"Microbes! You may get my bodyin the end, but you will never get my dreams!"
Letters (to the On theStreet Penthouse Suite)
#1 Portland Cycle Rage
Nico may have sent thisto you already.
Hereis a video of a cyclist who got knocked off his bike onto the hood of acar. And in classic "TJ Hooker style" is holding ontothehood for dear life, captured randomly on video for all to see...
#2 Call for Entries
#3 Hold the Presses
Literally as I'm about to finish looking under rocks in my inbox forsomething that feels like a legitimate letter (no offense Tops, butthat 'walk across the aisle' still hurts) in comes this letter from JJ.
here are those two localblogs I mentioned last night
and our new RooseveltPark blog: http://rooseveltpark.blogspot.com/
Downtown Highlife Approaches the Terrible Twos
In another month will somehow be the 2 year anniversary of the unfamousDowntown Highlife Bicycle Club last Friday rides. It's beenan evolving (or devolving) process, but the numbers are up and thespirits are high. Even pedicabs are now showing up. And to further emphasize this point, they can be seenhere in the right side of the frame, exuberantly monkeywrenchingdowntown transportation, or something to that effect.
It would be incredible (and incredibly expensive) but I wonder what itwould be like to hire a pedicab for the next DHBC. One wouldprobably have to go to Penners beforehand to get properly decked out.
The ride took us out to Woodlawn Lake. Though it looks like ascene from Miami Vice, we're actually not hauling ass across the lakein a cigar boat but instead are sitting on a weird floating dock. Woodlawn Lake has become a consistent destination, which isanother way of saying variety is needed.
After a turn up to Jefferson High School the route turned back to Fredfor an extended coast downhill, ending up at Angie's Icehouse. The jukebox wasn't working and here a mechanic rolled up thesleeves and dug in. I can only hope that Freddy Fender wassoon playing after we left.
One of the DHBC insiders had a connection to Logan's Bar downtown...sowe ended up at Logan's. Here, a band from San Marcos ripsthrough a metal cover of the Stones Paint it Black.
After getting lagniappes of Lone Star people became drunk on power anddecided to roll over to Limelight and NOT PAY COVER. It wasafter 1pm so the grey area was there to be explored. After some display of feathers, we all get in free.
I'm not sure of the name of this band. They were like bonusfootage. The headliner had already wrapped and they played amini-set in front of the stage. Their first few songs wereincredible instrumentals. The later few seemed like anotherband, but I'm pretty sure it was all the same.
(And on a sidenote, this was a foto taken with the 1600 ISO setting onthe camera, which looks like it was taken with a cellphone, which isdemoralizing considering the camera has some sort of Leica lens.)
The Dignowity Hill Puschart Derby returned for another yearof family fun, and another year of soul crushing domination by LaFamalia as they won their fourth race in a row. But would we want it any other way?