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Roll on x(y+6)/9 Wheeler.

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Caveat: This post is not going to be very entertaining unless you're an über bike-geek. Even then, it's prolly not going to be terribly engaging. Sorry adoring fans. Feel free to send poison-pens to my editor... Oh shit, that's me!

When I bought the Surly -- In deference to my friend Dan I will no longer be referring to this bike as Baby from here on out. Long story... -- it had tires that were well suited for commuting around town, but not really designed for longterm touring. So when it came time to look for touring tires I did my usual studying and restudying. I'm one of those people that can't just waltz in to a new major expenditure. It takes me three or four visits to any particular store for some hands-on fondling, or in the face of no tactile samples of what I'm contemplating I end up waiting and doing more research.

I'd actually been researching new tires for the Surly since I bought the bike -- coming up on two years in June. There are many players in the bike tire market. Several of the names are quite familiar, and some folks are even a little surprised to find that familiar companies noted for their automotive tires are also producing bike tires. Michelin and Continental are instantly recognizable to most people. However, they both make first-rate bicycle tires as well. In fact, Continental makes some of the highest touted tires in cycling. They are the only tires I've ever ridden on the Kona. That said, when it come to touring tires there is really one name that far and away leads the rest. Schwalbe has been designing and manufacturing tires specifically for bicycles since 1973. Virtually every long distance tourist or expedition cyclist uses Schwalbe.

Although it may seem that two years is an excessive amount of time to spend looking for tires, much of it was spent planning the purchase and waiting for prices to come down. I found and then changed my mind about which tires I wanted during the process of all that waiting. I'd done my research, found what looked like the pair of Schwalbes I wanted and then set off to every bike shop I could find to actually handle a pair of Marathon Extremes. I'm a very tactile person in these cases. The closest I ever got to finding the Extreme stocked anywhere was a sample piece at a shop in Eugene, OR. During the process of saving up for those tires Schwalbe announced a new touring/expedition tire called the Marathon Mondial that was designed to be the replacement for their Marathon XR tire that has been discontinued. I'd personally never heard of the XR prior to someone mentioning it on a bicycle touring mailing list that I belong to. The original Marathons, and at least a few of its iterations can be found in almost any bike shop and virtually no one that rides bikes as more than an occasional past time has never heard of them.

In any event, there was about nine months between the announcement of the Marathon Mondials that I eventually decided upon and their actual release. That was plenty of time to agonize over the cost of the Extremes and the Mondials and whether I actually wanted the Extremes after all. The price of the Extremes came down by about US$20 per tire in the intervening months between the Mondial's announcement and release. However, I also came across various complaints about the Extreme's durability. Deciding on the Mondials was settled by that.

Upon replacing the tires that were currently on the Surly I was stunned to discover that the rear tire had worn down to the threads. I'm amazed that the tire still held air as bad as the wear was, and that I wasn't getting flats every time I left the house. Proof positive that Continental make great bike tires, which these were. Even so, grocery-getting and the several trips I've taken on those original tires wore them down in only 4,000 km (2,500 mi). I'm really hard on tires for some reason. I'm not a real pedal masher, meaning I use the gears of my bike as much as possible to facilitate pedaling instead of pushing down harder and stressing bike frame, parts, tires, and most importantly, my knees.

Perhaps I'm misguided, but instead of purchasing these tires online, I ordered them at my one of my LBS's (local Bike Shop), Deschutes River Cyclery. I'd found the tires online for US$56 each from a reputable vendor, but because I've known the folks that own and run Deschutes for several years, and because spending money locally keeps my money local, I purchased from Deschutes. Granted, some of what I paid went to a dstributor far, far away, but the most went to Deschutes, and by extension back to my community. The tires cost me almost three and a half times as much doing it this way, but keeping local businesses in business is terribly important from the perspective of economic sovereignty. Communities as a whole survive corporate destruction of local economies -- think WalMart moving in to a community -- better when they have strong local businesses. I shop at locally owned businesses whenever possible. The immediate perk of shopping local in this instance? They threw in the new tubes I needed to fit the Mondials for free. That may not seems like much after spending almost US$190 on two tires, but ten bucks is ten bucks. But, I digress...

