Just got this email. Not sure how I feel about it.
It's a website that does not need an app. If they were better at iStore maybe they could have figured out I removed this app a while ago. vs They're trying to make me buy a new iPad.
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I bought a used track bike in the fall of 2012 for the purposes of commuting in NYC. I met some seedy asian dude in LES and forked over $180 bucks. The bike was set up with a fixed gear and track pedals, a crappy seat and dirty handlebar tape.
Here is everything I've invested into this bicycle in 2013
I received a Kindle Paperwhite as a present for New Years. I've been reading books a lot more now. I think I read one book in 2012 ( The Rum Diaries ). My goal for this year is to read at least 15 to somehow justify another piece of electronic equipment in on my nightstand. The iPad and iPhone all have Kindle apps and, needless to say, there are a lot of ulterior ways of obtaining and consuming text.
So far I have read
World War Z - Max Brooks. The book is told through interviews with survivors instead of a narrative - which takes a little getting used to and piecing together. I suppose that's the intended effect. The text brings up a few interesting points of globalization, over popualtion and the capacity of modern technology. Mostly I'm happy this gives me enough 'geek cred' to discuss zombies with authority.
A Confederacy Of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole. I've stayed at the Chateau Bourbon which is where the department store at the begining of the book used to be. There is a statue to Ignatius J. Riley at the front of the lobby. I have not had read the book at the time so this was a little lost on me.
I was drinking at mymoon a few years ago when I friend showed up on a single speed bicycle. He stayed for a few rounds, put on his helmet and proceeded to bike to his next venue somewhere in LIC. I was fascinated with the freedom his bike offered him - he could navigate to various venues with ease. No looking out for cops or parking.
This past Saturday I decided to do the same on my fixie. I took off the seatpost rack to seem a little more hip ( that didn't help ) and pedaled my way over the Williamsburg bridge to Lorely. I was meeting up with an old friend at 8. My further plans were to ride back to Amity Hall and join another group of friends for a few more brews around 10. I got a little carried away at Lorely and after a few beers and an hour thunderstorm delay I decided to get back on the bike and go back to the West Village. My friends already assembled and sent me an 'are you coming' text. I go to unlock my bike and after a 10 minute conversation with a dude who's chaining up a 1970's cruiser converted to moped. My bike seems a little off. Further inspection reveals a flat tire. This dude nor his friend have a patch kit. I did not bring one either. I have security skewers on my wheels so even if I found a patch kid, the hole would have to be very evident in order for me to not take off the tire. It's 11pm and slightly drizzling.
Lorely is an off-the-beaten path kind of place. It sits squat right under the BQE, surrounded by a post industrial Hispanic ghetto. I start to wander off somewhere towards Bedford Ave, somewhat buzzed trying to figure out where I can find some bicycle repair help at 11pm on Saturday. I start thinking through a list of people in the neighborhood that I can call. I only know one, and his phone number is disconnected.
My BlackBerry is very much broken. The track pad does not scroll. I'm limited to calling whatever phone number dialed me last and whatever combination of shortcut keys I can remember. No Google Maps. It's starting to rain harder and harder.
With my fixie in tow, soaking wet I wonder through the dark industrial alleyways of Williamsburg. My cellphone is still refusing to call anyone other than my grandma. I begin to curse not being prepared, for being too ambitious with the evenings' plans. As my buzz is died off, I had a moment of clarity:
Broken Fixie and Cellphone. I'm in a hipster scary movie.
Bradley Cooper is the new Matthew McConaughey. You heard it here first. Limitless was more or less Two For the Money with DeNiro and instead of Pacino. The predictability made me cringe - I had to stop watching because I already figured everything out. I realized this was only 45 minutes in and there might be more plot twists. There were. There were worse than I envisioned. Who gives movies like this and ending like that?
Played through this in about 5 days. Probably the better FPS I've played this year. Stealth Mode is particularly enjoyable - nothing like sneaking up on fools, close pulling off a stealth kill, silencer tapping another Cyph in the head and hiding back in the bushes. Weapons are balanced and there is plenty of ammo everywhere. There was an awesome part where all the lights went out and I had to battle a Ceph Pinger and a swarm of Stalkers and Commanders. I hunkered down in some bunker and had to outplay the AI - a feasible task in Medium mode. A love me a good boss fight
Arguably it was not that cold today but I still broke down and decided to invest in a UA ColdGear hood quarter way through the ride. Fortunately for me there is a Sports Authority on 53 & 3rd. The face mask is a bit doofy looking but it keep the head warm, allows for breathing in cold air via the face mask, and it probably very useful for holding up liquor stores.
Good job South East Asia on having universal electrical sockets. I didn't need to figure out adaptors between all the countries I visited. This used to be a huge pain in the ass. This time it wasn't. #FTW