Funny thing about the world of music. Our little planet has so many supremely talented musicians that anyone could spend his or her entire life listening to nothing but music he or she has never heard before and still not listen to all of the music out there that is worth listening too. We earthlings have an embarrassment of riches.
If you're in or near the DC area and you've never pulled a jet plane across an airport tarmac, consider joining THE ST. IRENAEUS OF LYONS PLANE PULLING & CHARITABLE WORKS SOCIETY. Donations are also accepted.
The reaction I'm getting is pretty great. With one exception everyone I've asked to join the team who can't do it either because of scheduling conflicts or medical conditions has expressed quite a bit of disappointment.
That one exception was pretty funny. It came from a mechanical engineer. I put the question out there and he paused to try to think it through and responded "it won't work, I'm not heavy enough, you need bigger guys".
On my evening commute on Thursday, I passed by a guy on a fixie. There's one spot on the trail I usually rider where I prefer to take the road while the trail veers off. If you take the trail, you have to stop at a couple of cross streets where the trees and foliage block your view. If you stick to the road, you don't have to stop without risking riding out across a road where the cars can't see you come out from behind the trees.
During that leg, the guy on the fixie rode faster to me but stuck to the trail so I ended up passing him by again. This time I noticed that he had no brakes.
What kind of asshat rides a fixie with no brakes in an urban commuting environment?
About a mile up the trail, he caught back up to me and pulled aside to ask about my ride. I was on my vintage British 2 speed. We chatted about it a bit. And then he turned down a road that I never take.
Bad man that I am, I still think he's an asshat for riding with no brakes.
My wife started playing Pokemon Go. Now she actually leaves the house from time to time.
I had to take the wheel from my road bike into the shop to have a broken spoke replaced. I asked her if she wanted to come with and her response was immediate and with full authority.
Once downtown, she was so impressed with the number of Pokestops and Pokegyms that she wants to move back to Silver Spring.
I'd be up with that. I miss living in Silver Spring.
OTOH, our rent is over $500 less per month out here in the burbs.
Earlier this month, I finally got around to finishing an essay I've been working on for a few years about Alexander Hamilton's observations about the military-industrial complex. I don't know why that blog post was so hard for me to finish.
Next up will be about the metaphysics of federalism in Federalist 9.
I don't think I've mentioned here but I'm done with grad school. For now. I'm just not going to finish. I ran out of time working on my thesis.
Mr. Robot is back on!
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