Is it better to get good pads on a no-name brand caliper or get better calipers?
How much of a difference would a good crank make?
SRAM Rival or Shimano 105 or Tektro R580?
Hope everyone's finals went well and that they have a relaxing spring break.
Today I shove linear algebra into my brain.
Tomorrow I spit it up early in the morning write after chewing on some engineering.
Tomorrow I go on a bike ride and play PSO (unfortunately, but my guy is level 108!).
The next day I shove calculus into the brain.
The next day, I spit it up.
The next day, I BS through an archeology test.
I'm so excited for it all too!!! Sorry to make you all jealous about the wonderful time I will have this week.
I was driving to Christina's place one night, and there was one of those people with all the bumper stickers on their back fender. So I read some. One said "It's hard to find a good planet" which I took as we need to be more aware of our effect on the Earth. Then I noticed that they had a very smoggy exhaust and chuckled.
Lance Armstrong is riding through Davis in that Amgen Tour of California if you guys didn't know. I think they are circling around central park a few times. Sure you would probably only see them for a minute, but it would still be cool I think.
I've been thinking about reworking my vinatge shwinn with some new brakes and handlebars. So the question is, would it be stupid to put bull horn handlebars on it?
People sometimes wonder why God allows bad stuff to happen to good people.
Ben wonders why God allows good stuff to happen to all people. That is all.
It is almost here. I'm just looking forward to not having school and the apartment to myself for a few days. The worst part about going home for two nights, apart from not playing with the little doggie, is not having enough time to barbecue with my new favorite book night beside me shedding its ever knowing wisdom situations that all men will hopefully face sometime in their life and guidance regarding when to flip and not to add too much zest and spice. I like to cook, but there will be none of that this holiday break but I still give thanks that someone else has to stress about feeding the entire living Neff clan that is in the state.
Now it is time to share a creation that I have become thankful for discovering. The Biscuit Burger. I don't think I am the one to have created this perfect blending of old country style bread with the ever delicious ground hefer flank, but I have not experienced it outside of my apartment kitchen. As the name says, it is a hamburger with a biscuit as the bun. Pure goodness on a plate. The unfortunately George Foreman grilled burger (since stupid UV won't allow us our own BBQs) atop half a drop biscuit with the other half applied after lettuce, mustard, and pickles. The whole thing turns into one in your mouth and the feeling is one that you must experience for yourself.
So, I have pink eye for the first time. It sucks. I have eye boogers that if I were to save from the start of it, I could probably spread it on some toast to share with Hannibal, since he may enjoy something like that.
The worst part of it was it just happened all of a sudden, just like a fart but out of different glands and ducts.
I'll have to take a picture of it somehow to share with the world my Hannibal toast spread of an eye.
It's just been bad news for the right eye the last two weeks. First the bike crash that scraped her up and now this viral infectional eyeball. "Bummer dawg," is all I can say to it.
Next time you all see me, "I'm not crying, it's just raining on my face" (quote from Flight of the ConChords I believe) and I have a hurtin ball of eye. That and I'm just an emotional dude.
The next bummer to happen is that I will wake up with booger cake not letting me open my eyes to a new day. *sigh*
So, what is faith?
I heard a really cool definition of it today from the pastor of my church at this thing called the Alpha Course (which I hope some of you would like to come to next week).
He said something like this. Faith isn't a blind jump into the darkness. Faith is seeing that there is evidence that points toward a common idea, then taking a step of faith that moves closer to the unknowns that can't be directly proved.
We all walk into a room hoping that there's oxygen to breathe, that it's not all just in one corner and boom dead, right?
Look at a door handle. We are just so used to walking up to it and turning it that we don't even think about if it will work, break, fall out, or not turn at all and of course explode for another boom dead. But we have the faith that the pieces under the casing of the door handle work together and open the door. Of course, you can pop off the casing and watch the handle work to prove that it works directly, but we have the faith that it works everytime since I don't think we all check before we open the door to see if it works under the casing.
Neff out.
I have no idea who wrote this, but I found it in my room while cleaning it out for the move to Davis. I got this from my mom I bet.
We Can Learn From Dogs
1) Never pass up the oppurtunity to go for a joyride.
2) Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
3) When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
4) When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.
5) Let others know when they have invaded your territory.
6) Take naps and stretch before rising.
7) Run, romp, and play daily.
8) Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
9) Be loyal.
10) Never pretend to be something you're not.
11) If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
12) When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle him or her gently.
13) Thrive on attention and let people touch you. (appropriately, of course)
14) Avoid biting when a gentle growl will do.
15) On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
16) When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
17) No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout. Run right back and make friends.
18) Delight in the simple joys of a long walk.
