Sonora (again)

It’s a beautiful day at the x-bar ranch near Sonora Texas, and I seem to be flying through the air. No really, that’s not a poetic biking metaphor, I’m actually airborne. A moment ago, me and my bike were working on improving our position, after a fairly respectable start. Now my bike is in a tree somewhere behind me and I am presented with the curious dilemma of selecting between pointing rocks and ponty-er cactus (in the end I choose to split the difference).

Yup, this is going to hurt.

Rained a bit…

Tennis ball sized hail, trees down, car windows blown out. good times up in Clarksville last night.

NPR in Sichuan Province

I don’t have a lot of kind things to say to most journalists these days. The fourth estate has failed us badly over the past eight years of patriot acts, wire-taps and torture policies. But as always there’s an exception. Melissa Block and Robert Siegel were in China’s Sichuan Province covering other stories when the earthquake hit. The reports they’ve been filing are both incredibly compassionate and professional, painting a picture with their words and ambient audio that the talking heads on CNN could never come close too. 

Follow their blog or find your local NPR station. 

Hookers and Halo

A Texas teen goes on a $30K spending spree with his friends, culminating in the hiring two escorts who they decided spend the evening… playing Halo with. Kids today….

All Streets

A map of the country with all borders removed, and only the roads shown.

Click It or Ticket

I have a theory that the Texas Department of transportation has it in for Austin. I think they sit up in their offices in Dallas, making Mister Burn’s-like gestures and ponder different ways to fuck up central Texas. Usually, it’s just by not building any new roads for 30 years, or giving all the construction money to other cities so we have to Toll our highways. And don’t get me started on the debacle that is the Trans Texas Corridor.

Then there’s the condos downtown. There are highrises sprouting allover the place, with the number of cranes making it look like a mini Dubai. I generally support the concept of urban-core density but this is getting a little out of hand. One particularly ugly one is The Monarch, called thus because of the V shaped roof. Originally, I was hoping that it was a mini roof top stadium where they would host the new American Gladiator competition and the loser would get pitched off the roof (sadly no), but apparently it’s just supposed to be reminiscent of a butterfly. Right.

Well to make matters worse, these two bastions of Dallas-ite-ism (it’s not a word but you know what I mean), teamed up this weekend to unfurl a three story tall, block-wide banner, for the click-it-or ticket campaign. Now I’m know math expert, but I do know a little bit about printing, and seriously, you guys couldn’t have use some of that money to say, fix some pot holes? And as far as the building goes, what the hell would posses you to spend millions on luxury high-rise apartment, and then hang a picture of a seatbelt from a 1985 buick, the size of a football field off of it? The real estate market must be very much in the crapper.  It’s not even facing any major roads accept 5th street (lots of 80 mph collisions there). You might be able to get a glimpse of the massive eyesore from mopac as you cross the lake, but more than likely you’ll be so distracted by the ugliness, you’ll loose control of the car and go barreling through the guardrails to your doom. Hopefully you were wearing your seatbelt though.

15th Street Sunset

The iphone camera isn’t half bad and surprisingly easy to use while driving…

Saving America

As gas approaches the same cost per gallon as Boone’s Finer Farms Strawberry Wine, it’s clear that things are not going well. Well, the hell with the politicos, I’ve figured out how to solve 90% of the countries problems – My Rage. That’s right, through a highly advanced (patent pending) piece of hardware (see fig 1a), my crack team of researchers has figured out how to transfer my anger directly into the drive-train of my Subaru.

Initial tests indicate that having people cut into my lane without signaling yielded only marginal results. However, we found that the rage-to-torque meter was pegged when they replayed George Bush’s presidential speeches on a loop. While the results are good there is a concern that listening to the president talk that much could make unwary drivers profoundly dumber. However seeing as the American public elected the guy twice, its hard to see how this could really have any large-scale negative effect (you can also get even better results by hooking Keith Olberman up to the device, but that’s logistically difficult).

Expect to see our revolutionary RoadRage(tm) hit the streets in December of 2012, just before the end of the world predicted by the Mayan calendar.

High Line Blog

A blog dedicated to the NYC’s High Line,  a section of elevated rail that’s being turned into a park, scheduled to start opening next year.

Webby

Inexplicably, one of the my sites at work has won a webby. Even more strange, we beat Brad Pitt’s NOLA Charity site (although he is wearing a stupid hat).