Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Burnout.


 The month or two prior to my big bike ride I was a bit adrift, unsure what I wanted or needed to do with myself. I didn't feel creative, I didn't feel productive. Actually, I know I wasn't productive. I felt like I was spinning my wheels and kinda wasn't into any of it. I believe we call this burnout. I was burned out. All I really wanted to do was ride my bike and go to my class and beat the crap out of the heavy bag. I was just biding my time until the big ride hoping it would reset me.

The thing I've found about burnout is that no matter how many times you've felt burned out and bounced back, you never think you're going to bounce back THIS time. Or at least I don't. I always feel like I'm not coming back from whatever funk I'm in. I always feel like this is it, I'm out. Done.

But I never am done, I always come back around. I just never remember how I pull out of it so I have no strategies for making it happen.

This time around my idea was that I'd do this huge bike ride I was not prepared for, really push myself, and have hour after hour of time alone on my bike to try and figure something out. My hope was to come home completely spent having burned off every ounce of energy, malaise, and everything in between so I could start from scratch.

After a few days recovery and hanging out with Michelle and Ruby I was really excited to get back to work. I've been drawing and designing and writing every day. If I'm good at anything, it's those things. Seeing some positive results and getting two new shirts printed, one more drawing finished for a shirt in the near future, and a new idea fully formed has been a huge push in the right direction for me.

I'm posting a picture of the drawing I did for a new shirt. There is a fairly lengthy description that goes along with it, which I will write up later. Hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Lovely People In Lovely Clothes

I put up a new slideshow of preview photos from the site overhaul we hope to launch on Thursday. It's over there on the right, down a way. We have tons of new stuff that will be in the online store and a couple of new shirts we hope to have ready as well. We've been working on this rebuild for a long time and can't wait to put it out into the world. Woo!

Farm Sanctuary New York Hoe Down

Hey gang,

I will be giving a talk at the Farm Sanctuary New York Hoe Down entitled "We Can’t All Wear the Big Chicken Costume: Effective Activism Your Way." Yes, I think I'm terribly clever with that title and yes, I laugh at my own jokes. 

Anyhoo, the presentation will be about finding your own path and using your existing strengths to make you a better activist. The presentation stems from my own lack of skills in certain areas, like chanting and marching and being organized. When I realized I was more effective by focusing on what I actually AM good at (crochet, plumbing, yodeling), I felt much stronger and confident as an animal advocate. So I'm going to talk about finding your own path and developing your own skills.

I hope to see some of you there! Actually, I hope to see all of you there, but I know that is unlikely. Those that are able to attend, say hi. I'll be around and selling Herbivore stuff at our table. We'll have a couple of new designs debuting there too. Woo!

The Hoe Down is August 2nd and 3rd.




Saturday, July 19, 2008

Big Rubes at the park.




BR running around at Fernhill last night while Vagabond Opera play.


Friday, July 18, 2008

Stop The War On Animals


Hey gang, I just put together this new design and wanted to see what you think. I set up a little poll over there on your right. Feel free to also leave comments.

Back story: I was riding my bike home from work last night and was at one point following a car with a "Stop The War On Iraq" bumper sticker. I've seen many versions of this slogan and sticker and it always makes me think two things: One, yes, we need to stop the war on Iraq. Two, what about all the OTHER innocent lives we're waging war on that so many fewer people care about? The lives of the animals in our food, entertainment, fashion, and "science" industries? 

Why don't more people who are against the destruction of innocent life in the wars we are fighting extend that concern to a massively larger population that are under attack, that of the animals?

What is it about war that people want stopped? The suffering? The removal of people's ability to be with their family? The destruction of people's homes? The forcing of people to live in stressful and horrible circumstances? The taking of innocent life? Maiming? Torture? All of the above?

For me, it is all of the above.

All of the above are happening to the animals and the sheer numbers of animals it's happening to dwarves the number of human animals it's happening to. Which I point out not to diminish what it means in terms of human cost, but to amplify what it means to animal lives.

