Sunday, October 28, 2007

Weekend Update

Fall is in full bloom, or full decay. Whatever the correct linguistic convention, I know this: it is an attractive season with its muted color palette and the ever present dew drops on the fallen leafs. I managed to get a good ride in Saturday and capture a couple videos. I would have shot more, yet I realized I had 2 minutes of battery life left on the camera once I was on the mountain. Oh well, next time. Today, Sunday, Sabrina and I took a nice walk around town and through Whatcom Falls park. We checked out the new super popular store, "Trader Joe's", which is essentially the Walmart of organic food stores. I wasn't impressed either way, but it seems the rest of Bellingham is.











Victorian Parliment Empress Hotel China Town
 
Empress Hotel
 

Friday, October 26, 2007

Mental Health

cars are hell
Sitting in the grass high on a mountain side gazing at distant islands dotting the deep blue ocean. Blue skies, a warm breeze and the lingering thought; does it get any better than this? Tearing up your to-do list and just indulging the unencumbered flow of life; does it get any better than that? Setting off on an adventurous ride with friends knowing the chance of success is hovering somewhere around 50%; can it get better than this?

Eureka moments, freedom from convention. Mental health is trying to live life in the contrary, like salmon swimming against the pressing stream.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Mr. Ick

Friday, October 19, 2007

Free Speech

Where does free speech end and one's right to not be offended begin? Over the past few years it seems the goal posts have been moving backwards against the right to free speech with an increased deference to not offending anyone. There are topics of discussion which are utterly off limits in these enlightened times; things which you are simply not socially allowed to question people about. If one of my coworkers was to announce their new found devotion to the science fiction cult Scientology, I would be utterly not allowed to question their beliefs at the risk of losing my job. For some reason, we collectively respect people's beliefs - so long as long as they have no evidence for them. However in other fields, such as politics, lively debate is common and encouraged. People proudly announce part affiliations and challenge others about the varying nuanced positions of their favorite politicians. This is as it should be, yet if someone tells you they believe the creator of the known universe impregnated a virgin without the act of intercourse we are duty bound to respect them. Respect might not be the right word, we actually praise belief in the absence of evidence (faith) as a virtue. A very recent example would be the comedian Kathy Griffin's acceptance speech after she was presented the prized television accolade the "Emmy'. Griffin announced to a live audience that she would not thank Jesus for her award, since Jesus she said probably would not even care about such things. The resulting outrage against her comments was intense, both from the conservatives who felt she mocked their beliefs, and the liberals who believed she was being offensive to the religious community.

The philosopher John Stuart Mill in his esteemed work "On Liberty" stated that free speech is a necessary condition for an open society, enough so that no opinions should ever be silenced for can never be sure that even the smallest minority opinion might not contain an ounce of truth, or in the least it might teach us something about the arguments and justifications we hold for our own beliefs. The best way to combat a dangerous idea, according to Mill, is a free and open discourse of ideas. I couldn't agree more. When I see believers, liberals, conservatives or anyone else advocate limiting free and open speech I wonder what they have to hide? If they believe their opinions to be objectively true then they should stand firm when illuminated by reason, yet the fact that they don't accept this leads me to believe they know their ideas are hollow, and that the only way they can protect them is through hate speech laws and ‘politically correct’ censorship.

America is a marketplace of ideas, and like any marketplace, if you don’t like a specific offering simply do not purchase it. Open debate must always be welcome, our scientific, humanistic and political progress depends completely on it, and we forget this fact at our own peril.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Rock Shox Totem 2-Step Air Review

It is a mess right now, but I'm working on a review of my new fork:

Rock Shox Totem 2-Step Air Review

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Dalai Lama Receives Congressional Gold Medal

In an act of increasingly rare defiance against the whims of the totalitarian state China, the US Government awarded the ‘Dalai Lama’ the exiled leader of Tibet with the Congressional Gold Medal for his contributions to peace, religious understanding and human rights.

The government of China firmly protested the visit of the Tibetan leader and was incensed at the great honor bestowed upon him by the American state. Veiled threats were made and talks of increased bilateral tensions have arisen, to the surprise of none who are familiar with their despotic drum-beat-banter. China is of course the world’s worst oppressor of the human spirit, routinely denying and murdering its own citizens for the most basic of all human expressions; free religious worship, freedom of information, and democracy. The ‘Dalai Lama’ is viewed by China as a renegade, a usurper of sorts, a sort of itch between their massive shoulder blades that just cannot be reached. Today’s ceremony effectively chopped China’s scratching stick in half.

