Sadly, the above example isn't one of them.

I've told a bunch of folks that I'd notify them when a new batch of shirts came in, but that's alot of emails to write, so I'll just dump it in your laps this way.

We have a whole new load of our fancy-pants, and super duper comfy organic cotton t-shirts back in stock.
Don't get caught sleeping.

..Ahh... another post that starts off like a knotted shoelace...

That is to say I have no general direction these days due to the copious amounts of narcotics I'm on, so we begin at the beginning, meander to and fro, wrapping, and twisting until we reach the other end.
And there we sit in knots, waiting for tomorrow.

What the hell was I just talking about? I blacked out for a second.

Let's get right into the good stuff with an email from M;

"Stevil,

-M"

That email had so much of the good stuff in it, I wept.
And speaking of beards, there is some rumination on the matter over on the Soulcraft blog;

"Sometimes you might come across a ride that seems tailor made for the bicycle you happen to be riding, and vice versa.
Sunday's exploration and the Dirtbomb have just such a union.

On a side note, at some point during my meanderings, I realized that I don't really care what type of terrain I ride as long as I'm alone, and can listen to my thoughts, and at that very moment my thoughts told me "you know, moustaches don't make an ounce of sense..Foreskins? I'll give you foreskins.. and facial hair in general has a practical purpose, but moustaches all by themselves? I'll be damned if I get it."
It was as profound an experience as I'm sure you can imagine."

I can, and I do. I mean, the irony I get, and I've even been known to rock a moustache from time to time mostly as a tribute to those who wear them well, those who wear them particularly well, and then those who's attempts are just so pathetic that they are astounding all unto themselves.
For my part, I fall somewhere in between, but that doesn't change the fact that I still don't get what their practical purpose is, or if there ever was one.

Sometimes it's simply not to ask the reason why. Sometimes there are just things I don't understand.
Case in point? This photo that Potter sent in;

I'm not able to wrap my mind around this one, but that isn't to say that there aren't people who can.

Obviously cyclocross isn't the only thing people in Boulder take seriously.

Ahhh.. So this is what it looks like from the bottom of the barrel?
After all, I guess it was just a matter of time before we got here.

How how about some news on the tool front? We here at Swobo are very proud to be carrying the new 3 Wrencho from our friends at Portland Design Works.

If you've got love for 15mm wrenches like I do, then this is most assuredly something you'll want to check out.

Here is a interesting bit of news that was sent on from Bobo;

"Wow: could it be true? I hope they have a bar for the spectators to watch from?

... There is a move afoot to build a velodrome in the east bay."

I signed the petition, but seeing as I am so broke, I literally can't afford to pay attention, all I asked was exactly the question Bobo posed.
For that matter, If I could get a brick with my name on it, not in the infield, but actually on the bar top, I'd do what I can to raise that thousand clams.
No matter how depraved, or how much mechanicaleroticisim was involved.

(I'm reasonably sure I just made that term up.)

As I turn my bag o' stuff upside down, and inside out, I feel as though we've made a good effort here today. Happy Wednesday to you all.

Now get back to work..