Among other note worthy goings on within the ranks at MWDW (Minneapolis West Design Works) or Portland Design Works for the lay person, they have finally got the ball rolling in their acquisition of the Circulus;
Oh, and also just so I don’t wreck my flow, I have this;
Anyway, some of the players in this project and I were discussing details of this transaction a month ago, but like details of a baby’s conception, it’s bad luck to say anything too soon, so we kept it close to our chests.
I had planned on making the venture South to flatbed, and helicopter the various components back to Portlandia, but the planning stage got balled up on my end, which really is nothing new since I can barely schedule a time in which to brush my teeth without sending the rest of my day into utter chaos.
So as to not risk putting the cart too far ahead of the horse however, and to get those who might not be up to speed on the back story here, allow me to direct you to Bike Jerks PDXE, or Bike Jerks Portland East for the full skinny on the breaking news.
Though I won’t be making the journey South to pick up the new baby, I have been given the green light to write a feature about the fiasco in a future issue of that which resides beneath JPHNH’s thumb, so keep your eyes peeled towards the newsstand for the full skinny.
Speaking of which, in a recent meeting with he who has nice hair and myself, I gave him my sorry set of notes regarding the HTC Highroad camp that occurred at Specialize Bicycle’s Morgan Hill California world headquarters, and between bong rips he said “yeah, totally. That’s good. Get it to me by the end of the week.” I am proud to say that I will like, totally do that, and it should be available for consumption in issue number two of Paved Magazine.
Me.. An honest-to-god journalist. Who coulda guessed?
I for one couldn’t have, and to that end, I can’t say that it’s anything I really gave to much thought to. Like I’ve said many times, ‘Im just here for the chicks, man.’
Though that hasn’t really worked out so well.
It turns out that accidental journalists, and mediocre half-wit web loggers don’t get that much tail after all.
Maybe it would help if I developed some semblance of fluidity in my posts instead of jumping willy nilly all over the place from one topic to the next.
Speaking of ham sandwiches, Hewhowillremainunnamed sent me an interesting piece of news regarding the waste of oxygen that is Michael Vick;
Thought might find this enraging. A friend of mine has a client that was the lead federal investigator on the Vick case and not just Michael and it had nothing to do with dogs. Turns out Marcus, his brother, was the original target and it was all about drugs. There was a connection with Marcus and a high level drug dealer in Miami. So big was this dealer that there was around the clock surveillance being conducted by the FBI. The Vick brothers were photographed in FLA on a boat with said King Pin. Then the feds set up surveillance in Virginia on Michael’s home and accidentally found the dog operation. Then that was used as a threat to convince big brother Vick (the one with the most to lose since Marcus had nothing going on at that point) to turn over on the King Pin. So high up was the drug dealer that Vick took the 2 years for the dog thing, that the feds couldn’t care less about, rather that a death sentence from ratting out the King Pin.
It’s a thug life at Virginia Tech. As the Blacksburg Police Chief said, “everyone on this football team is just a knee injury away from prison.”
What is most astounding to me about all of this is that these are professional athletes were talking about. Not that this means that they are above the law or impervious to being flawed human beings, but simply that they are the best of the best, and have worked hard to achieve careers as such.
For someone to have a career as a professional athlete, yet have enough time and energy to engage in such debased personal activities, as well as to possess such an obvious lack of concern for their own achievements is saddening to say the least.
Every day there seems to be more and more get out of jail free cards issued to anyone who has enough money, or at the very least enough money invested on their freedom.
Classicism truly does come in every shade and flavor..
Fortunately as I am sitting at my keyboard gnashing my teeth with my fists cinched in rage at such a thing, KCE comes though with a simple email in response the comment I wrote regarding Friday’s Glucifer clip that made me smile;
“I Think the little guy probably busted 4 of his get-down muscles as well.”
All of that fella’s compatriots were probably all thinking in unison, “damn kids.”
Supposin’ that video’s soundtrack was a thing that made your ears perk up, then Newt sent along a link to me a couple of weeks back that you will surely want to check out;
MAP OF METAL
While that is easily the most complex lists I have seen to date, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly disappointed by the exclusion of Trance Non-Black Grind Doom Crust Core.
Obviously that was the precursor to all other genres.
Someone who knows his metal like I know the back of my own hand (as well as the front, if anyone is keeping track) is Carlos Alberto Del CAstillo Cabeza De Vaca from The Cycling Inquisition. From time to time he will write to me with bits of awesomeness from the interwebs, today being no exception;
“Perhaps I’m committing the ultimate internet faux pas by sending you the URL to a video that may very well be old news. Based on the date when it was posted, that could certainly be the case. Still, its damn good, and full of great moments. He makes his own booties, doo rags, and derailleurs out of cardboard. Come on now.”
I’ve seen an assortment of interviews with that guy and they all leave me feeling as if I have just been cornered by the creepy and delusional uncle at a family gathering. You smile and agree simply to avoid his getting any closer to you and showing off his war wounds.
I am a big proponent of wearing the helmets. I do this primarily because no matter how much faith I have in my own abilities as a cyclist, I have no faith in those around me to not only not have my best interests at heart, but in most cases, actually be out to do my person harm. Plus, my brain and my limited faculties are the only ones I have.
In the Grey Wolf’s case, retaining either of those two things seems like a lost cause.
Finally from the Jewford, I got this email way back before Christmas that I should probably post on account of cause it’s sweet;
“Wow. I never believed the power, but look what this guys race number did to him.”
People never believe me until they themselves are overtaken by the unholy spirit.
That’s a cat I am never afraid to let out of the bag.