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If you're not a geek cyclist like me, you've probably never heard of one of my bike heros, Dave Zabriskie. But he wore the yellow jersey for three days in last year's Tour de France, and in addition to being an exceptionally strong rider he's a very smart and funny guy, a poet, really. A profane, surreal, esoteric poet. Click on the link below to hear the voice of the great velo-trickster. Oh, and did Floyd Landis dope? Sigh. I don't know...
My friend Jim and I dined at Cue, which is super shmancy (and excellent)(and expensive). His desert had a little piece of gold on top of it. Also note the shiny chocolate bar, which was melted with a blow torch, and the artistic brush of chocolate on the plate...
Nicollet Island is a weird and magical place, just up river of the only waterfall in the Mississippi. On it are some of the oldest homes in Minneapolis, a fancy restaurant, a railroad crossing, a suspension bridge, and a high school. Here's one tiny view. More to come.
As I play around with it, I'm getting more and more excited about this product. It's really fun! Here are a couple of packaging shots I took today for the first two versions we're going to release, Serene Buddha and Greek God. These will hit the stores in 90 days...
Ahhh, summer...
I think it says:
I have a relationship with the wheels of my bicycle
1 (one) that I "see" thereby understand it or know it
*2 what contacts directly, ground ll mass or substance. ll *2
provide no part of it- 'go out of shape'
When it's 90 degrees and humid, you gotta air out the ferret...
Are you familiar with Bird's Eye Maple? Well, here's an example of it occuring in nature, up at my mother-in-law's cabin in northern Wisconsin. This is probably 300 pounds worth. Someday I plan on harvesting it and making some really cool stuff...
Ahh, summer...
The sprig of raspberry I planted next to our sidewalk a couple of years ago has spread into many, which now produce bowls and bowls of berries, all in about two weeks. So I made a concrete sign with our Poetry Stones Kit. Most of the year it lays on its back behind the plant; when the fruit ripens I stand it upright for passers by.
