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Last week, I liberated an old Velo Sport from a neighbor’s yard. For Brad! For brad, I tell you! This week, I removed (almost) all the extra parts. No more shifters, rear derailleur, front derailleur, 6-speed Atom 77 freewheel, or very-long chain. Now it’s a nearly-respectable, very civilized single-speed bike.

Notes:

• The mtb pedal clips are a little too deep, though joyously wide and tall
• I still need to cut off the offending and extraneous outer chainring on the front (but I don’t have a dremel tool or angle grinder)
• The seat is pretty cheesy; after riding one of those pressure-relieving seats for a couple of years, this one feels like a golf ball is constantly being shoved up my wazoo
• The brakes are pretty awesome
• The steel wheels and Maillard hubs are perhaps not the lightest, but I like them. They both need cleaning.
• The beautiful aluminum sleeve in the center of the drop bars concealed a lousy steel bar under the tape. And the bar was not bilaterally symmetrical! Geez…
• This bike needs a serious bath, and probably everything repacked and lubed
• There is a definite clacking, possibly in the bottom bracket, with every pedal revolution; must diagnose and fix… someday
• The chain that was on this was too skinny to fit over the BMX freewheel, so I got an inexpensive BMX chain
• BMX chains don’t fit in regular chain tools

Anyhoo, I took it for its voyage of rebirth today, and that was fun. I went over to the Chedoke Golf Club and climbed the stairs, then rode along the ridge through the ritzy neighborhoods, then a bit on Bruce Trail, then back through Ancaster and down the mountain on Wilson St. Good ride. I like the bike.

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Alex said this was her favorite shot from the Hamilton Harbour fireworks last night, so here it is. O Canada! Two more fireworks pics after the cut.

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Do you know this F? I’m curious. Another pic and explanation of context, after the cut. Continue reading →

Sometimes one’s cat accidentally advertises one’s wife’s upcoming play.

First off, Alex loves muppets, as can be seen from this pic:

Secondly: Okay okay okay okay okay I totally want to make one of these! But, unlike the guy in the video, I will not be doing any experiments at borders near where I live. I can only imagine the body-cavity searches I’d have to endure before finally convincing them that this is not, in fact, any kind of weapon.

In other news, I am (as usual) extremely disapppointed in the willingness of the American public (including myself) to be  manipulated by our leaders. Here are some highlights:

• Obama capitulated on the FISA bill — which he previously promised to fight tooth and nail –  and thereby actively participated in solidifying and legalizing the expansion of presidential powers, reduction of domestic freedoms, and criminal activities of this administration. I know I already blogged this, but I only have 3 readers anyway, and I hope they’ll forgive me for continuing to be pissed about this. I’m wondering if Obama-as-president would be an executive version of the disapointment that is Nancy Pelosi. You know, failing to do much of anything he said he’d do.
• Not to be out-caputulated, the Supreme Court refused to hear environmental lawsuits against the Department of Homeland Security about their little multi-billion-dollar border project down there. But there is still hope: Homeland Security isn’t just giving itself unconstitutional authority to ignore environmental law; it’s insisting it gets to ignore all the laws, precedents and human rights it feels are standing in the way of its effort to get the Border Fence constructed before someone figures out what a bad idea this is.
• Despite Certoff’s claims (don’t get me started on that guy…) to the contrary, global terrorism is much, much worse since we began our wars in Afghanistan and Iraq.

aaaaaand back to work.

I was in Gore Park last night, taking this picture. I shot nearly 30 individual frames, and used 2 of them, with tone-mapping, to create this shot. I’m fairly pleased with it. It was intended as a background for a shot I took of the Constant k cast on the set. Sadly, the latter pic didn’t turn out (curses!). But I’m working on alternatives.

Anyway, I think I’m becoming paranoid. A guy came and chatted a little with me about my camera, and I chatted back. Then, as abruptly as he had shown up, he said his brief goodbye and left. This rattled me. I finished up, packed up, and walked back to the car, looking over my shoulder, so to speak (and sometimes literally) every 30 seconds or so. I passed the guy on the other side of the fountain, talking on a payphone. I passed other guys. Some of them were on payphones. I guess I wouldn’t have been so weirded out, except that the car was parked, all by its lonesome, down 3 nearly deserted, dark streets. Great place to get mugged.

Nothing happened, of course. I blame my paranoia on my poor sleeping yesterday.

Billy of Dark Mean Lays down a groove

 Last night was a lot of fun. Constant K went well, and beforehand I realized that — now that I am no longer an actohr, I can hang out and watch the musicians play their sets before the shows. Dark Mean was completely great. I like their sound. It reminds me of The Ocean Blue, Radiohead, etc. Then, we wandered to the Spotted Pig pub in Hamilton, and hung out while a really excellent man named Ted regaled us with his tunes. Then he let us Play and sing, and then there was dancing and general good times… very  nice.

My cat rocks. His little brother rocks too (but in a much more… blond… way). But Dexter is just awesome. This is one of his favorite things: snuggling under the blankets to cuddle with his humans. What kind of cat does that? :D This kind of affection almost negates his insane, neverending, house-destroying quest for food.

Pic of the day: Three people and a muppet. for some reason.

I’m supposed to be working. Right this minute. But I’ve just spent an hour reading through the (for me) interesting back columns on Measure for Measure, the NYT’s (thankfully non-subscription) blog about songwriting, by songwriters. Okay, so i went there just for Suzanne Vega’s recent piece, but I ended up reading a whole bunch of stuff. Yay! Songwriting! I should do some more of that, someday… my songs are getting stale, like cookies left in the cupboard too long. And I should write about something other than the ups and downs of dating, since I no longer have any dating ups or downs. I do have a song about a dead possum. And some snarky songs about politics. I could become this generation’s roadkill/protest singer. I shall get right to work on that.

Anyway, as I was saying, I have lots of work to do. None of it (sadly; so sadly) has anything at all to do with writing, singing, or even listening to songs.

Sigh. I think I need some Suzanne Vega, now. Yay, MP3s!