pure jenius.

Strats is manning the batyblog right now with updates.

Is today one of the most important days of your life? My day so far has been nothing out of the ordinary. I drove to work since I’m racing the track tonight. I’ve stared at graphs, read through some logs, and done other work things that are completely useless outside of these four walls. If I don’t do my job, I get fired. So what? I can find a new job and still live a normal life. Earlier this month, out of left field, Sarah’s brother-in-law, Chris, was diagnosed with colon cancer. This test lead to that test which lead to finding that the cancer spread to the lymph nodes and possibly to the liver (colon cancer’s second favorite target). I say possibly the liver because x-rays show (I think) 12 spots that are believed to be tumors. At about 1pm this afternoon, Chris’ life will physically change forever. He is having surgery to have about 12 inches of his colon removed, several lymph nodes will be coming out as well, and a biopsy will be done on the spots on his liver. (and here I’m bit...

...I had to find a way to clean $32 million. Spending that much on a velodrome would have been a red flag.

...come the spoils: (...oops...wrong picture...)

I've always thought winning a state championship is cool. Today I won my 4th MN State Crit Championship ('00, '02, '04, '08) and could not have done it without Pellis. Our team was down in Chicago so that left the two of us facing off with something like 7 Grand Stay riders. There were some interesting strategies going on that allowed me to pretty much sit on most of the race. Blah blah blah...5 laps to go Ian Stafford attacked and got a gap on the field. I rolled to the front to slowly reel him in, as expected, Doug attacked on the hill with, I think, 3 to go and got a small gap. I found Pellis and asked him if he had legs to win, he said no. I asked if he could bring Doug back, he said yes. Game on. Paul got to the front and began a Dale Sedgwick esque chase (if you don't know what that is, then I'm not going to tell you). On the last lap, Paul timed catching Doug perfectly, right at about 250m to the finish (at the bottom of the hill). Due to the uphill f...

"My ass is like a magnet for your eyes." I have to remember that.

But I now officially hate SuperWeek: