bierkergaard

One of the best things that has happened in the last year for me is the return of the cycle. Bicycle, that is. While I was in Ph.D. studies, I lived in "Safe Mode" physically--besides driving down to Philly each week or so for ten years--I mostly stayed away from danger to avoid what I termed a discontinuous event (on and off road). I didn't want to crack my cranium, leaking knowledge as well as neurological capacity. When I earned my Ph.D., I promised myself that I would get a good mountain bike. Not the hybrid mongrel Trek that I have that is a mix between street and mountain bike. It is geared like a mountain bike and has some other mountain bike traits, without being truly trail ready. Ironically, it is best on the road where there are a ton of hills, where the gearing makes a big difference. Most street bikes don't have the high gears. Well-suited for this part of hilly Pennsylvania. Although I now have a sweet mountain biking with the proper breeding, sho

Matthew 6:34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Wednesday afternoon was over 90 plus degrees here in Pa. Summer is going out swinging yet I am happy to note that premonitions of Fall are in the air despite the up-and-down tug of warm versus cold. Fall is my favorite season. Summer's heat mellows into a melancholic brew of warmer days and cooler nights. If Pennsylvania had a thermometer, I'd set it on this cycle. Friday night I was drinking a couple of beers with a couple of buddies (literally two beers and two friends) outside of a local establishment. It was cool and breezy and I finally felt summer being exorcised from my bones. I was enjoying an Imperial Pumpkin Ale to celebrate the cooling. I get this odd itch over the summer where I can't shower without causing an outbreak of itchiness all over the top half of my body. Like a Plague or being attacked by Siberian mosquitos. It