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Shut up and ride!

I tell you there’s nothing like a group of cyclists to whip up a tempest in a teapot.

The most recent fuss and bother that finally penetrated my protective carapace of “not-giving-a-fuck” is a Facebook kerfuffle centered around a group of disgruntled motorists who just can’t stand sharing the road with cyclists and have therefore established a discussion group wherein they can grouse, gripe, and foment against bicycle riders. They post comments about wishing they could run bikes of the road and to regale each other with stories about what heckling they do allow themselves to indulge in.

Predictably, the legions of cyclists have got their collective chamois in a twist (what a disgusting thought!) A counter-group sprung up to encourage Facebook admin to delete the “anti-cyclist hate group,” but that movement went nowhere. The original group was not judged to be a hate group, their screed did not qualify as “hate speech,” and even though they are offensive to many, they are protected by that pesky Freedom of Speech thing.

Moreover, the stuff these guys are writing isn’t a bit different from the bile that spews in pretty much every article in the newspapers, on cycling news sites, even on personal blogs when a story is reported about an injury, harassment incident, or altercation. The “cagers” contend that cyclists need to get off the street, that it is for cars and the cyclists contend that they belong there. And they can argue about it endlessly in so many comments sections as long as there is an Internet to fight on.

But if cyclists want to start shit, and some of them very obviously do, then why should the opposing side be denied that same privilege? It’s just like the whole Rush Limbaugh/Pat Robertson/Ann Coulter contingent. They’re allowed to be as vile as they want, and everyone who doesn’t like it is allowed to state as loudly, vigorously, and often that they don’t approve. In fact, many of the opponents of the Limbaughian Pundits are every bit as vitriolic in their opposition. If they want to shut up the talking heads, then by rights they would have to shut up, as well.

If the cycling advocates want to force the anti-cycling advocates to shut up, then logically, they could be forced to shut up, too.

Seeking to silence someone you don’t agree with is whiny and cowardly. Who gives a good goddamn if a handful of loudmouths who can’t share want to make a stink on the Internet (where everyone can be the badass)? Their rhetoric doesn’t really affect anyone. They preach to a small choir and no matter how much bluster most of them will front online, very few of them will ever take any action offline. And the few who would take it offline would probably have been causing trouble with or without the internet. The bottom line is that there are mercifully few sociopaths in the world who will actually go around hurting others without fear of consequences. And fear of consequences (incarceration, possible execution) is sufficient to keep most people in line. The few who aren’t kept in line were probably beyond much hope anyway.

All that rising to the bait accomplishes is stoking the culture of fear. Too many people think of cycling as a dangerous activity and cyclist advocates who are constantly re-circulating stories of tragedy, violence, and aggression are only adding to that. I know I’m not the only person who thinks that riding your bike is the best possible cyclist advocacy there is. To hell with re-posting news clips, going to meetings and bellyaching to officious officials, and squalling on internet forums.

That kind of “advocacy” fosters a sort of victim mentality; a two-wheeled martyr complex. It basically amounts to slactivism. Posting opinions in letters-to-the-editor, fussing at public meetings, and burying your representatives’ mailboxes in “call-to-action” letters may make you feel like you’re doing something, but you’re really not. All any of that amounts to is shouting down a barrel.

If you really want to make a difference, encourage others. Don’t scare them off broadcasting all these horror stories, don’t rehash every close-call and harassment you’ve ever experienced. Invite a non-cyclist friend along on a fun ride. Organize a beginner-friendly event. Forward positive, fun stories about cycling. Show its best side. Sure, cycling has its inconveniences and hazards, but it isn’t and shouldn’t be all doom and gloom.

Go ride your bike. It may be the most subversive statement you could ever make.


Fashion statement? (photo courtesy of Joel, who thinks my dreadful fashion sense is amusing)

Apparently.

One of my recent projects, as such, was completing a few things that I had cut out ages ago but hadn’t put together. Since cutting is the biggest ass-pain in sewing, it should be logical that the construction stage should be a breeze and plenty of fun…so why do I have such a bad habit of putting it off? This article, via Jacquie Phelan’s blog, maybe explains a bit of it. I think we’re also culturally encouraged to delay gratification. It’s like a sign of maturity or self control or some other line of crap that I don’t always ascribe to.

Anyway, on to the good stuff since I’m on a “enjoy that gratification” kick over here.

