I picked up my sweet new bike from Urbane Cyclist today, and immediately almost killed myself on my way home. Streetcar tracks come out of nowhere when you are trying to get into toe clips and coasting is not an option.

I didn't die, however, and made it home in one piece. I immediately removed the few decals on the frame, and the bike is now a nice, minimal straight black all over. While it needs a name, I think I need to spend some time with it before I know what its name will be. Before I picked it up I was pretty sure I was going to name it Rock Hudson, but now I'm not so sure anymore.


Figure 1. The other Rock Hudson

In other news, my Maria Von Trapp haircut continues to rule and I continue to detest getting up early in the morning.

This weekend I rearranged my living room and, I think, finally found an appropriate place for the fat man chair. I also made the biggest loaf of banana bread you have ever seen and watched the entire first season of Mad Men. Middle age, here I am.