- Public policy is hard work. Don't believe too hard in anybody who tells you they are going to make everything better. They can't possibly be serious, and if they are, you should probably be afraid of them.
- Meaning well, which earns people extra credit in our hearts, means nothing to the physical world, which is filled with physical problems that are staggeringly immune to our good intentions. Good intentions don't help solve physics problems.
- Big plans usually go awry. Don't try a big plan that affects other people unless you've figured out the million or so small action items you'll need to do to get the big thing fixed. Square away the logistics before you put the troops ashore at Normandy.
A new curse word - "SCHLEEEEECCCCCKKKK!"
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Frank Schleck's new theme song: The un-gay-est version of "I Will Survive" ever recorded, by Cake.
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I'm getting kinda amped for the Tour de France. I'm down with Versus ads - "Screw the dopers." It should be pretty wide open this year, again an open race. Here, have a little trippy freaky-deaky Kraftwerk and vintage race footage to help get your mind right.
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What do you do if you're Didi Senft, and the TdF is in those boring, slow, flat stages, where it doesn't make sense to try to run alongside the riders?
Why, you make an enormous guitar-shaped bicycle and ride it around wearing your devil suit, of course!
If Didi riding a guitar-bicycle doesn't get you amped up for the tour, you gots problems.
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Finally, I give you... Baconhenge!
10 comments:
Good stuff. I'm just now reading about the Great Society. W/o going into it, it pretty well proves your point.
Dude, I saw that Schleck crash. Good grief. I esp like the way he crosses the line kissing his medallion. I grew in in a *very* sheltered area and growing up didn't realize medallions were a Catholic thing, I just thought it was something pro cyclists did.
Kraftwerk's Tour de France album is really good.
I think you could do all of Tour of Washington County on one serving of Baconhenge. How cool a 'cross trophy would that make?
Are those Twinkies? I think my arteries hardened a little bit just from looking at the picture.
I read about the Schleck dive but that video is just nuts. He was obviously channelling Jens when he climbed back up the hill.
As for Baconhenge... it looks like it's set on a bed of potato bake. While I was looking at that picture I called my cardiologist. Just out of pure reflex.
Chris, going at around NP 325, I burn ~1200 kcal/hour. That would get me through the roadrace, and the first part of the TT. Y'know, if I was an omnium/stage race kind of guy.
John - If they aren't Twinkies, they oughtta be. Wash that down with a pint glass of Bloody Mary, you'll be in *good* shape. Good shape to take a nap maybe.
Thanks for the Friday cheer. I'm in much the same frame of mind. With the economy in the tank, health issues, etc, a guy just wants to stay on the counch and watch cycling videos. Man, does that bacon look good! A big helping of that might just snap me out of this funk...
So, who does the gayest version of "I Will Survive?"
Um did the flying cyclist survive?
My tummy hurts after looking at baconhedge. I suspect that is bacon-wrapped texas toast most likely on top of scalloped potatoes or something like that. Down home cooking fer sure.
Boz, I don't want to meet the problem that bacon can't fix. Yes, that's right; if you meet me meting out meat puns, you've met my
Brother Yam - I do the gayest version of "I Will Survive" pretty much any damn time I sing it.
Bella, if your tummy hurts... you should put some bacon in it. That will fix it right up. I was thinking the beams were comprised of French Toast, and that they're sitting in a huge pile of eggy hash or an omelet, but it could be scalloped potatoes. One thing for sure, if you're eating that, you aren't worried a whole hell of a lot about exactly what's in it.
Jim
you've met my metier Boz. My damn metier.
That's what I was trying to type before the big brain fart.
Jim
Cake... I want a girl with a short skirt and a loooong jacket. Guess I'm on the wrong blog; I should check out Copenhagen Cycle Chic instead.
Long ago, in a galaxy far far away (or at least in England in the late '70s) I worked in the public housing sector, so that article from The Atlantic contained no surprises. They were the most depressing years of my life.
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