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September 2012

00:39 Wednesday 12 September 2012

yesterday, today, and tomorrow

yesterday i cycled to work. today i cycled to work. yesterday i cycled home from
work in the dark. today i cycled home from work in the dark. yesterday cycling
home in the dark was good. today cycling home in the dark was grim. yesterday
cycling home in the dark i was too warm. today cycling home in the dark i was
too cool. yesterday cycling home in the dark i wore too much. today cycling home
in the dark i wore too little. yesterday cycling home in the dark the weather
was warm. today cycling home in the dark the weather was cool. yesterday cycling
home in the dark i was excited. today cycling home in the dark i was spooked.
yesterday cycling home in the dark i saw very little traffic. today cycling home
in the dark i saw very little traffic. yesterday cycling home in the dark i did
not wait for a train. today cycling home in the dark i did wait for a train.
yesterday cycling home in the dark i cycled down farm tracks and alongside a
river. today cycling home in the dark i cycled down farm tracks and alongside a
river. yesterday cycling home in the dark i thought about cycling to work today.
today cycling home in the dark i thought about purchasing a new tool tomorrow.
yesterday i cycled to work in the afternoon without a helmet. today i cycled to
work in the afternoon wearing a helmet. yesterday i cycled to work in the
afternoon with my bag strapped to the pannier with its top facing forward. today
i cycled to work in the afternoon with my bag strapped to the pannier with its
bottom facing forward. yesterday before i cycled home in the dark i realized
turning my bag around to face the other way had certain advantages when
strapping it to the pannier. today before i cycled home in the dark i turned my
bag to face a certain way which had advantages when strapping it to the pannier.
yesterday before i cycled to work in the afternoon i forgot to pack in my bag
the battery pouch for my lights. today before i cycled to work in the afternoon
i remembered to pack in my bag the battery pouch for my lights. yesterday while
at work i wrapped the battery for my lights in a piece of inner tube. today
while at work i left the battery for my lights in my bag. tomorrow i will drive
my car to work. tomorrow i will drive my car to work.

18:37 Thursday 6 September 2012

Keep On Cycling and Remain Calm

This morning around the time I'd pick up my keys and walk out the door and get in my car and drive to work I failed to find my car keys. I looked around the house and in the shed and in Karly's car but could not find them.

I looked in the sitting room in the kitchen upstairs and the cupboard under the stairs but still could not find them. Karly woke up and got dressed and tried to find them.

I was getting ready to cycle to work but she said I would be even later if I did that, so she would take me. It didn't take much arguing on her part before she won me round on the idea.

I made a few last ditch efforts to find my keys while I was unlocking my bike in the shed ready to take to Karly's car. Still nothing. The bike is trickier to get in the back of a hatchback since attaching a pannier to it.

I clocked forty minutes late at twenty to seven in the morning just after locking my bike in the entrance to the factory.

Later on Karly txted me to say her Dad had found my keys but would be out when I called round. They would leave them in their greenhouse so I could collect them.

Someone at work commented on my bike only having a single chainwheel at the front. I said it was an experiment.

I needed to make a detour to collect my car keys so made a further detour to cycle past a small chalkpit the entrance of which is now blocked and following from that along the bridleway which runs alongside Manston airport.

The route took further detours to get some off-road cycling into the journey bumping the length up to 16 miles. I didn't come across any hills steep enough to pose a problem for me with only a 46 tooth chainwheel at the front. I did however come across one very overgrown bridleway closer to home, but was suprised at only a single instance of bindweed clogging up in the derailleur.

The journey was made on my 'commuter' bike - the Trek 3900 fitted with the drivetrain and hydraulic brakes from the Gary Fisher Marlin Disc. The parts were all upgrades and provided stiffer more responsive riding than the factory fitted components originally with the Trek.

However, I still have the factory fitted SunTour forks which the more I ride off-road with, the less impressed I am with. They clunk when lifting the front wheel up to land flat when riding off a curb for example.

07:58 Saturday 1 September 2012

So sorry for myself

Woke up early this morning a big lorry or something had been past and an alarm was set off (by the lorry or not whatever). Had been dreaming about listening to some music I had made so I got up out of bed and got dressed. Made a cup of tea and listened to some music I made a few years ago.

With an echo of the music from my dream still in my mind, the first piece I expected to most closely resemble it was Racy Daisy Grazy. It wasn't exactly the same but did bear a close resemblance the proved satisfying.

I do listen to a few tracks I've made over the years from time to time and this morning it proved interesting to listen to that piece again. It seemed more minimal than I remembered as if my memory had filled in the gaps with chords and melodies which don't exist.

While listening to "Racy Daisy Grazy" I always remember that not long after producing it, and another track, Slab Cludge I exchanged a few emails with an artist whom I can't remember the name of, who said he preferred the latter of the two.

I listened to a couple more of my tracks which didn't evoke much within me until I listened to Long Drawn Out Hairy Bullshit. One of the first things I remember about this one is that I was actually paid a compliment by someone (a Christian IIRC software developer) on the Linux Audio Mailing list.

Of course by the time I'd got around to listening to "Long Drawn Out Hairy Bullshit" I was already thinking about how my past creativity has declined since I'm no longer frequently jobless and single and lonely. I found this track quite intense to listen to reminding me just how lonely I used to feel... But also how I used to believe all the "creativity" (music, art, drawing, painting, programming) would eventually work out for me and I'd be a happy and well respected artist "of some description".

Now I am 37 ½ years old I keep feeling I am getting old and thinking about my failure to get out of the low paid manual labour rut I fell into straight away after graduating from university. My failure to ever really "break out of my shell". People are supposed to do that when growing up aren't they?

My real world friends have become virtual friends on Facebook with whom little is exchanged. My virtual acquaintances (ie those I used to want as peers) while classified as friends on Facebook are still nothing more than virtual and increasing people I am jealous of because they're doing what I always wanted to and I'm working in some shitty factory for the minimum wage.

According to github, I last commited code to Petri-Foo 25 days ago. Nobody has been in contact which means it's either working fine or no one gives a shit. Either way I don't care right now to do anything about it. There's the usual call to arms on the Linux Audio Developers list which I would have once argued my point of view with but I know it wouldn't be constructive or relevant when I'm feeling so negative.

Around the time I last commited code to Petri-Foo I decided to make the most of what little sun we're having this Summer by riding my mountain bike more frequently.

My less serious mountain bike, the one Trek sent me as a replacement for the cracked Gary Fisher Marlin Disc, I've been modifying. A couple of months ago now I put a pannier on it. Now I've securely fixed a rear LED to the pannier. It's become a bike for commuting, or at least that is the intention. It's a bike I'm not scared at all from modifying. Inspired by the Olympic Mountain Biking, I'v turned the stem upside down to lower the handle bars and put me in a racier-attack position. I've converted the drive-train to 1x9 instead of 3x9. Achieved by taking the front derailieur and shifter off, and removing two of the three front chain rings. Me being me being me, I chose to keep the largests sprocket on the front instead of the middle sprocket. Which in my case happens to be larger the most other mountain bike sprockets at 46 teeth - as if cycling 12 miles to work and then back isn't hard enough. I think I've finally indentified where that annoying squeak is coming from - the seatpost from my old bike (it was marginally lighter). I recently also spent £24 on those popular so-called "Cree XM-L T6 1600 lumen" bicycle lights on fleabay to help with the commuting.

That's it for now...

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