FTW... I'm going to live here:

http://thechive.com/2009/01/15/the-most-remote-place-on-earth-17-photos/

Who are you?

http://www.yourscenesucks.com/

you sir, are grizzled!with a wardrobe that looks like it was donated to a thrift store by either crosby, stills or nash in 1971 and a beard that has its own zip code, this indie icon has a devout army of worshippers who follow his every whispered word.the lethargic lo-fi lethario is known to lock himself in a cabin for months on end to craft minimalistic folksy songs. by the end of his self-imposed exile, all he has produced is a stream of hushed whispers with barely fingerpicked guitar strums. his musical works are recommended by doctors as a suitable alternative for ambien. in a matter of verses he could put down an army of mexican wrestlers hopped up on redbull.one might say his songs give them the chills, but that is only because they passed out listening and forgot to get a blanket.

he's the last of a dying breed. the prehistoric emo only emerges from the depths of his studio apartment when his favorite bands reunite for one last show- and even then, he shows no sign of enthusiasm whatsoever.
once an avid fan of the underground emo scene, he now cringes at the sight of today's batch of kids. he avoids mainstream media altogether, would rather listen to npr than podcasts and has no idea why anyone would panic at a disco. his favorite thrift stores are now raided by trend-hopping teens, making him resort to wearing the same vintage tees he has had for years.
he cries when he listens to pinkerton and spends days at a time organizing his vinyl collection. he refuses to join the kids on the current social networking sites as he finds them repulsive, yet seems to forget about the long since abandoned makeoutclub account he made years ago.
his casual-yet-somewhat dorky look has become the mainstream, and he is no longer identified as the emo king he once was. tear.

I'm part Prehistoric Emo, part Indie Jesus. While I am somewhat proud of who I am, I'm still a little disappointed that I fit so easily into a stereotype. Where has all of the originality in the world gone? Was there ever really any in the first place? "Oh we like sheep..."

I remember the days when I was one of ten kids in my high school wearing skinny jeans, but even I wasn't the originator of that. I was copying the girls around me ;) Now when you ride/ drive through a school zone, you'd be lucky to see a boy wearing baggies... Even in the hood.

Tonight I'm going to re-live a little more of my high school days past. I signed up for a session of indoor soccer for the first time in 3 years. I used to eat, sleep, drink soccer but had a hard time playing after abandoning my dreams of trying to make it from the bottom up in Europe. During the Christmas break I played with a bunch of friends from HS and got worked. I've decided running is good for your core, and I need a lot of work on my core. It's also more fun to chase a ball around than to do crunches in your living room.

We'll see how it goes. I think I'll listen to My Morning Jacket on the way and reminisce about the night I saw them in the garage that is Kilby Court with just 30 other people... You know, "before they got big."

Long live Conan

New Obsession: Prefab Tiny Houses

One day, I will own and live in one of these things. It might be day Cammy decides I'm too crazy to live with, but there will be a day!

I've been researching them for the past several months and am entirely sold. Most of them cost anywhere from $16k (for a kit you can build yourself) $80k for the fully assembled larger models. I don't know if that includes shipping.

Most, like this one, can be totally off the grid. Wood burning stove, solar heated floor floors... Just build a water tower/ dig a well and you're totally self sufficient.

I think I'm going to build one out of Sea Containers in a similar fashion to this one. I found one on eBay right now going for $1600, but I bet I could find some locally. I'll buy 3, bury one and creative weld the others together above ground. Then I just need some cheap land in a cool place like Moab and I'm set. My mortgage would be cut in half and I'd live more "green" than leprechaun turd.

Yeah, they are only a couple hundred square feet (the Tumbleweed in the first pic is just 65). But stop for a minute and think about how much of the space in your house is actually being efficiently used. If you are honest with yourself, I bet you'll find that most of it is housing a bunch of crap you pull out for 3/4 weeks only to be returned to its storage space for the rest of the year. Stuff like holiday decorations and seasonal clothing (ie. Shit none of us really need).


Think of all the $$ you would save not buying that junk in the first place. Michael's would go out of business! And in a perfect world, would be replaced by a bike shop ;)

I like cats.

I like cats. Do you like cats? I have two. One's name is Melvin (he's fat) and the other's is Juniper (like the tree, cause we're hippies).

Famous

http://utahcyclingtabloid.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-something-salty-in-my-mouth-its.html

Antelope Island was a learning experience. 4's went off a 8:20, my clock said 8:19 and it seems I had missed them by 2 minutes. I chased solo for 1.5 hours but remained 2 minutes down. Lesson 1: show up to the line early. Lap 1 was pretty fun. I came upon quite a scene at the "Sarlacc Pit." I wish I had more time, it would have made a good picture. The water had settled, but there were about 7 different water bottles scattered around it. I didn't know what was in there, but I could deduce from the evidence that it wasn't safe to find out.

It was pretty out there and I really enjoyed the rain. It felt so clean and it was just warm enough to not die of hypothermia. It also cleaned my white bar tape, so now I don't really have to replace it for another couple months.

It really was beautiful, especially on the road out the ranch. I was enjoying myself ('cause that's all I had) quite nicely... Then I blew up and my rear tire decided to join me. Of course I had some wheels in the support car, but it wasn't anywhere near me so I started walking back. Lesson 2: bring a tube and cartridge even if you have wheels in the car.

After walking for a few minutes, I was offered a ride in the back of the 5's truck (see picture above). Sorry for not having my number visible when I crossed the line. The truck seemed like a good idea at first, but as I look back on it, I probably should have cut my Tan Tan open with my lightsaber first (take that Star Wars reference L'autobus).

It wasn't very warm back there, and it definitely was windy. Conveniently enough, I was soaked. Dave Cole and Bryce Young were kind enough to join me just after the finish, and provided lovely company and stimulating conversation while we crossed the causeway. Cheers to them for going the extra mile. Quite the remarkable fellows.

This weekend?: Sherwood Hills MTB race. Hopefully I can watch some good crit racing before I head up there.

A new level of motivation

Today I have a reached a new and never before visited level of motivation: I'm planning my own season. In years past I have either flown ("ka-kaaa") by the seat of my pants, or asked a friend to give me a schedule (thanks Rico). Both have brought me levels of success, but both were somewhat lazy as I wasn't an extremely active participant in either.

Today is different. I'm going to do it, and I feel good about it. "Juice by Kevin! Juice by Kevin!! Kevin's got Juice!" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuzNohk5cYw&feature=fvst warning: this clip will not motivate you, but it has good music and you'll get the juice qoute).