Hehehe, I think that i've got my title right. Does anyone know, would it be 'fait' with a 't' or 's'?
ANYWAY. Who knows? The rest is english, as i am. The point is this. Both 'Cycling' and 'France' have contributed a lot to me, forming the author of this blog (and therefore a grand consumer of coffee). Please forgive my continued ramblings about cycling, but hey.
Whilst I still am in love with cycling, but cannot ride a bike, I maintain the mental companionship with cyclists. MOST.
Not all. to my despair i do still witness those out on a bike on the road, performing with such idiocy amongst traffic, that i find it horrific that they consider themselves 'a cyclist'. I must admit that i often look upon these people, in disgust, thinking "well it's alright, if they carry on riding like that, they won't last long". In despair, I do know that there are plenty of good cyclists, who get tarnished with the same brush by so many. I ask you all not to do that, please realise that there are many many good cyclists, but there are just some people who think that they live above the laws of society, ***********s! GRRRR.
Large swig of coffee, continue. My next note is identifying the fact that, for me, cycling was key in forming my desire independence. When cycling with others on a climb, there is no fun in suffering all together, you'd break clear and ride alone, and suffer/or maybe not, alone. I was used to riding at 80%. This would allow you to gauge how far you could push yourself. I know that I have been seen both positively and negatively since my accident, as I often desire independence.
Hehe my next note, tells me that "oops, i now seem embarrassed". This is referring to my weird ability to flatter ANY girls that I encounter and deserve it. I have still got the ability, but I now feel more 'normal' in that i would have second thoughts, and would get extremely embarrassed in doing such. Is this a good thing? Who knows, we'll see.
I am yet to venture into Frappucin(os /i), but the coffee that i've just finished is now one of the coldest i've had in a while, hmmm maybe. No, it was disgusting. Coffee should be hot.
Dinner break.
I continue. I return back to complaining about one of my pet hates, 'shuffled music'. I have now decided that listening to 'shuffled albums' is ok, but not that much better than 'shuffled songs'. Half of the enjoyment of 'listening to music' is either soothing, or enhancing your mood. I enjoy the ability to pick an album (so atleast around 45mins/1hour/whatever), and immerse oneself in the mood provided by the music. A totally random sound/song, one after the other (every 5mins or so), is such a cheap, easy, wrong, and lazy mentality. The music was designed to be listened to, show some respect.
Believe it or not, another black coffee is made for my 'Pantone black' mug
ANYWAY. Who knows? The rest is english, as i am. The point is this. Both 'Cycling' and 'France' have contributed a lot to me, forming the author of this blog (and therefore a grand consumer of coffee). Please forgive my continued ramblings about cycling, but hey.
Whilst I still am in love with cycling, but cannot ride a bike, I maintain the mental companionship with cyclists. MOST.
Not all. to my despair i do still witness those out on a bike on the road, performing with such idiocy amongst traffic, that i find it horrific that they consider themselves 'a cyclist'. I must admit that i often look upon these people, in disgust, thinking "well it's alright, if they carry on riding like that, they won't last long". In despair, I do know that there are plenty of good cyclists, who get tarnished with the same brush by so many. I ask you all not to do that, please realise that there are many many good cyclists, but there are just some people who think that they live above the laws of society, ***********s! GRRRR.
Large swig of coffee, continue. My next note is identifying the fact that, for me, cycling was key in forming my desire independence. When cycling with others on a climb, there is no fun in suffering all together, you'd break clear and ride alone, and suffer/or maybe not, alone. I was used to riding at 80%. This would allow you to gauge how far you could push yourself. I know that I have been seen both positively and negatively since my accident, as I often desire independence.
Hehe my next note, tells me that "oops, i now seem embarrassed". This is referring to my weird ability to flatter ANY girls that I encounter and deserve it. I have still got the ability, but I now feel more 'normal' in that i would have second thoughts, and would get extremely embarrassed in doing such. Is this a good thing? Who knows, we'll see.
I am yet to venture into Frappucin(os /i), but the coffee that i've just finished is now one of the coldest i've had in a while, hmmm maybe. No, it was disgusting. Coffee should be hot.
Dinner break.
I continue. I return back to complaining about one of my pet hates, 'shuffled music'. I have now decided that listening to 'shuffled albums' is ok, but not that much better than 'shuffled songs'. Half of the enjoyment of 'listening to music' is either soothing, or enhancing your mood. I enjoy the ability to pick an album (so atleast around 45mins/1hour/whatever), and immerse oneself in the mood provided by the music. A totally random sound/song, one after the other (every 5mins or so), is such a cheap, easy, wrong, and lazy mentality. The music was designed to be listened to, show some respect.
Believe it or not, another black coffee is made for my 'Pantone black' mug
This leads to one thing for me
There is link here, in that i want to describe the sheer joy that i got on the past weekend as i went up to central London this past weekend. I went to the RA of Arts, for their exhibition on Russian Art and Architecture. Strange, you may think, i accept that. Russian designers, including El Lissitzky were represented, and although not studied for 5 years, it was understood and special to me. The note that i made, whilst there was that it is important to understand that quite often (and especially in this case), one should not assess the ability of an artist at making marks on a blank canvas, but one may need to understand what various lines and shapes are meaning. Graphical communication and art. Fortunately I had studied the historical of early-twentieth century Russia, and can understand the art produced in various movements. Spell-bounding.
I finish up by talking about cycling (again). I was on my lunch break at work and waiting to cross a road. The pedestrian opposite reacted quicker to the free break of traffic and started crossing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw an un-helmeted person on a bike (i refuse to call her a cyclist). She whizzed off of the main road , straight into the side street where we were, no signal, no brake, nothing. i, sensibly waited for her to hurtle past. She ran over the toes of the woman opposite, so close smashing into her, i was left agasp. The woman crossed the road and warned me that "cyclists, they think they own the road, they've no consideration". I was left saddened by the whole incident. I am not sure of whom i was more disturbed, the 'cyclist' (who does not deserve to be called one), or the pedestrian (who was generalizing and lumping all cyclists together). It hurts.
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