Anti-war meat eaters want to end the human suffering and death but will go on visiting suffering and death upon another population, that of the animals. Why can't we end both wars?


Thursday, July 17, 2008

Things get ugly around here.


Herbivore Heather, Scapegoat Brian, and me. Nuff said.


Get Your Tank On! Literally.


While I nail down this elephant/umbrella painting (yes, it's now a painting) I offer for you summery types, a color remix tanktop of our Eat Like You Give A Damn design. All our workouty friends are so excited we finally made tanks for them! I am not tanktoppy, so I believe I will sit in the backyard and drink beer and sleep in mine. But the rest of you go getters get out there and tank it up!

This will be for sale later today or tomorrow!


Wednesday, July 16, 2008

A few observations from the ride.

Ok, to wrap up our extended coverage of the Seattle To Portland ride 2008, I will just list a few things I think are worth noting.

1. There is no graceful way of applying shammy butter to your bits and pieces in front of a few hundred people. You just have to squirt a blob in your hand, and shove that hand down your pants and start spreading. The bigger problem is when you pull that hand out of your shorts, covered in smeared shammy butter and, if you've been riding all day, schwetty ballz, how do you play it off and make your way to the water hose to rinse your hand? The first time I was walking to the hose with my hand up in the air like a doctor who had just scrubbed and was going into surgery. There was no question in anybody's mind what my hand was covered in. But what else was I gonna do with that hand?

2. The guy who rode the tall bike has my undying respect for life as well as my unshakeable belief that he is bat shit crazy.

3. Pedaling 7 to 10 hours a day burns calories. A lot of calories. So to stop your body from failing you have to eat constantly. Power bars, power gels, power pretzels, power popcorn, power oranges, power bagels, over and over and over and over again. I didn't have a chance to get hungry because I kept eating, trying to stay fueled up. At the end of day one I needed a big dinner but was so sick of eating—just the act of putting stuff in my mouth and chewing and swallowing–that it was no fun any more. Now....I love to eat. LOVE TO EAT. So this feeling, which I'd never felt before, was pretty disturbing.

4. At some point I realized no matter where I sat my ass on that seat, it was still gonna hurt.

5. If you put your shorts on and then apply the sunscreen you will get on your bike and start pedaling and your shorts will ride up on your thighs about an inch. You will then get a funny little stripe of sunburn on the inch between where the sunscreen stopped and the shorts began.

6. If you put a sandwich wrap in the box marked "Veggie" at the 50 mile mark and tell me it's just hummus and spinach and I take it and go bite into it and realize I'm eating ham and cheese, I will think bad thoughts about you for at least the next 18 miles, even if it was an honest mistake. 

7. There were a lot of people out there on crappy bikes who had terrible form and if you saw them before the ride you wouldn't think they could ride around the block let alone 200 miles. But they did and it was a really amazing sight to see.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Umbrellas

I drew umbrellas for a good while tonight after everyone had gone to bed. I'm working on a new shirt design that I hope to finish up tomorrow. In my mind, it is a happy, maybe dancing elephant holding an umbrella with her trunk getting shelter from the rain and the clouds that will be above her. I'm not sure I want to put any words on it, I'm hoping the drawing alone will convey what I'm trying to communicate which is that animals that find themselves inside our systems of oppression need shelter. That's what the umbrella represents: shelter. And elephants, to me, are perhaps the saddest animal I can think of. 

But I don't want the shirt to be a bummer, we always try and keep some hope and resolve in our designs, so the Elephant is going to have found her shelter and is going to be enjoying it.

If you don't know why I find elephants so saddening, go here.

New shirt tomorrow

Ok. It is hot here. Too hot. Now, don't tell me how it's hotter where you are, you know I love you and feel your pain, but we are soft here in Portland. 91 is hot to us. If you lived here for a few years you'd soften up to and be agreeing with me right now. 

Thank the baby jeebus what is a miracle right here on earth that we have a new tank top color remix of the Eat Like You Give A Damn design being printed tomorrow. I'll post photos when I see the test print (gotta make sure that orange is the RIGHT orange, nowhatimean?)

Mind you, dudes like me don't wear tank tops in public, but it will be nice to rock it around the house and in the backyard on days like today.

Monday, July 14, 2008

I'm home!

whew. 200 miles in 2 days. i'll post a bit about day two later, my phone was dangerously low on battery so  i tried to keep it turned off. but i did it, i slept for like 11 hours, and now i'm going to go drink coffee really slow for several hours.

according to my scale, i lost 5 pounds since i left home. i don't think i'm dehydrated and i definitely feel thinner.


Sunday, July 13, 2008

100 miles. best shower ever!

100 miles. best shower ever!

100 miles. finished up last

100 miles. finished up last night a little over 7 hours on the bike. i was ready to be done but somehow didin't feel like i was dying.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

50 mile mark. ruby soho

50 mile mark. ruby soho came on the music blaring out of the big truck and i got a little misty cuz i miss my kid. i am hitting the road now.

50 mile mark. there was

50 mile mark. there was 1 big hill about a mile long. terrible but here we are. my toes keep falling asleep. how long till they fall off?

50 mile mark! i feel

50 mile mark! i feel good and am about to eat my weight in foodthings. michael jackson is playing which is an improvement from 25 mile mark

nothing too crazy to report

nothing too crazy to report yet. next stop, 50 miles, will be the longest ride i have ever done. so far my ass has been fairly agreeable

i am at the 25

i am at the 25 mile stop, so far so good. the portapotty wait is a half hour. hope you don't mind that i am writing while i wait.

Friday, July 11, 2008

read the next three posts

read the next three posts from bottom to top.

will this infernal train ride ever end?

ride out, protectors of the

ride out, protectors of the realm, captains at the helm, sailacross the sea of light!

that is, honestly, how i see myself going into this ride

that last post: i share

that last post: i share that pearl of truth with you to introduce my battle cry for the ride. it comes courtesy of black sabbath, the dio years:

honestly...yeah...i have spent large portions

honestly...yeah...i have spent large portions of my life imagining myself as the main character in pretty ridiculous heavy metal fantasies.

Music for the ride

I grabbed some new albums for my bike ride off Emusic. 

I think these will help with the various ups and downs both physical and mental:
Talk Demonic's album Beat Romantic
Shadow's Fall, Seeking the way
The Clientele, Strange Geometry
Gojira, From Mars to Sirius
Trans Am, Sex Change
Tokyo Police Club, a bunch of EPs

I will of course fall back on Maiden, Judas Priest, Dio, Ted Leo, Lamb of God, Pela, From Ashes Rise, and Limp Wrist when things get really tough.

I'm off to the train to Seattle!


Thursday, July 10, 2008

PDX! Movie night fundraiser! This Sunday.

R.I.P. George Carlin. Come see his pure genius and support Jonathan Paul: "I don't have pet peeves; I have major psychotic f-ing hatreds, okay. And it makes the world a lot easier to sort out." - George Carlin Hello. Next benefit movie night coming right up: WHAT, WHEN, AND WHERE? "You Are All Diseased", Sunday, July 13th, 2008, 8PM @ The Artistery (4315 SE Division), $3 Super funny angry hate-filled stand up comedy from the late great George Carlin. Come learn and get offended. All money raised this month will go to the Jonathan Paul Support Fund. http://www.supportjonathan.org/ for more info. Hope to see you all there.

Getting ready

Last night I headed to REI and picked up some gear and supplies for the ride. I procured one bag that attaches to my seat to carry energy bars, phone, cash, Ipod, camera, sunscreen, and individual packets of the stuff you rub on your junk to keep your junk from chafing. I got a shirt to ride in, an extra water bottle and cage and sunglasses.

