Gone Fishin'


I'm not actively blogging here anymore. But if you got here because you were searching for something about bikes, you might want to check out my latest project, Vermont Goldsprints. In summer of 2014, I bought a used goldsprints racing setup and have made it a mission to get more bikes in more people's faces by putting on fun races in unexpected places. Come join me!


Austen Sleeps

Austen sleeps through the violent thunderstorm. Drop a fork on the tile in the kitchen and he's up, let the doorknob return back to latch too quickly and he's up. But a ball of fire that seems centered in the backyard it's so close and there isn't a sound. Maybe he knows about the power of a thunderstorm. The vent the gas people installed on the chimney is a steel drum in the rain, especially if you sit by that chimney in the basement, ear to the stubbed pipe, capped some time in the last century. It used to run to some unknown appliance that took some unknown fuel. Coal? We all have our patched holes, places where we once connected and now forget. Various windows tap and thwack with the driven water, the gutters are overwhelmed now, spilling down the walls of this little house. The yard puddles, the perennial garden with its mulch and compost does not, this lump of early-spring brown patch in front of the house practically basks. The street flows deep now. Most nights we draw the curtains in the bedroom, but tonight my wife has pulled one aside. The north sky goes silver from time to time, then drums.


Body Work: Week Eleven Journal and Summary

This was the first week where I've had any kind of setback. All kinds of schedule conflicts (night meetings, etc) conspired to keep me off the bike more than I wanted to be, and in fact I have to give Kate a lot of credit for the times i did get on the bike, because for the most part they were all times that she had to put aside she wanted to do something to watch Austen while I rode. 

What exercise I did do was totally squandered by my horrible eating pattern over our long weekend away from home. I saw a little bump up in weight on Saturday morning, pigged out, and suddenly found myself up on my averages for weight and body fat, and a very, very scary five pounds packed on in the 24 hours between Saturday morning and Sunday morning. Anyway, it's a new week full of opportunities to make the right choices, but if I want to do this it isn't going to be enough to watch what i eat some of the time, it's going to have to be all of the time for awhile. And I need to be able to watch what I'm doing not just some of the time or in some of the places I go, but in all of them. 

Here's to a new week, tale of the tape follows:


Body Work: Week Ten Journal and Summary

It feels undeniably lame to be posting nothing but food journals and exercise/weight updates, but this is what I need to be doing right now. There's poetry in my head, and other writing, and there are photos to be taken and photos already taken to be uploaded, and all sorts of other things. But this weight loss thing, this establishing of a new relationship with food is something I have needed to do for a long time, like maybe for the last 15 years, or since college, give or take. So the Moby Dick, the King Lear, the post I want to do about rocking Austen to sleep at night that I write a little bit of every night when I rock him to sleep, the pictures of my new commuting bike setup, it all has to wait a little while as I pour myself into this "me" project. 

That's what it is, isn't it? A project. Like learning to brew beer, or building a bicycle wheel or anything else. So where are we? It was another good week, with an overall weight loss of


Body Work:Week Nine Journal and Summary

It was a good week, marked by my finally getting up to hour-long sessions on the bike, but a failure on my part to get all of the bike workouts again. Tomorrow is another day, as they say. I saw some significant weight loss, but I also feel like I might have been running around dehydrated all week, so we'll see how things moderate this week.


Body Work: Week Eight Journal and Summary

It was a good week. My time on the rollers passed by a little more easily than usual, and the food situation was reasonable. Coming up this week: I finally get to do hour-long rollers sessions. a few weeks ago that would have felt impossible. And who knows, maybe the weather will get nice enough for some running?  Numbers and gory food details follow:

Week 8 Summary:

Goal: Lose 30 pounds, from 224.17 pounds down to 194.17 pounds by the week of June 1, 2011, calculated using 7-day average weight.

Average Weight:  207.11 pounds, down


Brewing Journal: Batches #8 and #9, Entry #2; RIP Bourbon Barrel Porter

Racked Batches #8 and #9 to kegs tonight, each with a half-cup of white sugar for natural carbonation in the keg.

Batch #8 (German Altbier) finished up at 1.011, which, with a starting gravity of 1.051 means an ABV of