But who is this Dalai Lama? In the West he is revered as a spiritual leader, popularizer of Buddhism and an advocate for non-violence… but why? The man himself says he is the reincarnation of the Buddha, a claim so bold faced and arrogant that I think its stupidity is often overlooked, hiding in the throaty back-wash of his self proclaimed deity. What you might ask, entitles him to claim status as the reincarnation of the 13th Dalai Lama? As the tale goes, in 1937 a group of Buddhist monks, tasked with the pre-set goal of finding the new Lama interviewed the boy’s upper class religious family. After placing a number of items before the family’s young boy; some the previous Lama’s, some fakes, it is said the young lad correctly identified a number of the Lama’s items with the pointing of a finger and the phrase “mine”. This was all the monks needed to hear, they had found their new leader.

Reason be damned. If the vague pointings and mumblings of an incoherent 2 year old child are enough to enshrine him both leader of a nation and reincarnated god, then the government of Tibet is built on a sand foundation. Such idiocy does not possess the necessary genetic stock for survival in this world. Consider how many millions of individuals around the world fawn over this now old man; buy his book, support his movement, and believe his words. Remember if you will that this Dalai Lama is the same man who longs to return Tibet to the terrible serfdom it suffered in the pre-China days (of which he would rule of course), supports India’s nuclear tests, and was a strong backer of Shoko Asahara the Japanese cult fanatic who killed and maimed hundreds in a Tokyo subway in 1995 with Sarin nerve gas.

Consider please the best argument for this man’s position as a reincarnated Lama: he randomly pointed at objects as a 2 year old child. Remember, extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.

While I despise the Chinese regime more than any other on Earth, I cannot support the US government’s decision to award the Congressional Gold Medal to this charlatan. To me the Dalai Lama is on level playing field with modern history’s other idiots of faith; Joseph Smith, L. Ron Hubbard, and Mother Theresa among a host of many, many others.

I firmly believe it does not take an intelligent mind to see these people for who they really are. The elementary, basic principals of reason are enough to illuminate even the most celebrated frauds, exposing their true qualities.

On another note, I wonder if my website will now be banned by China’s expansive internet filters or permitted on account of my criticisms of the Lama. As long as www.crazybicycle.com is not blocked in China I will feel a moral responsibility to achieve that esteemed status. Next time I’ll talk about Tiananmen Square!

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Sunday, October 14, 2007

Back in the Saddle

September bore witness to a conspicuous absence of saddle time. Sure, there is the obligatory morning trudge to the office, and evening bout of frogger, but besides that I just didn’t get out much. There are reasons, sure. Never an absence of reasons, but those aside, I’ve been feeling the loss. So, last week I squared my shoulders, strapped a light to my helmet and went into the mountain, deep into the mountain. It is a strange feeling to be in the black so far away from the city. As I climbed the mountain, all distinguishing features of Bellingham faded away and all I could see were the thousands of tiny lights. The infernal freeway which snakes through town seemed eerily alive as I watched the ceaseless procession of automobiles on their ways to wherever it is they go; like tiny ants they filed along, keeping in order; so linear and so usual.

Upon reaching my destination I took at seat on the wet ground and began strapping on my leg armor; however I couldn’t help but periodically look up and cast my light in a circle as if to check and make sure… sure of what, I don’t really know, perhaps to temper the ancient instinct lodged deep within my prefrontal lobes. The trip down the mountain through the interlocking trails was exhilarating in every sense of the word; that feeling is just not something one can find in modern society, you can’t buy it, you can’t purchase it with any amount of money and you can’t find it. Most people will never know it because the masses rarely push their comfort zones, even a small bit. I am always annoyed and dismayed when upon arriving at work on a rainy day the coworkers cannot believe I biked, as if the rain were acid, or like the witch in “The Wizard of Oz” I would melt. The concept of exhilaration is nearly forgotten these days.

Later I will post pictures of the front of my Ironhorse 7point, the new fork attached through my head tube has elevated the ride to a new level. Viva la Rock Shox, Viva la Totem!

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Brother


Thats my bro there, nailing a big table with style and confidence. It was great to ride with him this August at Schweitzer, even if the conditions weren't ideal. Hes a good rider and a great guy. Keep rippin' Bean-O!

Monday, October 8, 2007

Deluge

And then the rains came. The silty mud-caked bottom sides of my fenders harken to the coming winter rain season. Ah gee, whats that you say Mr. Weather Man? Its going to pour Saturday and Sunday and then let up on Monday? I think my bikes just gave me the finger. I respond with the threat that I won't wash my bike shorts for two weeks if they keep up this insolence. I take their silence as a victory.

Actually, I love the smell of fall, that tinge you get at the end of a deep breath of cool air. I don't know exactly what it is, but it always brightens the spirits. The colors too, wow, the mountain landscapes look like beautiful oil paintings.