August 02, 2007
Bicycle Riding
I rode the most this last month more than I've ever ridden in my life. I did 460 miles in July. It was amazing. I literally saw myself lose inches and gain muscle.
That's pretty much what like has consisted of; riding the bike, working at the bike shop, and hanging out with The Dude.
Fresno has been hot and the air quality here sucks ass. It's disgusting. The Dude and I constantly say things like, Let's go get brunch and bloody mary's somewhere with live music; and then we laugh and laugh and laugh - because obviously there is no such thing anywhere around here. Oh, well maybe we could join the country club or something!!
so, we just ride bikes. we ride motorbikes and pedalbikes.
I am addicted to the motorcycle, addicted to speed!!
I'm off for bloody marys and brunch, hahahahahahahahahaha.
Posted by meloknee at 10:20 AM | Comments (0)
September 09, 2005
Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story
by: Check Klosterman
I'm not much for book reviews (or reviewing books). I don't read them because I don't really trust other people's opinions. Too many people like things because they think they are supposed to or bash on people because that's the hip thing to do.
I don't write them for many reasons:
1) Who am I to judge a book beyond whether or not I liked it. I mean, sure, if there were spelling or grammar errors I could write about that, but I'm not a good fiction writer so I don't know that I should be judging someone that has gone through many editors, rewrites and struggles to get the book published.
2) I'm not good at arguing my point. Yes, verbally I can argue a point to death but on paper, against myself, I lose interest in my position in about 2.5 seconds. I need the verbal combat.
3) I am constantly afraid that I am WRONG. My opinion is wrong. Like in high school AP English when I would never seem to figure out the "Right" interpretation of some damn Shakespeare poem.
With that being said, I like this book. It isn't mind blowing or heart wrenching. What it is is like having a long conversation with close friend.
What I like most are the multiple conversations strategically placed throughout the book that Chuck has with his friend Lucy Chance.
In the end when he is talking to Lucy while waiting for his plane and they make plans for the day he gets back to NY to get a drink at the bar they always go to, I want to be him. I want to be this guy who went on a long journey searching for answers to death, love and relationships and then at the end of it all may not have learned anything except that you have a friend, back home that has been holding your seat at your bar.
Posted by meloknee at 10:03 AM | Comments (9)