How many times have I typed this?
I have been putting off this blog update for some time. Honestly I think everyone who knows me has heard this story already. Last week I rode a train back home from Atlanta to Birmingham and spent a week in the hospital. I tethered to the wall by sensors attached to a sensory array. I basically had twenty or so sensors glued →
Critical Mass in Atl
Unfortunately I missed it again. It is pretty easy to imagine what it is like to ride with 200-300 other cyclist in downtown Atlanta. He is a video. fdisk003 - Critical Mass Atlanta [April 08] from fdisk on Vimeo. They occur once a month on the last Friday of the month at 6pm at Woodruff park. Look for the HUGE mass of bikes!
The Sopo Bike co-op made the paper!
An article was published about the Bike Co-op I volunteer sometimes. A picture of me was also published in a P&D swords shirt no less. Original article here The Atlanta Journal-Constitution ajc.com > Living Non-profit bike shop gets cyclists in gear By JAMIE GUMBRECHT The Atlanta Journal-Constitution Published on: 04/21/08 It was a frigid night in late 2004 when the lights went out on a potluck dinner of →
Please be kind and silence your cell phone.
No sooner than the stage manager said this, as if on cue. RING! Rinnng! Since I moved to Atlanta, the past few weeks have definitely lacked casual socialization. That plus my recent trip to the hospital and the fact I almost passed out at work the next day, my friends suggested I cancel the race I was throwing Friday night. Surprisingly I →
This was said to me.
And I couldn't not post it. Unfortunately, prohibitively expensive bicycles don't just come up to you and place themselves between your legs like friendly dogs or people with low self-esteem. You've got to purchase them with money--like pedigree dogs or people with low self-esteem who have turned to prostitution"
Unfamiliar ceilings too familiar views
It is one thing to wake up, not recognize the ceiling, and then look over and see a cute girl wrapped around your arm. It is completely different to wake up, not recognize the ceiling and have a blood pressure cuff wrapped around your arm......again. I was on my fixed gear chasing one of my co-workers home from work when I →
Is that grinding sound me or the bike?
I ambled up to the registration point trying my best to affect my usual cocky swagger. “Is this where I register for the Rwanda alleycat?“ ”Yeah, but ummmm, you can’t walk.“ Pointing out the fact I limped up to the place they were sitting, and that I was currently leaning all of my weight on my bike. ”It is ok this isn't not →
Friday Night Peachtree Runs Downtown.
Since the weather is getting nicer. I want to try to bring back one of the older traditions I heard died out. I have done it alone and I would enjoy doing it with a crowd. Lets see some Friday night lights! Where Start: Margaret Mitchell Square (top side of Woodruff park in Downtown) When Start: we launch @ 12pm next friday night (4/18/08) Where →
Liars, all liars
I remember lying on my back in the street watching the clouds pass over head and thinking to myself, "how did I end up here?" After a few minutes of watching a bunny shaped cloud bounce by, I remembered that I was supposed to be learning to unicycle. Whoever said that falling off of a unicycle doesn't hurt as much as falling →
How do you insure something epic will happen?
Look into your camera bag and realize that your slr has only 1 shot left, and then soon afterward your camera battery goes dead and your day will most likely be epic. Much earlier today while wrenching a bike at the co-op, I made a casual remark and I get in return; "Oh shit! you must be Court." "Yeah I am," thinking to →
I Found Out Industrial Music Causes Seizures.
Really, should the kid with the seizure disorder have front row at indie shows two days in a row? While standing outside of Starbar in Little Five Points trying to figure out how to lock up my unicycle. I realized that in that more or less in the past two days I seen no less than seven smaller indie bands →
I have a condition and the only cure is more cowbell!
Since I have gotten to Atlanta, my seizures have gotten a lot worse. In both severity and frequency. Mostly is has to do with the amount of stress I have put myself. I am under constant pressure without appropriate amounts of release. Basically I have been run non-stop since I have gotten here. Constant projects and commitments and stuff. For →