The Mondials are 26x2.00" (50-559). Huge tires compared to the Continentals which were 26x1.5” (39-559). They almost seem like mountain bike tires when looking down at them from the handlebars. There was a large gap between the tires and fenders on the Surly before. The Mondials fit the fenders such that for the first time I hear when rocks or other bits get lodged in the tire tread and pulled through the fenders. There was a substantial gap between them and the Continentals so I never heard anything from them. That's another thing about the Mondials: They sound like mountain bike tires. Handling is much more sluggish than before as well. I didn't expect these tires to be exactly as easy in terms of pedaling effort, but they require significantly more effort. This speaks more to my tendency to want to ride a bike made for carrying a load like a bike made for going fast than a design flaw of the tires. Plus, the gearing between the Surly and the Kona just aren't comparable. I usually explain the difference between the two as the difference between a Peterbilt and a (VW) GTI.

Bad Words.

According to a FOIA request and subsequent lawsuit filed by the Electronic Privacy Information Center the following are among 1,700 words that are electronically scanned for by the U.S. Department of Homeland Security to watch for what they consider potential terrorism.
  • Cancelled
  • Black out
  • Mexico
  • Los zetas
  • smart
  • body
  • Scanner
  • TSA
  • White powder
  • Target
  • Attack
  • Terror
  • Phreaking
  • Toxic
  • Suspicious
    • Package
    • Mudslide
    • Car bomb
    • Emergency
    Good times...

    Time For A Song -- The Demons Are Winning Tonight edition.

    *NSFW*

    Haunted By Ghosts.

    I didn't expect to hear back from the last message I sent. Still, I'm lonely, and I guess that's what led to me sending that message in the first place -- the unquenched loneliness. I need too much.

    Rtorrent And The Cliffs Of Insanity.

    https://github.com/rakshasa/libtorrent


    $ unzip rakshasa-libtorrent-0.13.0-94-g4c9de3c.zip
    (----Much output----)
    
    $ cd rakshasa-libtorrent-4c9de3c
    

    Read more...

    A Clock Almost Out Of Time.

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    This last weekend was my quarterly trip down to visit my mom. She turned 89 on the 23rd of February, and she was sure I heard about it. Normally, I would ascribe her repetition to her failing mind. However, she was being adamant, I think, for the purpose of hearing herself say it. To gain increasing comfort with the idea that life is coming to a close for her. It was interesting to me that within five minutes of my arriving and sitting at the dining table she asked, "Wouldn't you like to move down here?" She was serious. I interpret her question as a indication of her fear of being there without any of her children. When I look at it from that perspective it seems almost selfish to deny an old woman the comfort of her child during her last years. I met with a friend that lives down in Eugene. She and I were talking and she made the point that my mom could easily live for several more years. These discussions are happening at about the same time that I feel less and less connected to anything here in Olympia, or this country, for that matter. I do not wish to be governed by a paternalistic theocracy that fucks over the poor, and uses absurd laws to force women in to subjugation.

    I broke the news to my mom in no uncertain terms about the Dream, and that I plan to travel Eastern Europe on my bicycle, and go to India and work at Bija Vidyapeeth. She seemed displeased. She didn't say as much, of course, but her questions about what I hoped to gain from such an endeavor were pretty clearly her way of expressing displeasure. I did my best to explain what I hoped to gain from my plan while avoiding deriding unrestrained capitalism, and U.S. imperialism, and all the sins that I see being perpetrated by the country of which I am a citizen. My mom doesn't mind so much about me carrying on like that, but her boyfriend Ron who turns 90 this month sure gets upset. So I try to keep off the soapbox as much as possible. It's difficult to talk about my motivation for working at Bija Vidyapeeth without bringing up names like Monsanto, Syngenta, and Cargill, and topics like genetically modified organisms, and patent control of the food supply, and outlawing the saving of seeds, and that all of these things are parts of the failure of capitalism and the de facto reach of U.S. imperialism. At one point on Sunday, Ron insisted I read an article in the local paper about job in the oil and natural gas industries in North Dakota of all places. (Anyone remember in Blade Runner where in the flying billboard was repeating, "Begin again in a golden land of opportunity." That's pretty much the pessimistic gist of the article.) The message here seemed to be, "Don't move closer. In fact, move farther." He doesn't like me and my commie ideas very much.