Looking at the list of what I'm going to carry, I'm seeing a lot of technology. I also have one of those little computers on my bike that tells me how far I've gone, how fast, all that. I'm wondering if the helmet mounted DVD player is going to be overkill?

At least I figured out how to blog from my phone so I don't have to bring a laptop. Look at me go!

I'm wondering if I should hit the library today and see about a couple of audiobooks. They have done me right on long drives before as just pure distraction. While I like to think the lovely scenery and my extensive collection of 60s and 70s reggae will get me through and take my mind off of what I assume will be an ass crying out for relief, I'm guessing I might need another tool in the toolbox. Hmm...I fear all I'll find is a stack of Patricia Cornwall titles...

Moments ago as I was walking in the house after dropping Big Rubes off at playschool I heard a bike coming down the street. I turned around and there was a man, I'm guessing in his 70s, on a very old 10 speed (that appeared to be very well maintained), in elastic waist turquoise shorts, purple Chuck Taylors with tube socks pulled up to just below the knee, white tee shirt, and helmet covered in reflective tape. Giddyup!





Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Oh God. What have I done?

So....a couple of months ago my dear friend Boo was down for a visit from Seattle. I had a couple of beers, as I am apt to do. We started talking about biking and the STP (Seattle To Portland 2 day bike ride) came up. She said I should do it this year and she said it with so much enthusiasm I was unable to deny her. She's done the ride several times. I said I would and I sorta started training, then I left town for Michelle's 20th high school reunion and when I got back I went to officially register and the ride was sold out. SOLD OUT! I WAS OFF THE HOOK! Thinking I didn't have to ride 200 miles in 2 days, I stopped training, though I was a bit sad cuz I really wanted to do the ride. My longest ride to that point was a fairly reasonable 40 miler. 

Then this morning happens. Boo emails me to tell me a rider won't be doing the ride and she has a ticket for sale and the woman is in Portland. Forgetting that I am completely not in shape for two 100 mile rides in two days, I email the woman and tell her I want the ticket. 

Oh, I should mention the ride is this Saturday and Sunday. I've got 4 days to get in shape!

I think I'll be OK. I'm tough-ish, my sternum is tattooed and I've run 2 marathons. That counts for something right? Someone tell me that counts for something.

Hey, anybody have any application tips for that stuff you rub all over your junk to prevent chafing? 

Pray for me, Argentina.


Ignore everything else: What about the animal?

Animal rights groups, largely,  do a good job of pointing out the cruelty involved in whatever issue they are tackling. That is, in fact, the whole point of protesting and campaigning on certain issues: the cruelty. If you hear or read about a foie gras protest and an animal rights group is commenting you will almost immediately know that ducks used in foie gras production are force fed with a metal tube that is shoved down their throats to fatten up their livers. The livers are then put on a plate in some fancy pants way and sold to diners with more money than I've got. It is a particularly cruel animal product you'd have a hard time justifying or condoning as needed or useful. 

So here in Portland there is a campaign to rid the city of this awful and sad menu item. This campaign involves folks protesting outside of restaurants that serve foie gras. Articles have been written by the local papers, which often describe the treatment of the birds in the production process. There is no kind way to describe the practice, just telling what happens is pretty graphic.

We all know the internet can bring out the goon in people pretty quickly on message boards, blog comments, and comments after articles. I don't know if I've ever read an article that was pro-veganism or animal rights that didn't have the requisite goon comment "i loooove meat!" It's as if there is some kind of bot out there that scans the web for the word vegetarian and then automatically leaves a comment along the lines of "i loooove meat" or "meat is delicious!" These comments rarely stray from this basic format. 

Following that gem of wisdom comment is often the one that states the reader does not want to be told what they can or can't eat by these extremists. 

Example from a recent article in the Portland Mercury (goons themselves, actually):

"Personally I'm tired of all these animal rights activists telling me what I can't eat. Abortion is a choice, as should foie gras and religion. Haven't we had enough of W forcing Christianity down our throats? Personally I'm tired of being told what I can't eat."

