Has kind of gone the way of the Dodo, and I’d like to apologize to it for my neglect. I’m sorry, blog. I’ve been so busy lately with other web projects that I haven’t had time for you. Facebook is so much easier. She’s a slut–always up for a quick one-liner or a simple update. I promise I’ll be a better blogger once this next project is done. I know I’ve said that before, but I mean it this time. Just give me one more chance, baby. One more chance!
Commence to Print!
I like that.
For whatever reason, I like this song. It beats my drum hard.
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New Trail Running Shoes!
Stage 2: complete
Maddad Whisper 3″ Turbo-back Exhaust installed. Dyno’d tune coming up on Tuesday. Results so far:
Peak torque: 307 ft/lb.
Peak horsepower: 265 hp.
Most dealers and car manufacturers use power at the crank to estimate horsepower and torque, so multiply by 1.25 and you get the numbers you’d see on the spec sheet at your local dealership. Those would be: 384 ft/lb of torque and 331 hp. Mind you, this is without a tune. We didn’t have time for the tune today. That happens next Tuesday. We should see substantial gains then. For posterity, I’ll put up the dyno sheet.
If you need me…
I’ll be in the basement with the Shop Vac on, in Plymouth.
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Tiger Woods
When they announced that Tiger Woods was having an affair with one woman, it was: “Well, he’s famous and he’s fallible.”
When they announced that Tiger Woods was having an affair with three women, it was: “Well, now, that’s a juggling act that couldn’t last long.”
When they announced that Tiger Woods was having an affair with seven women, it was: “There goes his half of the estate, the dog, and the Nike endorsement.”
Now it’s thirteen (two of whom are porn stars) and they’re calling for him to apologize and I’m wondering, “Why even apologize?” It’s so obvious by now that he isn’t just having an affair; he’s building a fucking menagerie.
Born to Run
I just finished Born to Run, by Christopher McDougall, and I’m really impressed–not necessarily with his writing. His writing is middle-of-the-road, but his passion and enthusiasm for the sport of ultra running carry this book. In some sense, Born to Run is about the famed Tarahumara, a race of super athletes who live in the Copper Canyons of Mexico. In another sense, it’s a history of ultra running and McDougall’s love affair with it. It’s a compelling read. I think if you’ve ever wondered why people who are running continue to run even when they look miserable, you might find this book worth reading. If you’ve ever wondered why doctors keep telling us running is bad for us when we’re the only simians with achilles tendons, you might find this book worth reading. If you want to learn how you might simultaneously avoid heart disease, arthritis, cancer, hypertension and diabetes while hunting a deer with just a knife and a pair of sandals–well, you might find this book worth reading.
The anthropological and physiological charges this man makes are bold. His story telling is superb.
I am suddenly impelled to pursue running as a new part of my life. It just makes sense.
Photography FTW!
I made the 2010 STi calendar put out by the premier Subaru Impreza STi club in the world.
Fall Colors in 2009
I’m just now getting around to publishing some photos Evelina and I took when we visited the U of M Arboretum last October. It was an incredible experience. I wish I could have had more time to solicit portraits from people, like this couple, and their triplets decked out in matching fall colors. Hence, the name of the gallery: Fall Colors of 2009. Original, I know.



