Or at least some of them. It’s a bad idea to leave your bike in a hot car- heat raises pressure and softens rubber, and then before you know it, you’ve had 10 flats in just a few weeks. And it’s always a bummer to go out to get your wheels for a ride and find flats. <br /><br />Last night was a typical monday- blue note pool, tommy g night ride, but with a couple bonuses. Ran into some people who told me rumors of photo work, so that’s pretty awesome. Also: Alibi’s, which I’d never been to before last night, has $3 bottomless cups of beer. It’s shitty light beer, but it will make drunkface just fine. <br /><br /><span class=”caption” >Meet Tasha. Cool chick. I fixed her bike a little. And by fixed her bike, you know what I mean. Flat tire, of course.<br /></span><img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/finally,_i_know_where_the_flats_are_coming_from/1187/0001.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /><br />So, after some drinking, it was time to ride and work off the beer. We got about a mile, and then I had a blowout. My guess is my rim strip already had a hole from the first blowout of the night, which happened in my car before the evening started. So, I had to sit around and wait for some one to go grab my car, and then we made a walmart run for more tubes, and then the ride was back on. <br /><br /><span class=”caption” >self, tasha. Tommy needs his own camera, he’s got a good eye.</span><img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/finally,_i_know_where_the_flats_are_coming_from/1187/0002.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /><br />By the time we were actually riding, it was 3:30am. We did a couple parking garages, a little bricktown, I skidded the ramp in front of the theater (it’s a really long ass ramp, ~100 yards), and the freewheel riding dudes (tommy and lem) I was with didn’t care. <br /><br /><span class=”caption” >”Wouldn’t it be cool to climb that fire escape,” Tommy said. “Except for the fall and die part,” I said.</span><img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/finally,_i_know_where_the_flats_are_coming_from/1187/0003.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /><br /><span class=”caption” >Lem</span><img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/finally,_i_know_where_the_flats_are_coming_from/1187/0004.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /><br /><span class=”caption” >Tommy<br /></span><img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/finally,_i_know_where_the_flats_are_coming_from/1187/0005.jpg” alt=”Photos” />
Posted by matt on 2009-05-12T00:00:00Z GMT
remember when I said I was bored with taking pictures of drunk people? somebody heard that and responded with the wildest, craziest thing I’ve ever seen at a party. They had a water boarding party. In priest robes.
They swore up and down that they’d gotten them legally. The robes. And as for the water torture, well, what’s a little torture between friends?
Actually, everyone pouring got poured on too, so it was at least sort of fair. And there was a “safe word,” in the form of a hammer that the person on the board would drop when they’d had enough. Which was usually seconds. Nobody made it very long.
Right now, you’re thinking to yourself, “Did MM get waterboarded?” and the answer is a definite no. I drowned <a href=”http://payingoffmyloans.blogspot.com/2008/01/nine-times-ive-nearly-died-pt-1.html”>once before</a> (note, the near-death count has gone up since then), was resuscitated, and for about six years of my childhood I didn’t go near the water, and I took very shallow baths. So, I don’t need to experience simulated drowning, I’ve had the real thing.
Other than the torture, it was a pretty standard evening, with a lot of beer and liquor consumed, and crashing out on the couch. I hadn’t been letting myself get that drunk, but once in a while it’s fun. At least I didn’t black out.
Posted by matt on 2009-05-10T00:00:00Z GMT
You know that story about how some monasteries require applicants to stand outside and wait for three days before they can enter? After a semester of teaching a bunch of kids who are just there to fill in a blank on their degree rubric, I understand that now. So many people aren’t in college to learn, they’re there to buy a piece of paper. And when you expect them to do more than sit there in class and stare at the wall, they balk. Sometimes there’s one or two good students, but they’re the exception. It would be nice if we could limit our students to those who wanted to learn. <br /><br /><span class=”caption” >Dinner on no diet day. Gotta love it.</span><img src=”https://images.matt.pictures/i_hate_grading/1191/grill.jpg” alt=”Photos” /><br /><br />Oh well. I’ll never be an ancient sage of anything, either, and I’m not taking another teaching job, unless it’s teaching photography as art. I’ll never forget the blank faces I got after showing my students “La Jetee.” It wasn’t that they didn’t understand the film, they had just ignored it. Anyway, the sun is shining, the outside is gorgeous, and I’m off.
Posted by matt on 2009-05-06T00:00:00Z GMT