    My mom and I had a good time together in spite of her not being too thrilled by my desire to leave. We went grocery shopping a couple of times where she marveled at the cost of things I eat. We also went to one of my favorite coffee shops in town that serves a full line of all vegan treats. I had the pound cake with lavender frosting, and washed it down with a soy mocha. It was da bomb, as I believe they say in the rap songs. My mom had some manner of tea that I've since forgotten the type of. She seems to take the whole vegan thing is stride and does not really pester me about it. However, she finds it particularly trying that I will not eat anything that's not organic, which I admittedly use as a cudgel to wiggle out of being fed. (Ron and I have had several heated discussions about food and pesticides.) The exchange between my mom and I typically goes like this:

    Mom: Do you want a banana?
    Andrew: No, thank you.
    Mom: Do you want some cereal?
    Andrew: I'm not hungry.
    Mom" How about some toast?
    Andrew: No, thank you.
    Mom: Don't you want to eat something?
    Andrew: No ma, please. I'm fine. Let me drink my coffee.
    Mom: You have to eat something.
    Andrew: No mom, I don't want your poison, non-organic food.
    Mom [Throwing her hands out for effect]: Isn't anything I have good enough?
    Andrew: Arrggh!

    On Sunday and Monday mornings my mom decided that she would attempt to feed me fruit for breakfast even though I do not eat first thing in the morning. The retirement apartments (glue factory) she lives in has guest rooms that are very much like hotel rooms where brats like me can stay, giving their weary parent(s) some peace. In the morning I stumble over to her place from there. On Saturday she had a plastic bowl of Minneola pieces and banana slices waiting for me at my place at the table. I was so stunned that she had gotten such an upper hand on me that I complained only a little and drank the cup of hemlock ate the bowl of poison before me. On Monday morning, however, I was able to weasel out by being more interested in my coffee and email until she and Ron had gotten up from the table.

    I took Baby down to Eugene this time. I'm still not fully comfortable with that even though it was uneventful. Regardless of which of my bikes were to get stolen wherever I am, having Baby stolen would be the worst. I only had a chance to ride about 75-80 km while I was there. Baby -- I really need to stop calling this bike by that name -- did very well in terms of running errands and just generally riding about. Eugene is still a great city for cycling (PDF). Most people I encountered on the River Bank Trail (PDF) paths at night were unhappy with the brightness of my headlight, though. Now that I'm back home I'm left trying to figure out how much it would set me back in both time and money to move to Eugene presuming I could have a job waiting. As I noted at the beginning of this post I just don't feel all that anchored here anymore. Rising fuel prices and an increasingly hostile climate at my current job are making it very hard to remain here. The friend that I got to spend time with has been living in Eugene for the past four years. She is quite happy there after having lived in Olympia. Her insights on the matter are interesting. Most of her difficulty came from leaving her family of friends behind. There are several people I would miss, but realistically, I will miss them when I leave for the Dream anyway.

    No More Daydreams.

    This caught me by complete surprise. I actually exclaimed, "holy shit!" All the stars from my childhood are dying. Fuck, I'm getting old, and the clock is ticking louder than ever now.

    Reproduced in its entirety from Rolling Stone:

    Monkees Singer Davy Jones Dead At 66
    Jones sang 'Daydream Believer' and 'I Wanna Be Free'
    by: Andy Greene
    February 29, 2012 1:01 PM ET
    Davy Jones on the set
    of the television show 'The Monkees.'
    Michael Ochs Archives/Getty Images
    Davy Jones of the Monkees has died of an apparent heart attack at age 66. The singer, who had been on a solo tour this month, complained of chest pains last evening and was admitted to a hospital this morning in Stuart, Florida.

