assortment of oddly formed parsnips, naked

an assortment of oddly formed parsnips

Fresh Out of Chopin...

but that's not true, really, I'm flush with Chopin, that's just a line from Dexter that has been stuck in my head for the last hour.
What's going on? It's 8:35 and I need to take out the trash, fill the birdfeeder, maybe walk Steve, and think about starting to prepare dinner. Also, I need to pump up the tires on the mountain bike, adjust the new SRAM rear derailleur, and basically ready her for riding to work tomorrow. I was just looking at racks on the Performance website, thinking I'll get a rack for toting and whatnot. That makes me feel a little geeky, old and perhaps too practical. Then again, the thought of not always toting things on my back when riding is seeming more and more attractive. Oscar the cat just jumped up onto the desk and sat on the mouse as though he were hoping to hatch it. I have relocated him to my lap where he now purrs loudly and vigorously noses my left wrist. He's a hell of a noser, this guy. And a headbutter, wait, head-butter ??? he likes to head butt me...should that be spelled "but" or "butt"? He loves me, maybe too much, shadows me constantly, and must sleep curled into my side pretty much every night. He woke me around 2 or 3 the other morning, staring at me and purring loudly, then head butted me several times, nosed my eye hard and then nosed my ear, which is alternately moist, pleasant, and disturbing.
Wow, I thought I might write about my disgust with crime in Richmond yet again, but somehow it's turned a different course. I gush on about my my pets, my de-facto kids, and you know what, I think having a dog or a cat or whatever domesticated animal you choose to snuggle with is pretty fucking great because they just are what they are, depending on us in usual circumstances, to take care of them, and in return tell us that they think we're great, licking our faces, wagging their tails, purring their approval, or nosing the hell out of our ears...

it's raining

rain means no bike race in bryant park. bummer. meanwhile...

Checking In

Good things :
-Megan produced a child out of her womb : a boy! Samuel! Cute with perfect little lips. Welcome Samuel! Well done Megan.
--Went mountain biking at Harwood's Mill on the reservoir in Newport News on Sunday. Mad fun. Everything was super-wet and slippery and the trail full of roots. I only wiped out once, right after I tackled a sketchy section and was thinking to myself, "Hey I've still got chops, this is awesome, I'm better than I remember..." and wham! wiped out on a corner that I should have made. Launched into a big pile of mud. Praises to Giro helmets, keeping my brainpan intact.
--Charlotte NC...our loss is their gain. They'll get a police chief they need and hopefully our next one won't suck. Good luck Charlotte, kick crime's ass.

Bad Things:
--We're losing our police chief.
--Earthquake, tornadoes, cyclones, idiotic governments, lives lost horribly. How does one keep a balance between the light and the dark...it seems I'm either super-silly and seemingly care-free or darkly depressed and wondering where the end of the road is.
--There is an endless supply of stupid, cruel, thoughtless human beings.

Remember: be kind.
Cheers, leemur

billy butter: bless his heart, rest his soul

elbow macaroni tower

Sunday night, waiting for dinner from 8 1/2

Ginter Place on a Sunny Sunday Run

Hummer Outside My Door

Sod off Hummer.
See FUH2

Cheeseburger Steve, Resurgent

Hello People! Let the Vitriol Begin!

I won't go on and on again about Lame I've Been, not posting and all and blah blah blah. I decided that I need to get back on here and blow it out so that E. doesn't have to hear me go On and On about all the ways I can think of to torment, punish, and usually ultimately kill the likes of Ricky Gray and Ray Dandridge and the always increasing number of murderers, thieves, pedophiles, and idiots that rise up from the ooze everyday. Let's see, today we have Petersburg child porn dentist who admits to whacking off while watching his computer but clearly deserves a pat on the back because he says he's never molested an actual child. Wow. I'd like to give him a job at the Three Dollar Car Wash so that when four thugs come by to rob it, YES, rob a car wash, they can slit his throat before they split with the thousands of quarters they scored. Please.
Ann Coulter has made an ass of herself again. i'd like to punch her in the neck, not too hard, just enough to say, "Check it Coulter, you've been punched in the neck by a Jewbag!"
Elsewhere, a whole lot of Hannah Montana fans have their young lives ruined by scurrilous ticket scalpers. Also affected, their parents, who are now searching every nook for the key to the liquor cabinet.
Cheer up everybody. Things might look up. Al Gore won half a Nobel Prize. Go ride your bike.
I

Cheeseburger Steve

lazy,lazy leemur

Mein Gott! What have I been doing?!
Well, I've been sick, been better, been working, been wrenching on the bikes, been actually reading books (more on that later, and also what I think about "book reviews" by other readers on Amazon), been learning about life one night in the emergency room with a friend (and also how absolutely filthy a bathroom can be in a hospital), been walking dogs and caring for tomatoes, been watching the Tour De France, and so forth. I think I will probably go into withdrawals when the Tour is over. Be back soon.
Love, Leemur

wed may 30 (yuh yuh yuh, yuh yuh YUH)

Just a word of advice : don't buy wine for dinner at CVS.
Also : I have been informed that rabbits can't really sing, no matter how much I love this commercial and can't get the bunny out of my head. E may leave me if I keep it up...

monday may 21

Today was a really nice day. Weather-wise. I wish I had ridden my bike to work but I didn't. When you ride or drive or walk thru my neighborhood it smells wonderful, like honeysuckle and magnolia. It's almost too much, almost overly intoxicating, but pulls back slightly and doesn't cross that line. I like my neighborhood.
Yesterday was my mother's birthday. I didn't call or write, I'm not even sure which birthday it was. I never call or write. My sister on whom the burden of looking out after her falls, excoriate me for that. I don't blame her I think, not so much. I am scared of my mother, scared of my past, scared of my possible lack of feelings. I don't have pleasant childhood memories and I try to avoid them at every turn. That sister (there are others, but that's more words) and I are nothing alike. We grew up together and yet that seems to have all fallen away. She's always "busy" because she has a busy life. Apparently I don't. I don't think she knows who I am. My mother never has. I've had dreams of her pulling me down, lassoed, dragging me across the earth. What do I do with all of this? The life that I've made for myself is at turns sad, angry, hopeful, and full of love. I am thankful for that. I guess that's it for now.

the pupper

morning

It's Hard

It's hard to find words right now. Having been closely and deeply forever changed by sudden, inexplicable and heinous violence just past a year ago, the shattering violence of Monday is heart breaking. It is unfortunate and true that these things unite us all as family as we grasp for comfort and meaning. Follow this link to an interview on Wednesday's 'All Things Considered' on NPR with a VT junior named Clay Violand. I had to stop what I was doing when I started listening to it--he really struck me as a wounded but very strong young man, extraordinary in his desire to help others heal. Please listen. http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9658179
Say some prayers or send good thoughts or meditate or whatever you choose to do, everybody needs it now, more than ever.
Love, Leemur

I Call For Don Imus To Be Hanged By The Neck Until...

almost dead, then cut down and forced to eat two 5lb containers of cottage cheese and granola and then wash it down with a litre of soy milk. After that he will be bound to a chair and forced to watch episode after episode of "Diff'rent Strokes", "Highway to Heaven", "Touched By An Angel", and possibly the first season of "The White Shadow."
Afterwards, he will be set free to work behind the counter of the Jiffy Lube in Marlinton West Virginia, where he will wear a blue mechanics shirt with a name tag on the left breast pocket that reads "Don Ho" and will be constantly ridiculed and ass-kicked for eyeballing the local colored girls.
Good Luck Don!!