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If you could average these two shots, you would have a pretty good idea of how this dress looks. It’s not as shiny as the one on the left would have you believe, but it is way more intense and bright than the one on the left. This kind of iridescent fabric is hella hard to photograph with a flash.

The pattern is New Look 6674, which is produced by the Simplicity pattern company.  New Look is their more trendy line.   I modified it from the original…I kept the more flared skirt from View A, but I shortened it to just below knee-length, as tea-length looks kind of stupid on me.  I also changed the sleeves.  Cap sleeves are not a good choice for someone whose shoulders are a little on the wide side…it can make my arms look unnecessarily chubby, and if I can easily avoid that, I sure as hell will.  I added about 2.5″ to the cap sleeve, as I didn’t want the puffed sleeve…again with the wide shoulder thing.  It makes a girl very picky about her sleeves.  Either I want them hells of puffy, like my Minnie Pearl dress, or else I want them to be fitted more smoothly.
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Here’s the back view.

With the modifications I made, I have to say that I am uniformly pleased with this pattern. The bodice fit was perfect out of the envelope, and the neckline isn’t too low, which is my usual concern about wraparound tops. I am incredibly shy about showing off too much boobage. Another nice feature is that the skirt fronts wrap ALL the way across, so you don’t run the risk of having your skirt blow open or fly back if you don’t have a particularly ladylike gait (can you guess this has been a problem for me in the past?)

While I have every intention of wearing this dress on any occasion I can make up (and maybe even sometimes for no occasion at all) I think I will use this pattern again in less formal fabric. I’m thinking a Hawaiian print rayon would be AWESOME, with solid color for the neckline band, waistband, and belt tie.

My other “I-cut-this-out-ages-ago” project was this exceedingly silly skirt which I made from some very odd sized scraps from an upholstery project I did for a friend:
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The pattern is Simplicity 5304, but as usual, I didn’t make it exactly as originally designed.  The original pattern is for a miniskirt, and I don’t really do minis anymore, so I added about 6″ to it (about 4.5″ after hemming) to make it hit right directly at the knee. I also should have been more punctilious about measuring because although I cut my correct size out, it turned out to be about 2″ to big in the waist, so I am wearing it as a hip-hugger skirt until I get motivated to put in some darts in the waistband.

The fabric, which is fabulous beyond all sense, is from Amy Butler, who has a pretty massive cult following among younger home-seamstresses.

I used a different view of this pattern ages ago, when I made a black a-line skirt that is trimmed with self-fabric applique flowers, a “vine” made out of super-long chenille yarn, and a frill of netting around the hemline:

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I wear this skirt so frequently I know that when it finally becomes to shabby to wear in public anymore, I will immediately craft a replacement.  I still have loads of the chenille yarn, and this is a pattern I will hold on to like crazy.  It’s snap-easy…the six-panel skirt went together in maybe an hour, and that counts finishing seams.  The applique one took longer because of the appliques and ruffle,  but sans applique, this is a skirt that could go together in probably 45 minutes.

Anyway, I’m planning on rocking out in the new skirt at work tomorrow.  I figure I’ll pair it with this top I made last winter:

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(I’ve since changed it…I took off that stupid little tassel, and about 3″ above where that was, I appliqued another burnt-orange leafy to balance out that enormous fleur-de-lis thingy up on the shoulder.  This top is about four shades darker than the orange on the skirt, but it works well with it nonetheless.  A pair of brown herringbone tights and a vintage aqua-white-and-orange polka-dotted scarf to hold up my hairdo and all should be pretty darn spanky.

Remodeling my wardrobe:

Back in 1997, I wore my skirts in two lengths. Either Ginger Spice or Jinger Duggar.

Then :

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Ginger.

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Jinger

At that point in my life I labored under myriad arbitrary, rigid, random, and utterly nonsensical self-imposed fashion rules. Skirts could either be short or long; no mid-length. No animal prints ever. Pink was NG (the above dress was my sole concession to pink and only because the print contained a great deal of burgundy). No dress pants. Nothing “frilly.” No florals.

In the years since my college days, I have broken pretty much every rule I used to follow. Nowadays, almost all of my skirts hit near the knee. I wear dress pants. I think leopard print is a top-notch accent pattern. Especially with stripes, plaid, or florals. I wear pink. Regularly. I have quite possibly the frilliest blouse in the Western world:
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Anyway, I have been going through my wardrobe lately and getting rid of some stuff that just doesn’t work for me and re-working some things that have untapped potential. The dress and skirt above were in the “to-refurbish” pile.

