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Life: The adventure of a lifetime
Art: My church
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Politics: The art of controlling your environment
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This Content From 2003 (or earlier) see index

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The Compound

All Along The BQE

The Schwinn City Sinners: hell on wheels, rolling machismo, more tough than the AARP and the girl scouts combined: nine testicles of fury.

We are a roaming gang of miscreants

Hot: Greenpoint
Not: North Williamsberg
Interests:
Booze
Punk Rock Music
Zywiec "The beer of Poles"
Harrassing people on the BQE from our roof
Cursing
Leaning on walls
Wrestling
Nascar
Flatulence
PFC

Dislikes:
The Strokes
Pseudo Intelectuls
Wannabe thugs
Graphic design
"Communications"
capri pants for men

What can I say? My roomates and I have own brand of humor. Pictured in the above photo (and collaborating on this entry) are the following, from left to right: Frank (The Enabler), Josh (Outlandish), Wes (Turbo Exhaust), Jeremy (Slarz) and Kevin (Murphy). Not pictured (but also a part of the Meeker Ave crew): Alex (A-Stock), John and Sarah.

We like to dress in cosutmes too.
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Trips

Trips in Space and Time 8/02/03

Big Wheels in Berkeley
I scored a set of west-coast wheels today at the Ashby BART station flea market. It's a very tall schwinn road bike, black, deceptively heavy but smooth-riding. Thirty-five dollars to boot. I oiled and cleaned the works, dialed in the bakes and took it out for a shake-down cruise immediately. Nice riding on a beautiful saturday, realizing how out of shape I am as I wheezed my way though the hilly area behind the Berkeley campus.

After about an hour I started to get the swing of it. Made some minor mechanical adjustments (including a free wheel truing at the bike collective on Shattuck), drank a few liters of water and started finding my groove, cruising up and around and ending up with a beautiful view of the whole bay. The roads here are not kind to the speed inclined -- too many stop signs and crosswalks and lights -- but it was good to get out and proj for a while. This changes my summer dramatically.

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