    Jones was born in Manchester, England and started acting as a child. In 1964 he had the misfortune of appearing in the cast of Oliver! on the same episode of The Ed Sullivan Show where the Beatles made their debut. The next year he was cast in The Monkees, a comedy show/band inspired by the success of the Beatles. They were an instant hit in the ratings and the record shops, scoring massive singles with "Last Train to Clarksville," "I'm a Believer," "Stepping Stone" and "Pleasant Valley Sunday." Jones – who played tambourine in the band – was the lead vocalist on the classics "Daydream Believer" and "I Wanna Be Free." At the peak of their popularity in 1967 the group sold more albums than the Beatles.

    Photos: Davy Jones Through the Years

    The Monkees' music was written by some of the best songwriters of the day, including Carole King and Neil Diamond. As the group grew more popular, they insisted on writing their own music and playing their own instruments. Although their later work has attracted a huge cult audience over the years, their mainstream success quickly dwindled and the group split in 1971. Jones went onto a solo career, and he memorably performed his song "Girl" on an episode of The Brady Bunch.

    Jones returned to acting in the late 1970s when his solo career failed to take off, but he found it difficult to escape the shadow of the Monkees. By the mid-1980s Monkees mania was reborn when MTV and other stations began regularly airing old episodes of the TV show. The band (minus Mike Nesmith) reunited for a highly successful reunion tour in 1986. They toured off and on through 2001, when infighting led to another split. Last summer they patched things up for a 45th anniversary tour, though it was called short because of what guitarist Peter Tork called a "glitch."

    Nesmith posted a tribute to Jones on his Facebook page. "I will miss him, but I won’t abandon him to mortality," he wrote. "I will think of him as existing within the animating life that insures existence. I will think of him and his family with that gentle regard in spite of all the contrary appearances on the mortal plane. David’s spirit and soul live well in my heart, among all the lovely people, who remember with me the good times, and the healing times, that were created for so many, including us. I have fond memories. I wish him safe travels."

    Time For A Song -- It's More Of A Spoken Word, But I Can't Not Share It edition.

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    Time For A Song -- American Exceptionalism Is Evil, And Disgusting, And Leaves Me Feeling Unclean edition.

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    St Patrick's Battalion
    by David Rovics (CC BY-NC-SA 3.0)

    Drive-side

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    Was down at the LBS yesterday talking to our locally renowned wheel builder and he let me play with a Velo Orange Grand Cru touring hub. I'm considering buying one and building a wheel around it, but I haven't found any reviews in terms of durability. The design allows one to disassemble it without tools. The vimeo link below shows the process.

    http://vimeo.com/23857739

    The bearings are a common size and can easily be replaced with Phil or other bearings. Overall, this seems pretty sweet, particularly with respect to drive-side spoke replacement, but if the durability isn't there... Well, it's a pretty paperweight.

    I had initially wondered about compatibility problems or difficulties inherent in replacing the freehub body until I saw this video:

    http://vimeo.com/33367169

    That's pretty impressive, as well. It essentially allayed my fears about that.

    The bearings in the actual freehub bodies -- Shimano specifically, at least -- are held in with circlips. There was a post on the Velo Orange site describing how one of their folks was able to get the bearings out of the main hub with a little pry-and-wiggle. Regarding carrying extra bearings, I saw a specific part number for the bearings somewhere from a manufacturer I presume, but I can't find it now. I'll keep looking, though. I'm not too sure I would worry about the bearings failing as much as I would the o-rings and seals around the axle. I would hope they are made of silicone, and can be ordered/carried. I haven't investigated this yet. My greatest concern at this point would be journaling of the axle by contaminants from failed seals. That statement is made from a state of ignorance. I don't know if that's a real concern or not, but that would certainly cause some pretty severe issues, I 'magine.

    A few bearings. Maybe a couple of spacers. They can't weight that much. smile

    आयुर्वेद

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    (Please let me know if the title of this post does not appear correctly. On my laptop, all I get are rectangles.)

