Cake:thirty

Let's see: do I want to spend the next 10 minutes eating shitty cake with my coworkers or sit at my desk and read drunk cyclist?

-M

Viva La Velorucion!!!

I'm really enjoying riding around town as much as I can. I've found that on a fixed gear when you can't stop pedaling it's that much better. I'm reminded of the "Inward Singing" skit on the Tenacious D album where Jack Black learns to sing on the inhale thus he can be, "Allways fucking rickin', and I'm never fucking stoppin!!"

Something about the motion and the musculoskeletal stimulation I suppose. I'm a happy person because of it; even on days like today when it was in the 20's when I left home and will likely be as cold when I leave school @ 8:45. Nothing earth-shattering, nothing philosophical about riding about riding a bike I think. The real problem lies in the emotional hazards of beind inside my car stopping at all the lights, not being able to turn when I want, go where I want and stop when I want and see what there is to see.



I'll order some of these when my paypal fills back up.

-M

My name is a band

Whilst, and at the same time, looking for the Gnarls Barkley CD @ Borders last night I found a section divider with my name on it. That’s right Mike Henderson is a real pop/rock recording artist. Though I couldn’t find a cd by him(me?). Was it a sign? Was it a glimpse into my pop/rock recording future? A call to action? A warning? That's when they called my name for my grande eggnogglatte.

I was in a band once that played in Lance’s basement. We called ourselves “Live Nudes.” Though we never played either live or in the nude, but it sounded cool. I’d likely never have chosen to use my actual name as my stage name, nor would I expect anyone to use my name as his (or her) stage name, but I guess that choice has been taken from me. Below is a list of possible band names I would consider, including, but not limited to, and in no particular order:

Live Nudes
Vitreous Humor
Knee Pit
Inner-tube
Oliver Titties
Butkis
Hendo
sliding dropouts

-M

Tragedy/Comedy

Saw "Stranger than fiction" Sunday. Which dealt with the relationship of tragedy and comedy in literature. As if a story could truely be either one or the other. Even though Harold didn't die, it's just because the story wasn't over yet.

Then I found this video:



-M

Reading room

Whe I was a kid my mom occasionally had to work the Christian science reading room. which was located right next to the church, which was a cool structure with a cool courtyard and a fountain that never worked (that wasn't the only thing).

A christian science reading room has a very particular odor and they all smell the same. All old ladies wear the same perfume and old ladies are the only ones who spend an appreciable amount of time there. So it smells of that (mixed with that indescribeable old lady smell).

It smells of floor cleader due to the christian science tennent, "And we solemnly promise to watch and pray that there will never be a visible stain in the mint green carpet."

It smells of pattent leather. From the binding of the books.

I'm mentioning this because the major component of that insufferable smell is back in my life. We hired a new minion who works in our front office. She's probably 40ish, italian, quirky, the sister of the accountant, and wears an insane amount of old lady perfume.

Boy am I glad I "work" in the lab where it smells of phenols, reactor sludge, and whatever-the-hell-comes-out-of-the-autoclave. This is why I look forward to riding home even when it's raining and I'm wearing corduroys.

-M

Critical mass

Got invited on a trip to downieville Sunday. I'll have to play it by ear. I might get favors called in this weekend. Need to take photos for Smella’s application for a jurried trade show. And Olaf needs me to help hang drywall. (which I learned is called screwing off). The invite came from a new friend, or at least he WOULD be a new friend if we were able to hook up to hang out. He lives down in Damonte ranch witch I think is in Clark County. Sold me my surly hub and spokes and nipples. Seems like a good guy. I like his opinions on golf, but he watches football. That’s not a deal breaker, Sphincterboy likes football too.

Nightriding tonighe AFTER class. Leaving TMCC @ 8:50 and heading to radio towers. If it isn't raining. Meeting mark and whomever else shows. Maybe we'll make a late night harassment stop at The Grisly's

my schedule is jacked. when I have kids no one will ever see me again. (big loss)

oh well. I'm having fun with photoshop and illustrator... (see The Strip)



Burritos and margaritas @ kokopelis after Critical mAss Friday.

-M