Thanks to the awesome Mr. Chris Pirillo, who I had the pleasure of meeting at Seattle Startup Weekend, I’m going to the Gnomedex 8.0 conference here in rainy Seattle later this month.
My roommate brought a shirt to my attention that I should wear to Gnomedex (mostly because she’s convinced I’m going to a convention that’s literally all about gnomes), and we found a couple of other priceless punny tshirt gems:
“Gnomeland Security”
“To Gnome is to love me”
“Hanging with my Gnomies”
Puns aside, I’m really excited from Gnomedex. I believe I know at least two others going: Andrew Hyde and Bruce Henry, if you are attending please let me know.
Update! Marina Martin is going! Yay!
Well, I can barely move… so that kind of keeps me from biking. I’ve got some high-tech cyborg replacement skin over my knee, and I think I did twist my ankle. My knee is periodically leaking… and I’m pretty sure that’s not good. Luckily, I generally heal like Wolverine. Harmony said all I have in common with Wolverine is stubbornness, but I like to think it’s more. I stayed home yesterday, aside from a necessary run to Fred Meyer for more hydrogen peroxide, but managed to limp in to work today. I’m still eager to bike again as soon as possible.
It’s also a bummer because I was supposed to start climbing this week forward on Tuesday and Thursday mornings early (like 6:30am early) at the Stone Gardens Gym in Ballard with Harmony. But, seeing as I barely get up the stairs, I doubt I’ll be Spider-Man-ing up any walls soon.
Wow, two Marvel Comics references in one post. Nice.
I guess my own personal Bike-o-Rama August started on August 1st, but I didn’t know it then. That Friday, I took my Little bike riding. I’m trying to emphasize non-consumer-focused activities, and bike riding is one of our favourites together. We biked from Sandpoint past Matthew’s Beach and back. It was then I decided that the rest of August would be dedicated to seeing how much I could make my bike my main form of transportation. I’ve taken the bike to work before, but starting Monday, I would be seriously commuting by bike.
Saturday, I rode from my place to the University District to get some lights and a gear problem looked at. I rode to Gasworks park to meet my friends Erica and Eva, and a bike festival was going on in the park. Not seriously, I took that as a good omen of my newly determined hardcore hobby. Turns out, Eva just got a bike too, and needed a bike buddy! Perfect. After a bit, Erica went to go sailboating (as people are want to do in these parts) and Eva and I fetched her bike from Phinney Ridge and headed downtown to meet up with other friends for The Dark Knight at The Big Picture. After that, I rode from Belltown to Justin’s place in lower Queen Anne, and even ran into (not literally) Andy along the way. Biking is great! All was well. I was feeling really prepped for Monday’s commute.
So, along rolls Monday. My ride into work is swell. I scoff at a hipster on a fixie along my way (internally, anyhow). I feel like a hardcore bike commuter. I got up Pine Street! Booyah!
(Warning: graphic description of DOOM)
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