Mooseknuckler Cycling Alliance

First Observation

7:30 a.m. I step out into the frigid air with but one thing on my mind, heading back to bed. Unfortunately, I have a class to be to, and the bed won’t be returned to until tonight, most likely rather late. I had already done my morning weather check by peaking through the front curtains and checking snow accumulation. Today, there was nothing new on top of the cars. Without too much thinking, I wonder around the corner of the house to where my bike awaits. I flip it around and head towards the street. As soon as I round the bend, I finally look up at the sky. It’s clear, that kind of clear that only happens after a good storm and all the muck we put in the sky is washed back out. The glow from the soon-to-rise sun is peaking over the Bear River range and the moon, in its sliced stage is glowing the brightest form of white. (more…)

I ran across this while reading my favorite Latin American paper, El Mercurio. The story is worth a read and a good shake of an angry fist at the car gods for their ability to make us all act insane.

For the story in English, click here.

Ride more. Drive Less.

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Today I learned about Ernie Pyle. We discussed his war correspondence and style in one of my journalism classes. Dr. Sweeny our fearless deparment head throw the question out to the class of why we thought this style of journalism is no longer seen. Christy, yes Alley Cat Christy, responded by saying that it was much more dificult for reporters to get into those positions and the government held a filter that censured everything coming out of combat areas and in her opinion was why we didn’t always hear about deaths, suicides and other misdeads until months or years later. (more…)

I ran across this, it’s a good laugh

http://www.maddogmedia.com/cartoons.html 

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