August, 2007


29
Aug 07

Racing Stinky

Today I got out for a short 16 mile ride after work. I felt pretty good despite not being on a bike for 10 days and went downwind from Navy Pier to 55th Street and made a lap around Promontory Point and decided to head on back upwind.

The first mile or so wasn’t too bad – I spent most of my time getting shifting down so I could feel like I was making good time and yet not jarring my knees or being overly fatigued. Somewhere around Burnham Park, a guy comes from behind me and overtakes me – he was my age, riding an older Trek and had a messenger bag. The first thing I noticed was that the smell was awful. At first I wasn’t sure that it cames from him, so a quick dart in front of him made me realize that he was the culprit. I figured, I’ll be damned if I’m going to go uphill behind a guy who smells of ass, so I drop back 100 or so yards and the smell went away. But I was upset because I had no one to race and make the ride more exciting.

The 31st Street Beach House came up, and I said, shit, Stinky is mine – I’m going to drop him, so I popped some Clif Shots, had some water and dropped a ring and started my pursuit. My target was locked and the closer I got, the odor hit me. I didn’t care about the wind or the weather or the hotties (ok, I lied about that one), it was Stinky that was going to be my enemy.

I finally caught up to him around the Museum Campus, and passed him. I literally and figuratively felt a breath of fresh air. It felt good. I figured, I passed Stinky, so now it was time to chill on the homestretch.

I was wrong.

Stinky takes up a drafting position behind me and is using me like a cheap hooker to conserve energy. I’ll be damned if some smelly ass rider is going to draft off of me. We make it to Balbo heading north, and I drop another ring down and start to push it. I grab my aerobars and start to push deep. Get up to Van Buren – that smelly ass is still behind me. I keep pushing – past Monroe and starting the turn towards the bridge. I played smart and took up sweep and pushed past the other cyclists and ground hard uphill to the river. I beat Stinky to the top and proceeded to take the slow path through the crowd on the Drive bridge over the river. Victory was mine!


29
Aug 07

I always did love Donald Rumsfeld’s press conferences…


28
Aug 07

India

Today was a rather good day – I got the India stuff all ironed out so that not only do I know what we’re doing and where we’re staying (for the most part). It’s just a short trip to the Northern Golden Triangle, so we’ll get Delhi, Agra, Jaipur along with Fatehpur Sikri (how I love UNESCO Historical Sites!) and a brief wilderness expedition to Ranthambore National Park to go see some tigers. I’m happy with the way that this has turned out. Now all I have to do is pay, and kick back and relax for the next month or so. Of course, I’m going to be geeked out with my camera stuff, making me seem like a ripe target. But whatever. I figure I’m starting to get to the point where more than half of what I carry in weight is electronics. The downfalls of being me, I suppose.


27
Aug 07

"I believe that children are our future…"

And then we have Miss Teen South Carolina explaining why 20% of Americans can’t find the US on a map


23
Aug 07

Happiness is…

When you’re spending the last few weeks sort of worried about not being able to keep Starwood Platinum status by keeping 25 stays a year and then today in your email, you’re told of a promotion that doubles your stay count from Sep 1 to Nov 30. So instead of having to figure out how to get 10 extra stays, I only need to figure out how to do 3 more stays during that time and yay, I’ve renewed. Hurray for suites!


22
Aug 07

Where I’ve been in 2007


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Hurray for the Google!


21
Aug 07

The Biggest Asshole in Africa other than Robert Mugabe

Before I go off on a rant, I’m sure that the last few posts have gotten people worried I’m e-upset, e-angry, e-pissed or some other e-feeling… I’m actually doing ok. Other than turning 30 with grey hair and braces and watching people bail on me for my 30th birthday, life is awesome. For serious.

The more I read about South Africa’s Health Minister, Dr. Manto Tshabalala-Msimang, the more I realize I want to fly down to the RSA and fight her. But Nick, you might ask, why would I care about you wanting to fight a female health minister? Well, indirectly by ineptitude, she’s killing thousands of lives on a regular and consistent basis.

That’s right. I said she’s indirectly responsible for the deaths of countless lives in South Africa. And she’s the Health Minister.

Why? Oh, she doesn’t believe in those pesky AIDS treatments like anti-retroviral therapy – you know, since that doesn’t help people live longer and more productive lives. What does she promote instead? Beetroot. I shit you not. Beetroot. She also advocates lemons and garlic. Yes, lemons.