I just couldn’t let the dress go; I love the fabric too much. I got it in a hell of a sale at Hancock Fabrics in Rapid City, SD. It’s 100% silk and it’s a really great paisley pattern. I reckoned that I could detach the bodice (it was a 1970s style babydoll dress) and drop the skirt down to the natural waist and put it over an underskirt, since there always were cling and show-through problems with this dress. I had some pink crepe in my stash that I thought would be a pretty close match to the lighter pink in the paisley print and when I dug it out, I discovered that it was a close to perfect as you can get.

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It didn’t go on my dummy quite right because the dummy has a skirt frame built into it that is just about 2″ wider than this skirt is at the hipline and so it couldn’t be pulled down to the natural waistline like it’s supposed to be. On me, however, it is just fine. And I am really happy with how the underskirt turned out. I was going for a circa 1914 overskirt/underskirt look. With the underskirt, the silk hangs better than it ever did in the past and the whole thing is just so much more wearable. Even back in my Ginger Spice days, I felt a little overexposed in the silk sundress. It was so skimpy and so diaphanous and it really didn’t feel much better than running around naked. I think I maybe only wore it a half dozen times in all the years I have owned it. It will get much more use now!

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With the plaid skirt it was a lack of practicality that brought about its re-styling. Basically, it’s not realistic to try to ride a bicycle in an ankle-length skirt. Right around knee length is better. I ended up cutting about a foot off the top of the skirt and gathering it back into the waistband. The fabric is a really nice quality wool and it’s still colors I wear a lot, so I didn’t see any reason not to re-work it into a style more conducive to my lifestyle. I thought of cutting it off from the bottom so I wouldn’t have to fool with the waistband, but I like a fuller skirt and I thought that it would be better to cut it off from the top and lightly gather it. I wear flared or full skirts mostly these days and so this works better with my usual silhouette.

My personal style has shifted quite a lot since I was 20 (and with good reason, too!) but it’s nice to keep a few older pieces in the running.

Sinking Spectacle

I’ve been keeping a blog sporadically since 2002, which is a plenty long time, though sometimes it seems like I’ve kept one for much longer. Back in the day, I used to post on this message board called Hissyfit quite a lot, and sometimes I’ll think, “I know I blogged about that some while back,” and try to find it in my archives, and lo, it’s something from 1997-2000, from the Hissyfit heydays. One of those phantom blog entries would have dated back to 1998, and would have been my extremely mixed review of the blockbuster hit movie Titanic.

I remember my impressions of Titanic from ’98 because they remain static: it’s not much of a movie, but damned if it ain’t pretty! The storyline is predictable, the dialogue is unrealistic, a lot of the acting is simply lousy, but the sets, costumes, and props are marvelous. I didn’t go to that movie to get all mooshy over a sentimental romance story, nor did I go to gaze upon Leonardo DiCaprio’s callow pumpkin head. I went to enjoy seeing Kate Winslet in complicated yet diaphanous dresses. I went to vicariously explore the poshest ocean liner of all time.

Titanic was the kind of movie that if you went in with nothing but superficial expectations, you would come out satisfied. If you went in wanting a bombastic cheesy romance, then you got it in spades. If you went in to ogle great set design and costuming, then your desires were gratified. But if you had really big expectations for a Great Cinematic Experience, then you probably left disgruntled and unfulfilled. I freely admit I went in to that movie because I’d heard about how meticulously Cameron had tried to re-create the look and feel of the RMS Titanic. I remember having read the National Geographic article after they found the wreckage of the Titanic and seeing archive photos of it in its original grandeur. I was excited about the movie because I figured it would bring those old black-and-white photos to life. Then, there was also the attraction of the costumes.

I think 1912 is one of the most exciting years in fashion; it represents a true demarcation between the fluffy, pouter-pigeon silhouette of the first decade of the 1900s and the “modern” silhouettes of the 1910s, with their shorter skirts and more asymmetrical design. Starting around 1909, more avant garde ladies started experimenting with their waistlines, dabbling with a high-waisted “Empire” silhouette with cropped jackets and raised waistlines. Circa 1911, the masses began to warm to the draped-tunic-over-pegtop-skirt as conceived by Poiret & Lucille. Intricate Art-Noveau-inspired beadwork, appliqué, and embroidery embellished elaborate ensembles; dainty filigree and enamelwork accessories added their charming details. The overall look was bold, exotic, costly, and colorful. The costume designer for Titanic truly did her homework; the dresses were true to contemporary fashion plates and photographs. Even the outfits for the herds of extras did not come off as anachronistic, inappropriate, or anything less than lavishly and carefully planned out.

