Archive for January, 2006

Everyone has a story about. . .

Recently, we have been getting into the habit of busting out our craziest stories. And one thing we have found is that often when you tell a story that you think is so special and so unique, the person you tell the story to has a similar/better story.

A couple of examples:

The Holiday Party Meets the Worm

I have this story from the boom years of the internet, where we had this pretty kickin’ company holiday party. There was lots of laughing, drinking, and dancing. Well after a while, one of my co workers’ wife (who was in this full length dress) starts doing the worm. Violently. To the point where I thought I was eye level with the bottom of her shoes.

Pretty good story. So I thought. Until I told it to a friend who told me that he had seen someone do the worm at a party also. But in his story, the person accidently slipped, hit his chin on the floor, and knocked himself out cold.

The Marriage Proposal Postponed due to Altitude sickness
Natalie has two of these stories and I have one, where the marriage proposal takes place north of 10,000 ft. and has to be posponed due to altitude sickness.

The Raw Food party that Turns into Freak Fest
This one is completely unverified, but Natalie says that she has heard a couple of stories where a raw food dinner party turns into an enzyme fuled love fest.

The Bike Messenger ending up as Cargo
This is a story that I have heard two maybe three times. The happy bike messenger is riding down the street. Maybe not paying as much attention as he/she should be looking around at the birds and flowers. Happy bike messenger ends up running into the back of a truck only to land in the cab. Truck starts driving away with bike messenger in the back. Bike messenger has to knock on the little window to get driver’s attention, and let them out.

String Theory: Part Two

So Natalie and I recently saw the first two episodes of NOVA: The Elegant Universe. Natalie was knitting as we learned about Einstein and the Theory of General Relativity, and about the introduction of String Theory as a means to reconcile the large forces of gravity with the small forces of electromagnetism, the strong nuclear force and the weak nuclear force. You know, that whole deal. (Click below for a five minute review.)

We were talking about the theory, when it struck us that maybe these fundamental building blocks, these one dimensional extended objects, these strings - maybe they had been right under our noses this entire time? What was at first a cold and abstract theory with equations, planets and particles; maybe it was actually colorful and cozy?

Was this Theory of Everything built on wool?  Could it really be. . .Yarn Theory?

Weekend Riding: I Have a Dream Edition

If you live in Portland, you know that today was the first day in a long while that we have not had rain. The count was something crazy like nearly thirty days in a row. I don’t know the exact count, but it has been a lot.

I can honestly say that I have newfound respect for my fenders. We went out riding last weekend when it was just drizzling, and I took the bike without the fenders only to realize my dream of getting dirt in the most inconceivable of places. When I got done with the ride there was an actual mound of dirt about and inch tall on the back of my saddle, and a line of dirt all the way up to my helmet.

It really was a real special moment.

Well, today wasn’t the most beautiful day, but there was no rain. It was kind of cold, kind of windy, and Natalie and I took a four hour fixed gear ride on the Springwater Corridor.

People were absolutly coming out of the woodwork. The trail was packed! People walking their dogs, their kids, themselves. People riding bikes. It was nice to be out and see so many people just enjoying a day that wasn’t anything particularly special, but just wasn’t raining sheets.

But with that said, the one thing that really struck me was all the bikes. These weren’t people out on training rides, and these weren’t rain ready bikes with fenders and the like. These were summertime bikes dug out the basement. That is when it hit me: These were people with hope. And realizing that made for a pretty nice ride home.

String Theory: Part One

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It all started around eight weeks ago. Natalie had come up with the idea of making gifts for everyone this Christmas, so she picked up some wool and knit a scarf for a friend.

Then another. Then a pair of socks.

Little did I know, but these initial forays into knitting were just the warning signs of something that could likely be measured on the Richter scale. And sure enough, there was a full scale knitsplosion at the Ramsland household. She has produced two scarves, a pair of mittens, one sweater, three pair of socks, two hats, and three pair of what used to be called the lobster glove.

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We have been wrestling with a name for this knit wonder. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the glove/mitten hybrid, it is a three fingered glove intended for cycling. Typically they are make of some bullet proof material, but ours are wool. Felted to keep out the wind and water. The buddy system for fingers to keep them warm. After requests started coming in around town, we decided to ditch the crustaceanary name, but haven’t nailed down a replacement yet.

But as prolific as Natalie has been with her knitting, it is clear that there are greater forces at work. I am not calling it great physics (it is just a theory at this point), but I am confident that it will be proven true, so I am calling it:

The First Law of Knitdynamics: The force of conversation is a function of the proximity of a knit object in motion proportional to the public domain.

In other words, if you knit in public, people come out of the woodwork to talk to you.

Race for the Cure/Race for the Bling

Last fall, I signed up for the Race for the Cure Women’s 5k. Three thousand women: Some running for time, some running for mothers, sisters, friends, some running for pure solidarity. The last time I had participated in the Race for the Cure, it was with Dee, a breast cancer survivor very dear to me. This time I really wanted to run in memory of her and in honor of other women in my life who have had breast cancer.

So, that’s what got me to sign up. But once I had committed, my competitive side kicked in. As long as I was running this thing, I wanted to do it fast. The problem is, short races make me nervous. My favorite race ever was a fifty mile trail race that took 11 and a half hours to finish. It seems like a lot of pressure to pack a whole race into a short time frame. But I gave it my best shot and when I crossed the finish line, I was stoked. I had a great race. I felt strong. I felt happy. And then I ran home.

A couple of months later and I get a package in the mail from the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. The letter inside said that I had (what?!) won my age group. And the prize? A pink ribbon and a pink bracelet.

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The pink ribbon was mounted on the bathroom wall next to my two other running trophies. The pink bracelet went to Austin. I had really been meaning to bring home the bling for some time now. And what’s more, the pink bracelet was way more than a fashion/political statement.

See, over the summer Austin purchased his first pink Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation bracelet, not only to show support for breast cancer research, but also as a way to carry his bike lock key.

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It worked perfectly. But sadly, after a summer of vigorous use, it had snapped, and things had been a little dour around the house in the bike lock department ever since.

That is until that small package came in the mail for me. Clearly, in the Race for the Cure, everyone is a winner.

More Bike Messenger Love

In between the standard holiday deliveries of fruit baskets, wine bottles, and toy telescopes, messenger work in Portland can get a little slow around this time of year.

What better way to spread the sharing and caring than to reach out to the rear wheels of those you work with?  I found this picture of the US Bancorp Tower tucked between my spokes a while back.

An essay in perspectival imagery.  And pink.

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What I appreciate most about it though, is the thought that Mark, the messenger-photographer, was carrying around a Polaroid camera in his bag. Ten pounds of the 1960’s most advanced technology. Now that is a mighty solid work ethic.

Weekend Riding: Sunday, Rainy Sunday

Such is the fact of modern life. In the span of 24 hours, we went from cross country skiing in the snow blanketed wilderness of Duluth, Minnesota

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to biking down the rain drenched Springwater Corridor. Johnson creek looked like it was going to sweep away most of its banks, and the Willamette looked like it was at defcon four. We still got in a nice ride.

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Christmas Bike Presents: Or how to say I love you with a welding torch.

Natalie is pretty phenomenal when it comes to the gift department. Birthday, Christmas, Hanukah, you name it. This year was no exception, but this time she put her welding skills to use (so hot). I would like to introduce you to the stainless steel seat lug wine stopper:

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She took a stainless steel seat clamp, and welded a piece of scrap tubing to it adding cork to the center.

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Custom designed with a heart. You know, to signify love.