Sep. 8th, 2005
Scul Movie
Sep. 8th, 2005 01:10 pmYou can download the trailer for the Scul movie "Scul: Operation SuperPosi" here. The trailer also functions as a great music video for the Stooges "Search and Destroy."
Urban Wildlife of Calcutta, India
Sep. 8th, 2005 04:46 pmThis is from the blog of Tod A, of the bands Firewater and Cop Shoot Cop. He's a decent writer and a good observer. His discussion of a bar that has a midget in a general's uniform as a draw is amusing, but beyond the subject of my journal, so you should read it yourself: http://postcards.blogs.com/
( Fauna of Calcutta, by Tod A )
( Fauna of Calcutta, by Tod A )
"Supercommuter" plus a bike accident
Sep. 8th, 2005 06:40 pmSomehow I missed my buddy Bruce getting a nod as a "supercommuter" by The Ride magazine.
( the part where my bike is mentioned )
So while riding home today, another cyclist passed me just as I got to Watertown. I decided to try to keep up with him (damn my stubby little legs!) for, I don't know, "training" purposes. He stayed about 5 car-lengths ahead of me for about a mile; we got to the part that's slightly downhill leading into the center of town, where a cyclist can pick up speed. As he was passing a car, it drifted to the right, pinching the bike between its tires and the curb. The cyclist tumbled to the road, and the car stopped about a half-block away. I pulled over and checked on the guy; he was okay, and I gave him my name and number, telling him that I saw the whole thing. "It wasn't my fault, right?" he asked.
"No way," I replied, and then I realized, "That would have been me, if you hadn't passed me back there."
( the part where my bike is mentioned )
So while riding home today, another cyclist passed me just as I got to Watertown. I decided to try to keep up with him (damn my stubby little legs!) for, I don't know, "training" purposes. He stayed about 5 car-lengths ahead of me for about a mile; we got to the part that's slightly downhill leading into the center of town, where a cyclist can pick up speed. As he was passing a car, it drifted to the right, pinching the bike between its tires and the curb. The cyclist tumbled to the road, and the car stopped about a half-block away. I pulled over and checked on the guy; he was okay, and I gave him my name and number, telling him that I saw the whole thing. "It wasn't my fault, right?" he asked.
"No way," I replied, and then I realized, "That would have been me, if you hadn't passed me back there."