This comment is pretty typical of the "don't tell me what to eat" approach. 

Here is what I have a hard time grasping: Why don't any commenters ever acknowledge the treatment of the animal when they defend the product or the choice to eat it? I guess you can extrapolate that the activists are telling you what you can't eat by trying to get foie gras banned, but what they are telling you DIRECTLY is that these animals are suffering and are being treated in a very cruel way. That is what they are chanting, that is what the signs tell you, that is what the video shows, that is what the literature they are handing you says. Why not comment on what the protesters and activists are actually communicating to you instead of dodging that immediate point and going on about yourself and your "freedom" to do what you want? (An aside, this "choice" argument falls flat anyway as there are plenty of activities almost all of us would never condone or allow as someone's "personal choice." Should I be allowed to light puppies on fire in my backyard? Of course not.)

Let's forget about everything else when it comes to food choices, lifestyle choices, and everything else. Let's set aside the general disdain people have for protesters or perceived attacks on their choices. Let's set all of that aside and consider one very simple question that is at the root of every protest, leaflet, chant, etc.

What about the animal? Are you really OK with the treatment these birds get? Think about the bird being held and the metal tube being forced down it's throat. Think about it squirming, and violently flapping it's wings, trying to get away. Think about this terrified animal. Think about ducks you've encountered in your life. Think about walking up to them, grabbing them by the throat and shoving a tube down it then forcing pound after pound of food in. Think about the struggle and fight they would put up.

The next time you want to defend your "choice" to eat foie gras, or want to tell the people trying to protect these birds that they can't tell you what to eat, please spend one moment and think about the animal itself. React and make your decision based on how that makes you feel.

Foie gras facts: 


Monday, July 7, 2008

How many bikes do you need? One more.

Bikes. They are like tools in the oversized toolbox that is your garage/basement/living room/spare bedroom. Surely, if you have an actual toolbox with tools in it, you do not have ONE tool, amiright? Full disclosure: sometimes I only have one tool in my toolbox but that is because I leave them spread out all over creation. Were I to round them all up and put them where they go, I assure you, I would have many times more than just the one. But putting them away would take all the fun out of trying to hang a simple picture and spending an hour kicking things and cursing myself for being such a mess while I try and locate the hammer and a decent sized nail. I wouldn't want to take that joy away from myself.

So yeah, if you need to tack down some quarter round to smooth a room transition (I've done this exactly once) you don't bring your heat gun (don't have one) and paint scraper (have one, never used it.) No, you bring your hammer and your little nails, and your little saw, and your tape measure. This is important because, A. you feel like a big boy! and B. you get the job done right.

I like to think of bikes this way. If you're running to the store for a case of Miller Genuine Draft Light (hey, don't knock it, it's only one point on Weight Watchers! The good stuff is 3!) you might not need your over designed, under weight, road machine that stands a good chance of getting jacked out front of the market. Conversely, if you're hiding in the bushes waiting to try to jump into the Peloton at the Tour De France to see how far you can get before you get arrested, you probably won't do very well on your Big Dummy.

You need the right tool for the job, and you need the right bike for the ride.

But how many bikes does one need? One more!

I kid. It depends on who you are and what kind of riding you do. For me, the magic number is three. One fun little folder, one fixie you built up as a project that has an easy gearing for Kermit the Frog style cruising, and one workhorse. That's all the tools I need in my garage/toolbox.

Which means I've only got 2 bikes to get rid of to get back to my magic number!

NOTE: Ruby has 3 bikes too, all of which she loves, all of which she rides. Now if we could just get her to love her trailer.


Let's just get it over with.

This is the first post in my new blog and instead of sitting here for an hour trying to come up with something I'd like to pass off as meaningful, I'm just going to get this over with. 

You know...the more I watch Monsters, Inc., the more I like Mike. I found him kinda grating at first but he's growing on me. Last night Rubes pointed at him and said "has one eye?" Indeed.