Bagel-Dorito Sandwhich

Delicious dish

Excellent for energy

Consume once daily

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Toasted onion Bagel

Smeared with some plain cream cheese

Doritos between

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Talking to your Parents while Tripping on Acid.

Let me preface this by saying that talking to your parents on acid is terribly wrong, they may freak out and get worried by ones odd behavior. Also you may alter the path your trip was on by talking with said parents, basically I don’t recommend it.

I was reading one of the Rudius blogs; http://www.philalawyer.net/ . He was talking about friends tripping on airplanes, which in my opinion has to be worse than talking to your parents, but it got me to thinking about the time Tammy(m), Hughsey and I all took tabs and went to the mall. It was sweet, I got a haircut, possibly one of the most pleasurable skin tingling experiences ever had. Tim and I got to the final level on a first-person shooter game, Area 51, on 50 cents, we had a crowd of people standing around watching us.

When it was time to go home we were still tripping pretty hard, so of course I drove. Man were we smart back in those days. I was hoping the parents would be asleep by the time we got back but of course they were still up on the couch directly between the kitchen and the destination, the basement.

Since they were watching a movie I don’t think they noticed our odd behavior. I couldn’t tell them we had been at the mall for 5 hours because they would think it’s a bit weird so I made something up about going to arena football an hour away. The whole time Jon had a smirk on his face like he was holding back wild laughter or puke, borderline. Tammy took his hat off and his hair made to points like devil horns out the front with the rest of his hair forward (at least that’s what it looked like to me at the time). I don’t know how I was able to compose my self for that short time but somehow they didn’t question us too much further and we ran to the basement to trip and smoke more ganja.

So back to what got me on this subject, the writer's friends took acid on a cross-continental flight with their parents! Amazing, unthinkable, unimaginable and nothing bad of note happened. I recommend his blog, excellent writing.

7 In a row...

Yanks lost their 7th straight last night not too mention 4th straight against the bo-sox. We went to the Lazy dog to catch the game and some grub and I think we were the only Yankee fans in there. Not a good night 4-run 8th made it 11-4 sox and time to leave, the waitress had another plan. She had avoided us all night and now that our beer and food were done I guess she thought she was done. We were close to walking out but decided against, she finally showed up with the check. A round of whiskey shots and we were out. At least I got my offer today for a new job and I'm finally moving on up...

The Rapture of the Bees...or A World less sweet...

"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." - Charles Schultz

The Bees are Dyeing!!!

No more Honey!!!!

Are Honey Bees the canary in the coal mine?

Should this be the Inconvenient Truth people are talking about, are we paying too much attention to Global warming? Well, no just not enough to this.

Many people don't realize the vital role bees play in maintaining a balanced eco-system. According to experts, if bees were to become extinct then humanity would perish after just four years.

"If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man," said Albert Einstein.

Osama bin Ladens final plan begins to take action.....Wheres Jack Bauer when you need him?

"Approximately 40 percent of my 2,000 colonies are currently dead and this is the greatest winter colony mortality I have ever experienced in my 30 years of beekeeping," apiarist Gene Brandi, from the California State Beekeepers Association, told Congress recently.

The article states that U.S. bee colonies have been dropping since 1980 and the number of beekeepers have halved. ( I would attribute this to standard economics, mergers, acquisitions, bee-outs, etc...)

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/24/science/24bees.html?_r=1&oref=slogin

"In many cases, scientists have found evidence of almost all known bee viruses in the few surviving bees found in the hives after most have disappeared. Some had five or six infections at the same time and were infested with fungi -- a sign, experts say, that the insects' immune system may have collapsed."

It's some kind of super hybrid mutant disease, don't let the bees breath on you honey...

Is it out of the realm of possibility that a terrorist organization has manipulated the chemicals being sprayed on our crops causing this potential future environmental breakdown? Is it beyond reasonable belief that this is all the cause of a government controlled population reduction plan? Or is this just another episode of big business destroying the environment on the road to big profits?

My theory: The bees are being abducted for experiments by aliens from distant galaxies in order to learn of their culture. The bees that are found left behind have been poisoned by the abductors so that no word can be spread of our imminent doom. The unfortunate alien who's task it is to carry out the anal examinations would develop very severe eyestrain, I imagine. or not.

Or, what if there are Killer Mutant Bees on the rampage moving from hive to hive devouring all bees in site as their taste for pollen has turned to a taste for bee-blood. Only leaving behind the bloody and near-dead that managed to escape but not without new disease's carried by these insatiable bee-vampires.

Chew on this: The United States grows nearly two-thirds of all genetically engineered crops. Last year about 130 million acres were planted with GMs (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genetically_modified_food).

Much of the soy, corn, cotton and canola have had a gene inserted into their DNA (I don't think this is what Darwin was talking about) to produce pesticides systemically throughout the plants created and patented by Monsanto. Monsanto also produces genetically modified crops designed not to die when herbicides are sprayed on them. In a perfect biotech world, only the weeds would be killed. But Mother Nature has a way of outwitting human designs. So, now the weeds are becoming resistant to the herbicide sprays and frustrated farmers are putting on more and more poisons.

Eventually we are going to kill this planet whether we bomb each other off it, starve all living things to death or drown when the ice caps melt. Until then I'll be doin my thing tryin not to bring my own ending too soon.

