Wisdom from the Snob:

One of my favorite things about cycling is that it can reward suffering with joy. Another thing I love about it is that it often rejects those who don't understand this. Cycling teaches you that there's such a thing as necessary suffering and such a thing as unnecessary suffering, and that sometimes a short cut is a dead end.

There's a guy who knows his way around a sentence.



Somedays when I go out on bike rides, I see odd things. One day, it was shoes. Not pairs, just single shoes. An old athletic shoe at mile 10, a white strappy high-heel at mile 15. Another day, I saw a T-square in the road. Who carries a T-square in their car? And leaves it on the road?

Today's oddity had a Christmas theme. Fitting, since last I checked it's almost Christmas. Anyway, I was rolling along the road that runs along the beach, wishing that the beach would suddenly transmogrify itself into the North Shore, and along came a guy with a convertable. It was one of those wee little fast cars, a BMW or an Audi. He was on the other side of the street, and well, I really don't do cars. Anyway, sitting in the passenger seat next to him, was a giant, life-sized nutcracker. It was red with a white beard and a black hat. And it was sticking straight up out of the car on the right hand side. Since his wooden knees didn't bend, he sat at an odd angle, tilted backward as if the speed of the car were sweeping him backwards. Woosh.

And there he was, a nutcracker, riding along in an expensive convertible along the beach, which wasn't the North Shore.

The world is a very strange place sometimes.


Dumbass-ery of the Day

The Independent reports that Platform A has leaked 1,134 gallons of oil into the Santa Barbara Channel, as of early this morning. An oil slick 1.5 miles long and 2,000 feet wide is drifting toward Ventura County. As the Independent points out, Platform A was the site of the massive 1969 spill that galvanized the environmental movement of the time, including the first celebration of Earth Day.



La Jolla, Cali.

I don't generally go for the sepia look, but this one worked for me. So I stole it from my big bro. I'm sure he won't mind. Erm, right?

And while I'm stealing, how about another one?

Gettin' Shacked in La Jolla. Same spot, same day.

See more here. Photos copyright Christopher See, used with permission.