That’s not the thing that pisses me off the most about this incompetent fucktard. She says that there’s no link between HIV and AIDS. She helped in the firing of Nozizwe Madlala-Routledge, who was the only voice of intelligence in the Health Ministry. Madlala-Routledge was one of those people who actually believed in using what was proven to work scientifically and instead of alternative medicines (like beetroot – again, wtf?). Oh, and the best part is that Dr. Tshabalala-Msimang is a real doctor. Granted she did her schooling in the USSR, but still, A FREAKIN’ DOCTOR. She must have slept through all of those science classes and her residency and… well, I don’t know what’s up.

And it’s not just me. Last year’s International AIDS Conference led to 65 of the world’s top HIV/AIDS scientists to write a letter to the President of South Africa to dismiss her sorry ass and alas, he didn’t.

So now the Sunday Times dropped a megaton blammo.

First off, she got a liver transplant for what was supposedly autoimmune hepatitis. It turns out that she’s a chronic alcoholic to boot – the transplant was due to alcoholic liver cirrhosis and there was a cover up at a few levels. She would have been disqualified for organ transplant, but hey, rules break when you’re the Health Minister. Pre-surgery she was boozin’ it up. Post-surgery she was boozin’ it up. I’m no doctor, but if you get a brand new organ, it’s probably not the best idea to try to stress test the hell out of it right away.

And my favorite part is that she was convicted of theft in Botswana for stealing from patients. She’s now a prohibited immigrant, which you have to admit is pretty bad for a senior official in your government to be banned by a neighboring country.

Despite wanting the best for Africa and hoping that we can stem the tide of seeing a country and continent destroy itself because of HIV, idiot leaders like Manto Tshabalala-Msimang and her enabler, President Thabo Mbeki, decide to take the fringe approach to “treating” HIV and prevention, thereby causing more and more people to be infected and die. Money is not the issue – it’s moronic leaders causing these things to happen.


18
Aug 07

4 Weeks

Until I turn 30. Let the party begin.


16
Aug 07

The Hawkins 7: 7 Ways You Can Be An Asshole on the Chicago Lakefront Bike Path

Today I felt like crap on my ride, but I rode at a stronger pace than normal. My move speed was 16.9 mph, which wasn’t that bad considering any bike ride heading north from Navy Pier is fraught with peril. The weather wasn’t that great, so the eye candy was at a minimum, but the idiots were out in full force. Two near collisions – one with a kid (the streak is alive!) and one adult (moron). So in commemoration of my ride, I figured – hell, what’s a blog post without another list of something?

So, I present to you – the 7 ways *you* can be an asshole on the Chicago Lakefront Bike Path:

1) Walk side by side. Without a doubt people who walk 3 or 4 wide on the bike path are idiots for the most part. When cyclists or runners yell and ask you to move, please do so.

2) Rent one of these:



This just says you’re a jerk and want to screw up a narrow bike path. Seriously, these things take up one lane and are very slow, and always seem to cause congestion. So tourists, do yourself a favor and try *not* to rent one of these.

3) Use your cell phone. What happens is that when you do, you have a sort of form of hemispatial neglect where you are oblivious to the operation of half of your brain. That generally causes people to wander and run into people. Some idiot in front of me while cycling decided that was a great point to take a phone call and started to swerve. Nice.

4) Stop in the middle of the bike path. Seriously, standing in the middle of a bike path isn’t a smart thing to do. It’s not the greatest place to hold conversations, make any sudden movements in the crowd or just hang out. This happened to me today where a guy was standing in the middle of the bike path and didn’t move at all. He backed into the lane I was using and I yelled “Hey! Watch it!” so he retorted ever so cleverly “Hey! You watch it!” It’s my fault for nearly hitting someone who decided to make an abrupt stop in my lane. Nice.

5) Don’t look both ways. This is the surest way you can be an asshole. This applies to children who make sharp turns in the middle of a heavy traffic section to the bike path to people who cross the bike path VERY SLOWLY. You’re just asking to get hurt.

6) Not calling out “on your left.” I’m sometimes guilty of this, but when there’s heavy traffic, calling out intentions is a helpful way to not to avoid a pile up.

7) Cycling with headphones. I love my iPods too, but seriously, it’s not a bright idea. When I’m riding, I’m trying to pay attention to the surroundings (cars and such) along with funny noises my bike may make (the deraileur and other fun noises). I think it might be illegal too, but I’m not one for following laws.


15
Aug 07

Braces

Let it be said that the day that you get your braces tightened sucks. Ice cream helps but only so much. :(

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