Interesting weekend...

First of all check out this clip, best Car commercial ever, classic SNL from a few years ago...
http://www.pistolwimp.com/media/29939/

Quarter century past since that fateful night, 4/21/1982 @ 12:20am, man I feel Old...

The Alarm went off at 4:45, I knew that was the only way we would be out the door by 5:30. We pull into the lower lot A-basin at exactly 7, The Poudre was already parked, popped and the clown had visions of Jameson and sugarplums dancing in his head. We proceeded to fire up the grill make mimosa's and awake Clown-boy from his slumber.

Ginger, Adderandy, and some kid from Mass, showed up first just after 7:30 they are ready with the grill and pipes packed, time for round 2 of mimosa's and egg sandwiches. It's gonna be a good day...

Johnnie Texas and Grandpa showed up with dead-weight(I+II) and Jack a bit later than expected due to a rash of Jameson shots being ordered at the bar last night to the tone of roughly 7 shots each in under 30 minutes. Dead Weight II wasn't even able to hold water down he spent most of the day puking next to The Poudre. At this point the whiskey was flowing freeley, the keg was buried in the snow filling everyones cups with rapid efficiency, and the grill was on working on the third round of breakfast sausage.

More to come...

St. Jamerson’s day

We had planned on hitting the road at 5:30, seeing Eek-a-mouse the night before helped delay the start to around 7. Groggy eyed and hung-over we were on the road, luckily Grandpa was staying in Breck and was there early enough to snag a good spot.

We pull into the lot just before 9:30 thanks to oversized parking lot that is I-70. We get right down to business. As I’m pouring the first round of car-bombs a PB’er gets tossed in my direction, reflexively I grab it pop the top and take a sip, perfect breakfast. After the second round of car bombs it was time to cook, 48 pack of sausage, check, 5lb slab of bacon, check, PB’er in hand, check. A sausage wrapped in bacon, a beer, and many shots of Jamerson (grandpa slurs his speech after a few and can’t help but add the r so now we all do) later it was time for the first, and what would be the last, run of the day.

We were riding up the Lenawee lift with Grandpa and some unsuspecting random skier who thought it would be safe to ride with us. Little did he know we have the maturity of 12 year olds when drinking and skiing together. It starts off innocently enough, he hits my ski with his pole once, and I hit him back, this escalates quicker than instant oatmeal. Basically it was the ‘your-it’ scene from dumb and dumber but on a chairlift. I swear the guy next to us was ready to jump off half way up.

The ride down was a roller coaster of confusion speed and two crashes, luckily non-injured. But I don’t think the people I ran into appreciated it too much. No more runs, time to get back to camp, fire the grill back up crack a PB’er and pass the Jam-o around. We didn’t come to ski today anyway.

Super Betasso

10.7 miles up (6.9 from grandpa's) 2.75 loop (x2) 5.5 down the link back

Leave my apartment around 5:15 to meet up with Grandpa for a super loop. We call him that because he's all of 1 year older than most of our other friends, and never hesitates to impart upon us his infinite wisdom, things like if its worth doing, its worth over doing, and other Chevy Chase-esque values. This will be the first time starting in Boulder, normally we would drive up to the loop and do a few laps but it's time to turn it up a notch in regards to training for the Triathlon in 8 weeks. He's pretty much ready when I get there but of course clown-boy is around and needs to come up and put his two cents in about whatever random existential low-brow comments were being tossed around the room before we knew he was listening. This is a guy that graduated from RPI, works as a bartender now and spends his free time teaching himself about the dynamics of kinematics and riding his imitation Harley, hence, clown-boy.

The road west only goes up. To get to the loop from Grandpas we had to bike up canyon towards Ned, which is not too steep but a consistent pitch none the less. The beginning isn't so bad just set the pace and go, once you turn up Sugarloaf Road it's a different story. It begins to rain, but the sun is being persistent. This happens all the time here, Mother Nature can never commit to bad weather and she keeps it pleasant even when it rains. The last 1.5mi before the loop is twice as steep as what we had been pedaling up, now its time to work. There is an expansive rainbow overhead as my calves begin to cramp and I start the ascent of Sugarloaf Road.

The loop. Stop to rehydrate briefly then out into the Betasso Preserve. I could tell today was going to be muddy, mainly because it rained the night before and most of the day and even a bit on the ride up. The loop starts with a short up hill followed by some fun downhill, right before the down there was a stretch of mud that would make a pig smile. The consistency would be that of the underside of a hippopotamus tongue, gooey and sticky with just enough slip to feel like the front tire is always about to wash out, and enough stick to make it feel like there is a 200lb gorilla on the bike with you. The down was dry enough, for the most part, to get some good speed and scare the poop out of yourself. 2 laps later my quads and calves are swollen, my knees are aching and I can’t stop smiling. Time for the link trail. The link is a steep technical downhill that takes you back to Canyon just before the turnoff for Sugarloaf. Fast switch backs, mini mud wall rides, and a steep loose rock section at the bottom comprise the trail, it can be difficult, painful and a blast. Once we get back to the road it's a smooth ride back into town, to chipotle to refuel then the Walrus for tall PBR's and buck hunter. Man I love it here.