Hi Internet. Bet you thought I died huh? Well I’m still alive and, believe it or not, I’ve just broken the world record by winning my ninth gold medal. In your faces Spitz ‘n Phelps! But you won’t see me on the Wheaties box. You’re probably wondering what sport it is that I’ve won all these gold medals in right? Well honestly, I don’t really know. I’m not even sure if these medals are real gold. Or if they’re even medals. (OMG one of them has chocolate inside!) I can’t read the writing on them, so it must be Chinese. Right? I’m not really very good at any sports, but I’m proud to represent my country in my own mediocre way.
Olympic World Record, I have two words for you: HAH!
In further pursuit of mediocrity I offer this post. Just letting you know I’m still here. Been really busy at work as we count down the days until the arrival of our largest ever class of first year students (that’s what we call “freshmen” nowadays). Other important family events are in play now too. But I don’t want to jinx them (hint: wedding!). There’s good news and bad news on the Route 114 Cairn. It was up on August 9, when I rode the Henniker-Hillsborough loop, but my wife reports that it’s since been knocked down again.
I just don’t get why somebody keeps knocking the cairn down. Any who … the summer now draws to its inevitable close. On this solo bike ride, one day after 08/08/2008 I pondered the meaning of this special date. Our state lottery closed the Pick 3 game from any further draws of 888. I missed the chance for a timely post on the significance of those babies born at 8:08am on 8/8/2008. Good thing since I have no idea what that significance might actually be. If anything. That instant was like every other NOW before and after it, the infinitesimal timespan of the present. Could it be that somewhere an intersection exists between the small infinity of now and large infinity of eternity? Would it matter?
Sorry, I just watched Wild Strawberries and got a little over-expanded. Let’s refocus. On that August 9th ride I encountered an unusual sequence of roadside detritus. I think I’ve previously written that the dead cigarette lighter is one of the most common roadside discards, beyond cigarette butts and empty soda cans and bottles. And a pennywhistle was only seen once.
100mg of Viagra is quite a dose I’ll bet … The object down the road a bit began to suggest a storyline of sorts. A fairly sad and unappealing story perhaps. A story that neither of the protagonists will be relating to their coworkers at McDonalds the next day … or maybe they would tell their coworkers … Let the pictures tell it …
As always, thanks for reading my dear bloggefreunde! Catch you on the flipside!