Because the movie met and exceeded my few expectations of it, I can honestly say that I like Titanic. You don’t go to an Andrew Lloyd Webber play because the music is going to be good. You go for the elaborate production values. Much the same can be said of watching Titanic. You don’t watch it to see a great movie; you watch it for its spectacular set and costume design.

At least that’s what I did!

Loaf

For reasons that make no earthly sense to me or anyone else (I’d wager) I’m rather unnecessarily fond of the word “loaf.” I find it funny.

Meat-loaf. Nut-loaf. Loaf of bread. No loafing. Kitty-loaf. Hlaf-weard.

Meatloaf is mostly funny because of the burly pop-rock musician who goes by that stage name. ‘Tis the season for Rocky Horror Picture Showings and theme parties, and large men donning leather jackets and greasing their hair into pompadours, wielding chainless chainsaws and going as Eddie. I went to a particularly good Rocky Horror Picture Show theme party in college dressed as Columbia. My bustier was a little too short for my body, though, and I spent a lot of time hitching it up in order to preserve what tiny bit of modesty left to me. That was back when I had butt-length hair, and I had braided it the night before, and then let it down, teased it out, and sprayed it within an inch of my life. A couple of pounds of makeup, some fishnets, and a borrowed bustier, and I was able to vamp it up fairly convincingly.

Nut loaf…nut-loaf is one of those things that gives vegans a bad name. It’s like a meatloaf, but without meat…instead, the protein source is ground nuts of some sort or another. I’m sure it is possible to make a tasty nut-loaf, but so far I have only been subjected and exposed to dreadful ones and it seems like a shameful way to destroy a perfectly good snack.

Loaf of bread – not at all funny. But again, I sure do like the word “loaf” and I like to bake. Especially a nice rosemary-raisin loaf. Mmmmmmbread.

No Loafing

Cyclocross Cowbell Cat
Kittyloaf (now, with More Cowbell)

Hlaf Weard/Hlaford

Bonus: loaf-studio.

Doily

You know those crinkly, tissue-paper toilet seat covers you get in a lot of public restrooms?

I once worked with a woman who called them “butt doilies.” Another woman I knew called them “butt gaskets.” Considering that adding the word “butt” to just about anything instantly makes it funny, and considering that I’m unnaturally enamored of both the words “doily” and “gasket,” you can imagine the levels of pleasure and merriment I got from these respective coinages.

A tutorial from your very own in-house, non-smelly hippie.

I take a lot of care not to be a stinky girl. It is very important to me to not smell like an old goat. People generally like you better and take you seriously when they can comfortably get within 3 feet of you and still breathe through their noses. The importance of personal daintiness…who’da thunk it?

I don’t use commercial antiperspirants or deodorants, not because I am a granola-gnawing hippie, but because antiperspirants make me itch, and I’ve not had very good luck with commercial deodorants. Either they don’t de-odor (Kiss My Face), or else they do other unwanted things, like get foamy when I get sweaty (Tom’s Of Maine). Eew.

Thanks to having been a hippie for quite some time, I’ve come across a lot of little bits of information over the years about how various essential oils and other shit works. What’s a good antimicrobial, what’s good for cleansing, and so on. Turns out a lot of stuff I would have around the joint anyway could be compounded into a singularly effective deodorant.

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Here’s the goods for making a paste-type deodorant.

1 stick of Queen Helene Cocoa Butter
Baking Soda (5-6 tablespoons)
Grapeseed or Sweet Almond oil (1 tablespoon)
lavender, tea-tree, cedar, rosemary, & sage oils, (approx 6-12 drops each, varying per your preference)

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Here’s the cocoa-butter in Pyrex measuring cup, about to go into the microwave for approximately 1.5 minutes.

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This is how it looks once it’s all melty. Now is when you add your essential oils. I tend to do about 6 drops of Tea Tree (it’s really pungent) then 12 of lavender, 12 of cedar, 10 of sage, and 6 of rosemary. Also add the tablespoon of grape-seed or Sweet Almond oil.

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Add between 5-7 tablespoons of baking soda, depending on how stiff of a paste you like. I usually add about 6 tablespoons, as I like a very spreadable deodorant. Less, and I think it is too runny, more, and it can be crumbly, but the texture can vary depending on how much essential oil you have added.

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Decant it into your storage container of choice.

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Make sure it has a well-fitting lid. You now have a stock of deodorant for about 4 months. Congratulations!

This particular mixture is really effective. I am a very active woman and unaided, I would be a terribly smelly one, too. I can get through a typical day without re-applying, though in high-summer I will top up at lunch-time.

The beauty of this formula is that you can change the oils to preference. The mixture I recommended above is chosen for its particularly effective antimicrobial properties, as it is the bacteria on one’s body and in sweat that are the principal cause of B.O. But if you aren’t that smelly of a person, you might choose other oils that are more to your taste. Maybe a blend of orange and sandalwood oils, or a rosewood/sandalwood/sweetgrass blend. Whatever suits your fancy and body chemistry…you can tailor it to your preferences.

I also do a spray-on deodorant. It was inspired by the Bert’s Bees spray deodorant; in fact, I have been continuously re-using a Bert’s Bees bottle for about two years now. I keep one in my back pack so that I can top up at work if I need to.

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The ingredients are pretty similar to the ones for the paste deodorant, but Witch Hazel is the base of the spray deodorant. I fill the old Burt’s bottle up to about 5/6th of the way to the top, then I drip in the essential oils to preference. I usually put about a dozen each of lavender and sage, about 15-20 of cedar (it gives a really pleasant, sweet, slightly piny scent), and about 6 each of rosemary & tea-tree.

With the spray deodorant, it is important to shake it vigorously before each use to suspend the oils in the witch-hazel base. This is a very effective and convenient form of deodorant. While not as long-lasting as the paste deodorant, it is a little more portable and feels rather refreshing to use during the summer.

The Onion (dot com) is an interesting institution. It’s spoof news has grown pretty formulaic and tired over the years, but other features, notably the AV Club keep me coming back. And I’ll pretty much tune in for updates from irrepressible, feckless, hapless Jim Anchower and dimwitted, chocolate-and-cat-loving, delusional Jean Teasdale (though I admit this persona is becoming more and more far-fetched and less believable as time goes on).

I’d say circa 2002, The Onion pretty seriously jumped the shark, but it still occasionally has its moments and flashes of brilliance. But the thing I’m here to do today is not praise nor disparage the Onion and its various inconsistencies, but to tell you all about how The Onion got me hooked on J-Pop!

So, back in 2001, The Onion contained an article titled, “Crazy Japanese Punk Girl Delights Entire Dorm Floor.” The article described an eccentric international student from Japan whose mischievous, hyperactive personality and whimsical fashion sense made her one of the most popular girls in the dormitory. The picture accompanying the article featured a cute Asian girl in a camo miniskirt, brilliant red tights, with pink streaks in her bangs, striking a “punk-ish” pose. I was struck by the girl’s outfit; it was really cute and much more colorful than what punk-ish American girls were wearing at the time, so I started Googling “Japanese Punk Fashion,” “Japanese youth fashion,” etc. I learned about Gyaru, Ganguro, EGL, and general Japanese Street Fashion, all of which inspired me to mix it up even more with my own wardrobe. And while I was Googling, I came across some cranky blog entry by a JET-type American expat who deplored Japanese Youth Culture and was grumbling about his next door neighbor who started each day by blasting J-Pop on her stereo and singing along, badly off key.

One of the bands this guy was talking down was Morning Musume, or as he put it “Moaning Musume,” which he described in terms such as an ever-changing herd of chirpy, overdressed airheads. To me, this sounded like the kind of group I needed to investigate further!

Further googling led me to several English-Language Japanese-Pop music fansites, including strawberry-pie.net, which featured (glitchy) streaming music. The now-defunct Strawberry Pie was named for the MiniMoni song of the same name, and featured a pink gingham pattern background and cutesie strawberry themed graphics. While light on information, it did give me a chance to hear snips of Morning Musume and other Japanese girl-pop standards and make up my mind that I liked this giddy, girlish music quite a bit, even if I couldn’t understand a word of the lyrics.

