I just Googled myself, and the first 2 1/2 pages are all me. Sometimes I wish I had a more common name.
Phoenix put on one of the best shows I’ve ever seen, and quite possibly the best end to a show. The limited camera angles and lack of the entire mix in the audio do not at all do justice to the amount of energy they had or how good they sounded, but since I was there, this is still really fun to watch and remember.
I need to see you again someday, Phoenix!
Happy Birthday, Dad!
Full disclosure, I stole this photo from my sister’s Instagram, but it is a perfect image to describe our father.
My dad has kind eyes, a subtle smile as he tries not to give away the upbeat joke he’s about to make, an intense appreciation for coffee and a good sunrise, and a wise and gentle spirit. He has somehow managed to pass to me his love of bicycling, and hopefully a few of the other things just mentioned—definitely the coffee part.
My dad is on the other side of the country now, so I don’t get to see him today, but he is never far from my thoughts.
I hope you’re having a wonderful birthday over there in Ohio, Dad!
(Thanks for the photo, Maddie!)
Her: So when the athletes on the racing team pay their $50 team dues, they get two certificates for $25 off a tune-up. I’ll need you to make some certificates for that.
Me: So the team members don’t really get a discount on tune-ups, then?
Her: What do you mean?
Me: Well, we normally charge $50 for a tune-up. So if team members have to pay $50 for two certificates, and then $25 each for two tune-ups, they’re still really paying a total of $100 for two tune-ups.
Her: No … they’re getting two tune-ups at half price.
Me: Whatever. Never mind.
This morning, I walked into the bike shop to find these tubes on the counter, with an attached note that said, “Why are these tubes on special order shelf?” My boss was confused because there was no special order form with the tubes (as per our ridiculously outdated and paperwork-heavy special order system)—a form I found immediately, less than a foot away from the special order shelf, where it had clearly fallen. This means that my boss discovered the tubes on the shelf, and instead of looking around AT ALL for a reasonable solution to this mystery, she found a piece of paper and a pencil, took the time to write out a note, and then carried the tubes with note attached from the office out into the store to leave them on the counter for me to deal with the next day. This is the kind of stuff that drives me crazy.
talking to me about how “things have changed” and “things aren’t the way they used to be?” I know what you’re really saying, and you should shut your big, dumb, racist mouth.
I generally think beach cruisers are pretty dumb, but for some reason, I think this one is kind of cool.