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A Green Military

Fleeceman — Wed, 20 Jul 2011 22:30:50 +0000

The new Sun Shade. Brilliant.

In a startling turn of events, the US military is finally going green.

The White House will have water and electricity solar panels installed in 2011, and based on government estimates will save a typical household $2300 a year in electricity and $1000 a . . . → Read More: A Green Military

The Mojave Desert

Fleeceman — Thu, 23 Jun 2011 05:02:18 +0000

Absolutely beautiful.

I rode an off road motorcycle (commonly referred to as a dirt bike for you squeamish types) for the first time ever in April. I don’t know why I didn’t do this much sooner. It’s like Disneyland for adults. It’s so fun it should be illegal. Once you overcome the . . . → Read More: The Mojave Desert

Diary of a Motorcycle: Part II

Fleeceman — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 04:47:11 +0000

The most terrifying day of my life.

Always dress properly for long motorcycle rides.

I left the mountain around ten am. My mom had packed some snacks for me, which wouldn’t fit in my bag if I also took the extra jacket I had brought. I opted to take the snacks instead . . . → Read More: Diary of a Motorcycle: Part II

Diary of a Motorcycle: Part One

Fleeceman — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 16:36:20 +0000

[My brother will be guest editor for a couple posts because he had a story to tell. This is that story.]

You don’t have to be a commie to ride a motorcycle, but diaries are for teenage girls.

Tough, but girls will laugh at you.

A couple months ago I got a . . . → Read More: Diary of a Motorcycle: Part One

Taser Laser

Fleeceman — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 19:29:54 +0000

I’m not normally one to complain about other people’s loud music. I like my music loud too, and some tunes are simply meant to be played at ear-splitting volumes: Ozzy, Jane’s, Metallica, … Chris Isaac.

I do, however, hold a certain angry, intense contempt in my heart for static: and on that note, a . . . → Read More: Taser Laser

G-strings and Sorority Girls

Fleeceman — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 16:41:48 +0000

As I exited Blenders on State Street the other day, I heard a commotion just up the street. I looked up to hear honking and several people running around a few cars. I couldn’t quite make out the details.

I got on my bike, balanced with my smoothie, and began . . . → Read More: G-strings and Sorority Girls