Is a growing problem. Watch the informational video.
Oct 26, 2007 | sarcas-to-matic 0
Damn. First those pesky Iranians, now Canada has the audacity to pursue nuclear energy. Fire up the F-18’s boys, we’re going canuck huntin.
BP admits guilt in Texas city refinery explosion. About damn time.
A little humor to coax you through the last day of this very long week, from New Zealand’s forth most popular folk parody duo. Other great ones including the humans are dead and more.
Weird foods you find in cans. Like Reindeer pate. Poor Rudolph
The real reason for the fall of the Roman empire: a spoiled brat.
If there’s anything I learned at Texas A&M, its that traditions are important, even when they’re stupid, sadistic and involve holding up football scores for dead dogs (more on that story at a later date). Anyhow, this past weekend we observed the tradition of riding our bikes in a big circle for 24 hours. Why ? I’m not really sure. Is it fun ? In hind site, yes, but not while we’re actually doing it. Will I do it again ? Of course. Pics from the fun.
Many thanks to the awesome support team of rob and liz, without whom we would have quit at 12:15 pm.
A comprehensive piece by the Times about the west’s struggle for drinking water
Bicycle Sport Shop combines two of my favorite things: bikes and coffee. Having finished up the bicycle portion of my shopping adventure, I was en route to the coffee sector when something very shinny caught my eye (as people who know me can attest something that distracts me form coffee is fairly impressive).The Langster is a limited edition single speed (only 1000 of each were made), with a reversible back wheel that you can flip over and used as a fixed-wheel if you are so-inclined. Specialized also did really a cool thing here - instead of naming their bikes by some obscure system of three-letter-acronyms, they personalized each model to a city, right down to the custom paint job, with matching chain color in the case of my favorite the London (complete with tube-map).It’s a damn good thing they didn’t have one in my size…
Ninety-mile road rides, 24-hour Mountain bike races - Soemtimes it seems a little silly to me, all this self-inflicted ‘fun.’ Then there’s these guys -
And so the clock starts and the taillights flare, and they’re off again, strapped down, fueled up, and bound on an outlaw enterprise with 2,795 miles of interstate and some 31,000 highway cops between them and the all-time speed record for crossing the American continent on four wheels.
The gear is all bought and loaded. Twenty packs of Nat Sherman Classic Light cigarettes, check. Breath mints, check. Glucose and guarana, Visine and riboflavin, Gatorade and Red Bull, mail-order porta-pissoir bags of quick-hardening gel, check.
Yup, I’m not crazy. Read the full article over on wired. (via kottke)
