I got a bike and I love it to death, although my legs and tailbone are still playing hard to to get. Yesterday I installed a computer that tells me how fast I'm going, average speed, trip distance, etc. It uses two magnets (one on the front fork and one on a spoke) and measures the revolutions of the wheel. Install it, tell it the size of the wheel, and make sure the magnets pass within 5 mm of each other, and voila!
I rode it a few miles to my temp assignment today and then afterward over to Hollman's, the greasy spoon/bar where you can get creeped out by a statue of Al Capone (?) and spin a wheel of fortune after your meal. If you win, your meal is free.
A co-worker and I made the trip sur velo [I will occasionally be injecting broken French and somewhat less broken Spanish into this blog.] to the Burnside establishment. He moved to Portland from New York where he had been freelancing in the film and commercial industry. He came because he wanted to spend more time making music, so we had plenty to talk about like the ethics of Oink and some of what we've been listening to. He told me about Cow Punk and a band called The National. I told him about Black Tambourine and Boris because he said he'd been leaning toward shoegazer recently. He has a slot on the Portland Radio Authority.
Between recent conversations, my own digging, and the seminal indie rockers who I've been fortunate enough to glean some recommendations from recently, expect a killer mp3 post soon. Once I find hosting, that is.