    I think I've been getting poisoned by chemicals at work. I've had weird pains, stiffnesses, and weaknesses that just sprung up. A couple of weeks ago I woke up one morning to find the index and middle finger on each hand were stiff in a way I've never experienced. Even the knuckles were swollen. Now, on top of it all, and thanks to my compromised immune system, I have snot. Anyway, once I started feeling really sick and getting freaked out by the chemical exposure I drew on my complete lack of in-depth knowledge of Ayurvedic medicine and headed to the co-op. There I purchased the following:
    • Burdock root
    • Nettle leaves
    • Raspberry leaves (they were out of the Dandelion leaves that I wanted. Bastards!)
    • Milk thistle seeds
    • Turmeric root
    • Ginger root
    I used two tablespoons measured of everything except the turmeric and ginger. Of that, I just grated a bunch until I felt I had reasonable piles. Probably three or four tablespoons measured. I didn't really want to measure the turmeric. That stuff gets on everything. My fingers and nails are still stained a groovy saffron/yellow mustard yellow.

    I then boiled a little over half a liter of water and added the above ingredients. The mixture then simmers for at least ten minutes. This yields a dark yellow-brown liquid of what is essentially tea. Each time I drink water I mix a quarter of the tea with about three-quarters of water.

    At first, this stuff made me pee a lot! It's not a great surprise. Most of the ingredients are powerful diuretics. I don't know if any of this stuff is doing any immediate good, but cumulatively there is some compelling data, specifically for turmeric that makes it worth the surprisingly minimal cost of the ingredients.

    Lucky Number 7.

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    Washington is now the seventh state to legally recognize same-sex marriage. I love my state. Congratulations, everyone! I can't wait for the Youtube videos! smile

    The following is reproduced from the Seattle Times:

    Originally published Monday, February 13, 2012 at 6:19 PM
    Washington gov signs gay marriage bill into law

    Gov. Chris Gregoire handed gay rights advocates a major victory Monday, signing into law a measure that legalizes same-sex marriage in Washington state, making it the seventh in the nation to allow gay and lesbian couples to wed.

    Rachel LaCorte
    Associated Press

    OLYMPIA, Wash. —
    Gov. Chris Gregoire handed gay rights advocates a major victory Monday, signing into law a measure that legalizes same-sex marriage in Washington state, making it the seventh in the nation to allow gay and lesbian couples to wed.

    Gregoire signed the bill surrounded by gay rights supporters. "I'm proud our same-sex couples will no longer be treated as separate but equal," she said.

    Gregoire signed the bill surrounded by gay rights supporters. "I'm proud our same-sex couples will no longer be treated as separate but equal," she said.

    Read more...

    Great...

    Just what this world needs. Yet another spam vector. I knew getting rid of the internal private messaging system in favor of just one more internet email system was a bad idea. I guess, in the final analysis, I don't care why the Opera-folk decided this was a good idea. However, I do know that I have enough internet email addresses.

    Remember when they thought stripping html and bbcode formatting out of various parts of my.opera -- and particularly the "About Me" field on the About page -- was a good idea? Part of their primary rationales was security and spam attacks. That didn't last long before many of their measures appeared to be repealed.

    I rarely, if ever, got this sort of internet spam over the old messaging system.

    ----- Original message -----
    From: "ddstella desmond" <ddstelladesmond@gmail.com>
    To: undisclosed-recipients: ;
    Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2012 15:24:21 +0000
    Subject: FOR YOU

    Hello,
    My name is Miss Stella, I got your contact via www.myopera However I'm
    writing to know If your address is in order.Reply me as soon as you receive
    this mail so that I can send you my photo.Hope soon for your reply.
    Yours,stella
    (Stelladesmond21@hotmail.com)



    Totally, "Stella." I'll get right on that.

    (Here's the spam message above with full headers.)

    Only Sleeping.

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    Every time I go to sleep I close my eyes hoping that I will be woken up looking in to yours. --amj
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