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So things have been a bit insane here lately. Okay, a lot insane. Work, wedding prep, and framebuilding have been taking a ton out of me. That I’m even taking a few minutes to write a blog entry is horrifying to me. This post is sort of a “last update for awhile,” as this site has taken a back-burner to everything else in my life. I do promise that will change in late September or early October. I have some fun, interesting stuff going on in the next, oh, 30-40 days, and it’ll make for some interesting reading.

I’ve got a couple things that are pre-scheduled, but they won’t make for interesting reading.

The 101 Things in 1001 Days? Yeah, I did fuck-all nothing in August. I have a few tasks that are underway, but nothing completed. September looks a LOT more promising.

Josh and I have started to hash out a really cool web project. With the wedding approaching, it’s gotten a bit nuts so progress is stalled a bit, but we’re going to start hitting that hard in about a month. I’m going to take a sketchpad with me and doodle some UI/UX and make a bunch of notes while I sit on a beach and drink margaritas.

Lately, I seem to be the fountain of fucking awesome ideas. I go through bursts with this, really. I’ll have a whole stream of ideas that need to be addressed and I find myself waking up at 3 a.m. to scribble notes in a Moleskine.

So many good ideas. RocketGarage, which is actually being worked-on. A couple of bike products that require patents. And Sunday night, a billion-dollar idea that floored me with the simplicity of the concept and the difficulty of slinging the code. Been bubbling over with writing ideas, too — fiction work, not bloggy stuffs. And then there’s that book full of font sketches that I should finally do something about…

Arrrrrrgh! I love the flow of creativity, I hate the lack of production time. Must prioritize.

Items accomplished in August: 0
Total items accomplished: 6/101
Percentage complete: 5.9%

Completed in August:
Nada. Zip, zilch, nothing. I’m working on all the last-minute shit re: getting married.

Primary In-Progress in August:
1. Marry Kate.
28. Clean up my entire iTunes library.
71. Socialize Vinnie.

Man, my days of struggling to make a living are over.

Three thousand rupees. That’s $60. Per month. That’s either a damned smart play at credibility, or Khushi Pawar thinks that 3000 rupees is a boatload of money.

I’m so tired.

Today, I am only doing 7 hours at the office, which means I get to leave at 2:30, but more on that later.

I feel like I’m at the cusp of the marathon. For me that usually happened around 17-18 miles: “I’ve come so far, but I still have so much further to go.”

The wedding prep is spinning like a top. Combine it with my work schedule where I’ve worked 11 hours on Monday and 10 hours on Tuesday, and I’m just about to collapse.

Tonight, Kate has a dinner thing for work. I’m going up to Princeton to build bike stuff because it’s damned relaxing and I need to slow down and let my mind go quiet. So here’s my plan for tonight:

• Fork: Sweat apart fork, re-do crown. This will necessitate using the lathe to create a sleeve so I can put a 1″ steerer tube into a 1 1/8″ socketed crown. No big deal there.
• Commuter frame: Sweat DT free from BB. Tweak BB shell lug shaping. Put new seat tube into BB. Put DT back into BB.
• Track frame: Prep seat tube and BB shell. Tack.
• Justin’s MTB frame: Prep seat tube and BB shell. Tack.
• If I have time, I may also toss together a prototype for a design I’m patenting. It’s a 2-second thing.

Yes. Life is crazy, but I still have awesome things in it.

Stormy, a resident at Home for Life.

This is Stormy. He was injured by blunt force trauma to his face, an injury that required one of his eyes to be removed. The other eye is covered in cataracts as a result of bleeding inside the eyeball. Stormy is blind, with no chance of having his sight restored. He’s our “new cat” — I put that in quotes because he won’t be coming home with us. Stormy lives at Home for Life, a facility in Stillwater that provides a home to sick, abused, and special needs animals, so that they can live out the remainder of their lives in a peaceful and safe environment. His whole story is here.

Kate and I sponsored Stormy so that he, and other animals like him, can continue to benefit from the work that Home for Life does. I know that a large majority of you that read this have pets, and I’d ask that if you haven’t done your good deed for the year yet, to please consider sponsoring one of their cats or dogs, or making a small donation.

(As a friendly note, keep a box of kleenex handy when you read some of the animal stories.)

I should never be allowed on the Internet before my morning coffee. Ever. I said some harsh shit on a framebuilders’ mailing list that came across much more biting than I had intended, and then I ordered the wrong type of fork crown for a project. Of course, this means I’m in a shitty mood. Lovely.

Here’s hoping I can be non-psycho by the end of the day.

It’s Tuesday, so most of my memories of the weekend have started to fade. Here’s the recap without delving into too much detail:

Friday:

• Got to hang out with Dave for a bit at a focus group thing he was doing.
• Met @bibliogrrl and visited Psycho Suzi’s for the first time.
• Picked Josh up at the airport.
• Went out and had a few drinks.

Saturday:

• Cheesesteak for lunch.
• Bachelor party with Josh, Dave, Nels, and Bob. Exceptional. See also: Fogo de Chao, beer, boobies.
• Employer paid for a round of booze. (Thanks, Brendon!)

Sunday:

• Woke up early, only the mildest of hangovers.
• Cured hangover with McDonald’s breakfast.
• Went up to Princeton with Josh. Worked on fork for James.
• Sent pics of fork to James. James happy. That’s good.
• Came home.
• Cat nap.
• Kate came home, earlier than planned.
• Took Josh to airport.

Days remaining until wedding: 19.

Turn off the lights at the comedy club and put up the “for sale” signs. Humanity has achieved the end-all be-all of humor. We no longer need to spend countless man-hours writing new jokes. We have reached the pinnacle and there is nothing funny left to discover.

Mascot humor is the core of all other jokes.

I will never, ever laugh this hard again. And that’s sad.

So yeah, it’s promising to be another long/busy night. I have to clean and prep for the bachelor party weekend. I want to make some tweaks to Bike612, but that’ll probably get back-burnered.

I also want to go for a ride tonight. Fuck “want” — I am going for a ride tonight.