr rowr.
DID I MENTION THERE IS LAUNDRY AND A SUNROOM ARE YOU KIDDING ME CHICAGO YOU CAN TELL ME LIKE WE'RE FRIENDS AND STUFF I MEAN COME ON NOW
The World/Inferno Friendship Society - "All of California and Everyone Who Lives There Stinks"
"Good Luck, Bad Luck It's invisible tides of highways. Don't you think, Charlie? It's random shit like waves. Yeah, Fuck you Charlie. Across this country filled with islands of disaappointment, we seek family, we find augeries that say Stop your crying, keep on driving Things will be better in California. You like to play it safe, but you want what you paid for, I can't stand California. The next day changing tires we attract the usual flies and homeless and it's 'cigarettes and change man?' Consequences that await you bad faith you're pushing West you can't outrun or let run over you. I won't stoop to prayer cause the physics were already there when Charlie wished us luck saying
Stop your crying, keep on driving Things will be better in California. I'm sure we had our reasons but I can't recall them I can't stand California. Foundations can never be relain and anyway its too late for weak hearts who won't decide Don't stop when you hit the ocean Panicked ants on the coast of slow motion. I smell a dream dying, die dream die. The rotted rind of this rotted country rots in the West and its beyond me Why anyone would look there for anything unless
You don't care what you're finding is blank and confining There are no answers in California You're dumb enough to move there You belong there I can't stand California Stop your crying, keep on driving Stop looking to California. Oh, your reasons are cheap and see-through and I can't stand California."
"Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every 'superstar,' every 'supreme leader,' every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary master of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."