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I'm descending into one of "those" moods. Perhaps some of you understand. Perhaps some don't. I know Dave does. Instead of letting it go too far I'm going to be proactive and head it off at the pass. I've had too much media floating around of late, with blogger being the first, but then metastasizing into mycyclinglog, then dailymile, and off late, twitter. I don't use metastasize lightly; in this case it's an intended choice. I don't think these media really accentuate or improve any standard of living. It's just noise, static. I'm going to keep mycyclinglog b/c it's the best present record of mileage given the death of the former harddrive and the DucDo chart that died with it. I have date up until mid-2008 on an old DucDo spreadsheet, so I may re-enter info at some point, but I'll use mycyclinglog as my date choice at the moment.
As for the blog, I've bitched and moaned, even recently, of having little to say, poca novedad. That said, without the biking blogosphere, I wouldn't gotten to read and swap cycling stories with the likes of Dave, Doug, Michael, Chris, or Pete. Reading normal people do both normal and extraordinary things on the bike is motivating, so I have to do my part, just because.
School/work is *very* busy, as it is for many people. My "adventure" bike time has really shrunken, but I've also been lazy ("the funk"?), so that's something to be mindful of. To be mindful, another thing to be mindful of. To not shovel sugary garbage down my pie hole, something to be mindful of. Gotta fight it. So onto the bike somehow, and to treat those around me with a sense of decency, however edgy I might be.
maybe not many blogs, but blogs none-the-less, about the two-wheeled world.
p.s. I don't think I posted this, but I bet it's the first RBW ever locked up at Oxmoor Mall. It's not exactly a RBW kinda' place. Never know, though.