Go to content Go to navigation Go to search

RIP Robert Pirsig and a late "tuck you" to Earth Day


First things first. As much as they deny it now, back in the day, the jackasses who decided to step thousands of years into the past and worship nature Gods picked this asshole to be their Dr facto spokesman. When you spend your time dreaming of the extinction of the human race, what's one hippy chick, more or less?

Remember folks, I'm an environmentalist. I hate litter and pollution. But not at the expense of people. So give a hoot, don't pollute, but also don't murder your girlfriend and go into hiding and mooch off of gullible and stupid rock stars and artists for twenty years. It's a bad look.

And speaking of nuts, Robert Pirsig died. He wrote about going nuts in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Sort of. He had a schizophrenic break as a young man and wrote this book, I think, to make some sense out of it. There really is no sense to be made, and the book depressed me when I read it.

I wonder if there's some kind of genetic incompatibility between western people and eastern thought that can give rise to serious mental illness? Maybe it's the meditation or intense concentration it takes to really understand eastern thinking. I don't know, but I once had the idea that a civilization based on reason and experimentation (the idea that you can understand nature by putting smaller and smaller pieces of it into a box and observing it to understand how it works), didn't jive well with meditation without action. At any rate, it seems that occidentals who get deep into eastern philosophy go nuts at a higher rate. Or at least that's how it seems to me, but it may be a personality thing, at any rate, I threw away my copy of the Bhagavad Gita, lost my copy of the Vedas and didn't like this book. RIP Robert.

Bookmark and Share

All right, you "fashion-forward" screwheads


There is a difference between a "button-up" shirt and a "button-down" shirt. Learn it.

Forget it. I'll learn it for you.

A "button-down" shirt has little buttons to fasten down the collar. As opposed to; a tab that buttons under the tie, plastic or metal collar stays that get shoved in the corners of the collar and lost in the wash, or nothing at all except for a strong belief in the wearers own moral superiority. A "button-up" shirt has buttons on the front that hold it closed. As opposed to studs or, God forbid, a shirtfront. You would never have a button-down collar on a shirt that isn't a button-up, but you MAY have a button-up shirt that is not a button-down.

Got it?

In other news, the "Today" show? A bunch of fucking idiots.

Bookmark and Share

I just gotta say


I am back down to where I should be. I'm wearing my favorite pants again. It's been 5 years. 5. That's insane, I know. Who keeps pants that don't fit for five years? maddad. That's who. They fit now. and are even a bit big. Now I still can't lift what I could five years ago, but my endurance is better. I could probably stand to lose another ten pounds, if I'm honest, but given where I store my flab, I don't think my pants size will change any more than it has.

I will probably attempt to get rid of those 10 extra pounds before I have to have shoulder surgery in the fall, just as a precaution.

I'll probably up my big lifts over the next month or so and keep riding 50 miles a week. Maybe more if I can get outside.

So there. This, plus the fact that I quit smoking almost fifteen years ago makes me better than you.

Bookmark and Share