What was very true for their equipment will now undoubtedly be true for the people of L.H. Thomson company who lost their founder this past weekend.
http://velonews.com/news/fea/13917.0.html
I wish my long time supporters well as they move forward.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Thomson, Tested to a New Unit of Measure
What was very true for their equipment will now undoubtedly be true for the people of L.H. Thomson company who lost their founder this past weekend.
http://velonews.com/news/fea/13917.0.html
I wish my long time supporters well as they move forward.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Pretty Cool, eh?
I saw this video over at Bike Hugger that B.C. trials rider Mike Bentham put together. Pretty sweet. Makes me want to go ride...so I'm going to...right...NOW!
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Then and Now
When was the last time you talked to one of your teachers? Beyond that, when was the last time you thanked one of them?
These were my thoughts today. They came to me clearly, as clear as a afternoon sun on the mountains today as I rode my bike around for work. We've been in a bit of a funk here in Boulder without much sunlight to show us the way. I've been in a serious funk too. A little too motivated, a little directionless, and a head cold. That put me off kilter.
This morning that changed. The fog had lifted in my head, I put some goals down on paper, and I got an email that cleared things up a bit.
Today I found out one of my teachers, Jim Posante, from high school died.
Jim wasn't even my teacher directly as he taught the theater program at Greenhills High School in which I never participated. Nonetheless I learned a lot from him. I got to know him on a school sponsored student alumni trip to Boston. We were heading there to establish relationships with young Alumni in hopes to keep their educational roots in mind as they stepped forward into life.
It was one of those epic trips. A 22 hour train ride to Boston, a fire on the tracks in Schenectady forcing us into vans for the remaining hours to Boston. A long trip out to say the least. Then three days roaming Boston, going to the theater, watching Blue Man Group, long dinners with alumni, and of course some shenanigans. Jim spent a lot of time with us, showing us around Boston with our photo teacher Rob. They took us to the sights other teachers wouldn't dare. Not that they slipped us into racy stripper joints, but they fostered our creative and exploratory sides. They let us have fun and learn too. Now that is the way to teach. Those two elements aren't so homogeneous these days either.
Jim and I would always talk anytime I came back to school. He always asked me about cycling, but not in that joking manner, "You still riding that bike Mike, haha?" He always cared about your passion in life, be it cycling, acting, history, or playing pranks on everyone in school. He always supported your choice and made you even more excited about what you chose.
My parents left Ann Arbor a few years ago, so there is little reason for me to return these days. It serves as a reminder though that you should never forget where you came from and who you met along the way. Losing a teacher and friend is sad, but Jim would always want us to be happy and follow our passions. No matter what.
These were my thoughts today. They came to me clearly, as clear as a afternoon sun on the mountains today as I rode my bike around for work. We've been in a bit of a funk here in Boulder without much sunlight to show us the way. I've been in a serious funk too. A little too motivated, a little directionless, and a head cold. That put me off kilter.
This morning that changed. The fog had lifted in my head, I put some goals down on paper, and I got an email that cleared things up a bit.
Today I found out one of my teachers, Jim Posante, from high school died.
Jim wasn't even my teacher directly as he taught the theater program at Greenhills High School in which I never participated. Nonetheless I learned a lot from him. I got to know him on a school sponsored student alumni trip to Boston. We were heading there to establish relationships with young Alumni in hopes to keep their educational roots in mind as they stepped forward into life.
It was one of those epic trips. A 22 hour train ride to Boston, a fire on the tracks in Schenectady forcing us into vans for the remaining hours to Boston. A long trip out to say the least. Then three days roaming Boston, going to the theater, watching Blue Man Group, long dinners with alumni, and of course some shenanigans. Jim spent a lot of time with us, showing us around Boston with our photo teacher Rob. They took us to the sights other teachers wouldn't dare. Not that they slipped us into racy stripper joints, but they fostered our creative and exploratory sides. They let us have fun and learn too. Now that is the way to teach. Those two elements aren't so homogeneous these days either.
Jim and I would always talk anytime I came back to school. He always asked me about cycling, but not in that joking manner, "You still riding that bike Mike, haha?" He always cared about your passion in life, be it cycling, acting, history, or playing pranks on everyone in school. He always supported your choice and made you even more excited about what you chose.
My parents left Ann Arbor a few years ago, so there is little reason for me to return these days. It serves as a reminder though that you should never forget where you came from and who you met along the way. Losing a teacher and friend is sad, but Jim would always want us to be happy and follow our passions. No matter what.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Super Scrabble
Keith Jennings just blew my mind.
Did you know there was a super scrabble, because I had no idea. So the board gets bigger, the number of tiles is doubled, and the games go for a long time. We exhausted the entire board over the course of 3+ hours in a scrabble marathon. What a brilliant game.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
The Christmas Feast
Goofing off in the snow...had to get some exercise somehow.Well I didn't get as many photos of the food as I would have liked. Mostly because it was going into my mouth so fast I didn't have a free hand to take a picture of it all.
My sister was really the star of the feast show this year as she cooked up a storm, starting with cupcakes, then moving onto the second annual Gingerbread House, followed by some sick skills on the pizza front. She has some sweet moves.
Our cat Arthur was strung out all week on his new catnip toy. Absolutely hilarious.
Mom also busted out some sweet skills by making 5 of these ice candles. Its easy to do, just fill a bucket with water, put it outside so it starts to freeze. When it is almost totally frozen, empty out the last of the water and then drop a candle inside. Light and enjoy.
Times like these that make me a very happy person. I've got more pictures posted to various sites, so if you want more let me know.
Also scored some sweet CD's in the gift melee, The National and American Analog Set. Scored some more goodness from some friends as well including The Stars, MGMT, Okkervil River, and Josh Ritter. New music is such a breath of fresh air.
Cool runnings...
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