Wired Cola

Last summer I extolled the perverse joys of the musician interviews in Pelagos magazine, the house publication of Hellenic Seaways.

I'm late on editing footage for the Gastown Grand Prix. Argh.

How do I compensate? Well, a bike project whose existence I have mooted for months just got a lot more concrete. Unusually for a project that has not even reached the "complete build kit acquired" point, the bicycle already has a name: The Cheat.

INT. TLO and Me are CLEANING UP. The TV is off.

TLO: "The remote is asking me a question I don't understand."

Me: "What's the question?"

TLO: "It says, 'did that fix the problem?'"

Me: "Just say yes."

TLO: "I see you're of the Mill-ian school."

Late to the game as always, but Slate posted a story about stock photography which led me to the strange phenomenon of Everywhere Girl, who isn't the only everywhere girl out there, just the most famous.

The one devoted to pictures of shipping containers.

Yeah, I love it.

Road bike bottom bracket designs are starting to get esoteric, with world+dog using some form of external-bearing fun, and at least three incompatible new standards introduced in the last few years for putting those bearings back inside the bottom bracket: the already-abandoned Pinarello MoST, BB30, and Trek's magical Precision Fit Sockets (?!).

First, I found this video, courtesy Jack Shedd, of an ambidextrous pitcher facing off against an ambidextrous batter in "A" minor-league baseball. It's actually quite funny, as the two each attempt to switch stances for advantage (if you don't know, switch hitters in baseball are rare; switch-pitchers barely exist at all).

Don't bother reading this update. It has few links, so you'll have to Google everything.

Weight loss is slower than expected, but progress is being made. On Thursday night, with Rebecca away with her mother, I did the grisly "Wayne Gretzky 99" ride: 35 km to Richmond, race the Coastal Thursday Nighter, 35 km home. A metric century with a race in the middle. At least I was smart enough to bring lights for the ride home.

Note to self: if you have rat traps under your house, check them often, or else they will become the answer to the question "what's that horrible smell?"