Monthly Archives: July 2008

back from mudville

Yeah, it’s been a while. I went out of town. Saw the Mets beat the Phillies on a final trip to Shea. Rode a wonderful century through the Berkshires in three states. And enjoyed a lot of music, the company of friends, and lots of mud at the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival. More on all

friday my:dc : for alice

Alice Swanson was killed while riding her bike in my neighborhood on Tuesday, July 8. She was run over by a garbage truck, and very likely died instantly. As long as the investigation of the incident is open and inconclusive, a ghost bike will stand at the intersection where her life was cut short. It’s

two wheels go far – as do legs powering them

183 miles. That was my total mileage on the bike for this past weekend. Two rides contributed to the total: a century I led from here in DC, and a more rural ride that originated about 20 miles from home. The riding was quality stuff: not particularly fast, but good mileage to prepare for the

my big mouth

Memo to self: keep the graphic descriptions inside my head. That’s the thing I need to remember when discussing disturbing subjects with folks who would rather not hear of these things. It’s a filter that I don’t naturally have, having grown up in a household where few gory subjects were off-limits to discussion at the

that’ll be $1 (plus material fees)

My long Fourth of July weekend is over. During the weekend I went on to great rides, saw some great fireworks, and otherwise woke up early all three days (what was I thinking?) to check the weather. Friday’s ride was a lovely, 68 mile loop out of Damascus, MD. The weather looked ominous, with low,

friday my:dc : a reborn relic

On a ride last weekend, I decided to do a little exploring around the areas adjacent to Rock Creek Park, and I wandered toward the ruins of the National Park Seminary. While technically not in DC (it’s part of Forest Glen, a part of silver spgin, Maryland), it’s so close to the DC border it’s

taking back endurance

I consider myself an endurance athlete: pushing myself for very long periods of time, testing my limits, riding hills long and steep, braving different climates and weather conditions. Yet the “endurance athlete” flag seems to have been wrenched from the hands of us cyclists by those who compete in triathlon or long-distance running. And it

movies? ew!

So sprite decided to take a stab at Entertainment Weekly’s list of the 100 greatest films of the past 25 years. And while I agree with her assessment about Titanic (bombast for a sinking ship!), I’ve also seen more of these than she has. (Films I’ve seen in bold) 1. Pulp Fiction (1994) 2. The