Mister Mustache

I’m growing back the mustache. I miss it. I’ll be posting a picture every couple days to track progress.

Evil Genius Grows Back Mustache

If you are lucky, they won’t be weirdly distorted Photo Booth pictures, but you never know.

Neighborino

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My neighbors just painted their house orange. Also I just found out that he went to Haverford and she went to Bryn Mawr, and that they graduated in ’95. That makes four people from the Bi-Co on one small block: them, me, and Heather across the street, whose Spanish class I TA’ed (and whose roommate I dated). Weird.

Saddle Rash

Sunday was hot and long and noisy and full of wind noise. Every biker in the world seemed to be out. I saw kids in not enough armor on ridiculously overpowered sportbikes, a couple guys in sweaty head-to-toe racing leathers riding flashy Italian sportbikes, and any number of choppers, cruisers, and even a custom drag-racing bike with an extended swingarm and what looked like a nitrous system.

At a gas station in Nashua I asked another biker what was up, and he said “I’m hot, my ass hurts, my fingers are numb, and I’m loving every minute of it.”

All told, I put over 650 miles on the bike this weekend. It was hot, my legs and shoulders are sore, the backs of my thighs are chafed and tender, and I loved every minute of it.

Onward to Canadia

I’m in Montreal, QC, today. Took the bike up yesterday, through Franconia Notch, stopping every sixty or hundred miles to stretch and try to keep my ass from falling asleep. Made excellent time: great weather, only a few short showers, and those kind of helped to clean the bugs off my face shield.

I’ve spent most of today nursing a hangover and cleaning up old sites at Top 10 Sources but I did manage to catch the last fifteen minutes of the Mexico/Angola match at a bar on Boul. St. Laurent. (Note to Luis: spoilers follow!)

It looked like Angola was pretty happy to hold Mexico to a draw– Mexico is a pretty strong team, and since it’s Angola’s first time at the cup, and since they lost to Portugal the first go-round, I guess expectations were pretty low. Underpromise and overdeliver, as the software kids say, and you’ll please your customers.

A lot of people complain that soccer is boring because it’s a low-scoring game. But really what it has is a lot of incredible saves, and that can make even a match with a final score of 0-0 a pretty exciting experience. As with any sport, it helps to know what the hell is going on while you watch it.

Also, Angola has a kick-ass flag.