Burn Girl Prom Queen.

pineapple hill road race. july 24, 2011.

goodness gracious that was bloody brutal. four laps: fourteen miles each - including four miles of ascend known as pineapple hill, forty-five mile per hour downhill descends, and the glare of the summer heat. hawaii has never been so miserably beautiful.

Be A Bright Blue.

in our bedroom after the war was not the latest album by canadian band, stars. spotify informed that the band has produced an album each year since 2007, then spotify encouraged me to listen to them all - in their entirety. the swedish have invaded, and their version of pandora is bloody amazing.

both seth goodnight and jeremy pang recently procured road bicycles. two years ago I would have never seen this day coming as we all rode fixed gear bicycles exclusively. variable gears were viewed as unnecessary and sheldon brown was our one-gear god. but we all kind of grew up (seth finished graduate school, jeremy got married) and road bicycles with their promise of prolonging rides gained appeal.

it was humorous to see how each party went about acquiring their bicycles. seth went on craigslist and locally found a salvageable bianchi that had been relegated to a garage decoration. jeremy went on ebay and bid several paychecks for a gorgeous colnago shipped from europe. both bicycles are equally beautiful with subtle signs of aged steel.

over the past weekend seth and I saw the google maps bicycle - or tricycle, as it was on three wheels - at mccully warehouse. apparently google had not anticipated the rough streets of honolulu and its employees needed new wheels, tires, and tubes. seth and I asked to take photos with the google maps tricycle but one of the employees was throwing a fit and forced a prompt departure.

still, we learned from warehouse old timer bill that the employees had no control of the google maps tricycle’s street view camera(s). apparently a GPS in the cockpit of the tricycle told employees exactly where to ride the bicycle and all the equipment was controlled from somewhere at google headquarters. crazy stuff.

this upcoming weekend the pineapple hill road race will be held in wahiawa. I honestly do not think I am prepared for it, so a physically painful sunday morning is scheduled to occur.

"maybe one day our dreams can merge together."

“friday night lights” began as nonfiction book, became a film, and for the last five years the best television series ever made. america lost one of its greatest stories with the end of the television version of “friday night lights.” because that was what “friday night lights” was: american storytelling at its most visual. the series finale -entitled “always”- shall invariably be remembered as the single most momentous moment in american television.

as blogger doug norrie wrote: "'Friday Night Lights' is a story about very simple things that remain decidedly complex at their cores. Family is simple. Family life is complicated. Friendship is simple. Relationships are complicated. Football is simple. Football teams are complicated. Small towns are simple. Dillon, Texas is complicated. And while in that pilot episode, in that first half hour, we’d have loved to think everything would turn out for our heroes, the writers of 'Friday Night Lights' drove home, with crushing clarity the idea that life, in its simplicity, is incredibly complex."

it was never about winning, it was always about graciously embracing the odds.