For whatever reason, however, at that point it was kind of a passing fancy. I didn’t really look into getting any of the CDs or even searching out downloads. I think maybe I didn’t realize that I could buy foreign music…it might not have been as accessible back then, and I never have been a big downloader of music. Anyway, it wasn’t until the famous “Japanese Game Show” video clip which was actually a cut from a Morning Musume holiday special of 2001, which featured 13 girls poking their heads into a fan-shaped lizard cage while wearing pork-chop headbands and seeing who was brave enough to let the iguana in the cage come up and bite the meat. As it turns out, nobody was, but Yossi and Tsuji did seem to withstand the longest.

Anyway, it seemed to me that I recognized some of the girls…the tall, skinny, awkward girl(Iida Kaori), and one particularly pretty, sparkly-eyed miss(Abe Natsumi) sure looked like members of the maligned Morning Musume I’d looked into a couple of years earlier. I did a bit of poking about and learned that this clip was part of a subtitled release by HPS, a J-Pop fansite that was fan-subbing some television shows that Morning Musume and other acts produced by a group called Hello!Project had appeared in.

All of this happened after the advent of Google Video and during the fledgling period of YouTube, when video and audio became so much more accessible. The subtitled releases also made this foreign music and its wonderfully surreal and silly videos more accessible to a non-Japanese audience. It wasn’t long after that that I started enjoying subtitled Utaban episodes, the famous Hawaii Conflict Battle, and the superb absurdity that was MiniMoni. Besides their televised antics, I developed an actual appreciation for some of their music. The sprightly MiniMoni Janken-Pyon, the touching Happy Summer Wedding, the catchy Renai Revolution 21 and the wistful Sakura Mankai, as well as Ai No Tane, the cute and hopeful song that launched the H!P juggernaut back in 1997, and the sweet, sexy Morning Coffee that cemented their fame in 1998 are all songs that stand out as particular favorites of mine.

I’m not a HUGE fangirl…but I have my preferences. As for Morning Musume, I prefer mostly their pre-2003 output, though there are some newer groups, mostly derived from the H!P Kids additions that I have particularly enjoyed. Minna No Tamago, Lotta Lotta Love, and Jingusu Khan, as well as Happy Sunday have all tickled my fancy fairly recently. A thing most of these songs have in common is that they are either opening or closing themes for Anime shows. I’m not sure why, but this style of music particularly amuses me and makes me want to smile.

Anyway, I have to blame and thank the Onion for obliquely introducing me to J-pop, via Japanese youth culture via fashion.

S.A.D can bite me

I will be eating the hell out of some St. John’s Wort until I can get some real medicine because right now, this is basically me:

and this is my new shirt:

Not much else to say other than that life feels like WAY too much work right now, and I’ve got hells of shit to do and can’t hardly slog through half of it, which is stressing me way out, which ain’t making anything else any better.

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So proclaimed Max, with perhaps a touch of pride.

The past week’s snow made for super-sweet ski-biking, and last night a bunch of us dragged our contraptions out to Museum Hill and did what cabin-fevered mid-westerners do best…dumb things!

Joel's newest creation
The big, goofy red-and-yellow rig is Joel’s latest creation.

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Battered and weatherbeaten, “The Goat” is one of the local crew’s oldest still-functioning ski bikes.

So did this one.
This little beast turned out to be one of my favorite rides.

Christi test-riding Joel's monstrosity
Here’s Christi test-riding Joel’s monstrosity.

Gotta hoist the britches before taking on Museum Hill
Chaz had to hitch the britches before taking the first pass with his ultra-ridiculous folding ski-bike.

Possum = ready-to-rumble.  Static, not so much so.
Here’s Possum launching into action while Static takes a more contemplative approach.

Mr. Renner prepares for takeoff
Richard’s looking for a good line.

Totally Chasm ski-bike
Another view of Chasm’s “Independent Fabrications” foldie.

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Joel & Melissa mugging for the camera.

Melissa's new ride, parked in its own ruts
Melissa’s “new” whip, parked in its own ruts.

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You’d be looking suave too, if you were about to take this mad machine down a sweet hill.

Man, I love my life. I can’t picture life without Friz, ski-biking, polo, dumpster-diving, year-round commuting, alleycats, pub-crawls, and all other manners of bicycle-powered mayhem and anarchy! I feel so fortunate to have found a group of friends who knows how to have really stupid fun on two wheels.

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