So the new year is here and my resolution to write 52 letters this year is off to a great start. I sent off three so far, one to Hendrik in Finland (Hiking in Finland), one to my sister in Virginia and one to my boss thanking him for my bonus. But now I need your help. The United States Postal Service is insisting I put an address on each envelope, as if a stamp were not enough.
If you’d like to receive a hand written letter the way it was done ‘back in the day’, please send me your address via firstname.lastname@example.org . It would be helpful to put something like ‘send me a letter’ in the title. You’d not believe the amount of email The Velo Hobo gets; mostly trying to sell me Viagra and hair plugs (who have they been talking to?).
Just a quick note to all 36 of my Facebook friends who like me a lot but who I don’t like back. It’s not that I don’t like you, it’s just that I don’t know how to like you. I guess I’m saying that I just don’t know what it takes to like you. God knows I’ve tried to like you, I just can’t. It’s not you, it’s me. I just find it impossible to like anyone but myself.
I think I must have opened a business Facebook account, or maybe I’ve set some setting where it shouldn’t have been set, or maybe I broke Facebook.
Anyway, I’d like you if I could…it just ain’t happening.
The Velo Hobo
Okay, you guys must really like polk salad. Follow the link below to find out how many people wasted time reading this blog…mostly to learn about polk salad?
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
19,000 people fit into the new Barclays Center to see Jay-Z perform. This blog was viewed about 69,000 times in 2012. If it were a concert at the Barclays Center, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
As The Velo Hobo has just turned three, spoiled brat that she is, I’ve decided to connect her to, what tech savvy people call, “Social Media”. What does this mean to you, my loyal demented reader, and to the public at large? Not much; only that there are now two additional ways to stalk The Velo Hobo.
A handful of you are already Velo Hobo Twitter-heads, and I appreciate each and every one of you. For those who’d like to join the fun, hit one of the Twitter links in the side bar.
The Velo Hobo now has a Facebook page and at the time of this writing, not one single friend. Before this blog hurls itself off a cliff, would someone please like it?
So why all this for a bike-blog with no real redeeming value? To feed my writing addiction and to cleanup the blog a bit. I’ll use Twitter to point to things, news items, other bloggers posts, and to post an occasional Twitpic. The Velo Hobo Facebook page (again, see the side-bar) will be for you dear reader, to splatter the wall with whatever nonsensical bicycle blathering you feel moved to post. Feel free to promote your own blog, go off topic, rant, whatever. Just please, keep it civil and PG-13. I embarrass easily.
Here’s the Link: The Velo Hobo on Facebook
Thanks for your support in these troubling times, Jack
Myfitnesspal is a personal fitness journal which aggregates calorie, nutrition and exercise data available both online and as a phone app. Once you’ve entered your personal information (height, weight, gender and such) and set your goals, Myfitnesspal tracks your progress. You can also run reports of daily and weekly nutrition intake. Available at a glance is a pie chart showing the ratio of carbohydrates, fat and protein. Myfitnesspal takes the guess work out of eating a well-balanced diet.
Sharing your database with a friend (the pal part of Myfitnesspal) adds accountability and encouragement to achieving goals. You can also grab data from your friend’s database. So if you’ve both eaten a Big Mac, only one of you needs to enter the nutritional info; adding that information is a breeze using the search feature, or if you’re using your phone, with the bar code reader feature. I’m spending about ten minutes a day entering food and exercise information. Not a big deal and the pay-off is an accurate accounting of my nutrition and exercise. After ten days of tracking my diet, I see I’m not getting enough Iron and that I’m achieving my goals of lowering sodium intake and losing a few pounds.
Join the Myfitnesspal community through personal blogs and message boards.
It’s free and available at: Myfitnesspal.
This was a non-solicited review. I just like it, Jack
Attending the Blue Ridge Breakaway gave me the opportunity to take a quick gander at a large sample of the population of cyclists in our area. I was shocked and amazed to see that most of us are still white. We were mostly white at the Tour de Franklin, Tour de Cashiers and way back in the days of the Tour de Tuck, we were white then too. We were mostly white at the Savanna Century and even in the culturally diverse Big Apple’s 5 Boro Bike Tour, we were overwhelmingly white. I’ve been involved in a few gear intensive adventure sports throughout my life; from SCUBA diving to skydiving. And there too, we were mostly white people.
So I have to ask, why are we so white? Is it culture or socioeconomics? Or am I wrong? Is it just a matter of geography and I have a ‘southern view’ of cycling? (Although, like I said, we seemed pretty white at the NY 5-Boro too). My wife, (full discloser here: She’s not white) has noticed this as well.
Why does it matter?
I would like our sport to be more racially and culturally diverse for purely selfish reasons. We enrich our lives when we share it with a more diverse group. We expand our minds when we challenge our unhealthy thinking styles of ‘Labeling, Generalizing and All-or-Nothing’ thinking. As in “those people do that all the time” or “those people never do this”.
Any thoughts? Has anyone else noticed this? Is this a problem? How could we make the sport more welcoming to encourage a more diverse group to take up cycling?
Don’t be alarmed, but sometimes I wake up in strange places. Last night I dreamt of talking mice and ducks and this morning I woke up in Orlando, Florida. Please don’t ask how I came to be here, but in the chaos that was my yesterday at least I had the presence of mind to grab my bicycle. Whoever put me to bed last night must have pried it loose from my fingers because it’s leaning against the wall near my bed; just leaning there as calmly as if this kind of thing happens to it all the time. “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice!” I spit at it. No reply. A good indication that this is all real. I close my eyes tightly and count backwards from ten. Open my eyes and I’m still in Orlando. Yep, this all must be real. At least real enough to attempt a bike ride in.
So this is what I can say for certain. I’m in Orlando and I have my bike. So I’ll be doing some exploring. No, I won’t be visiting Disney World. To be honest, I don’t think they will let me back in after the last time and I’m sure they won’t let me in with my bike.