I'm writing this in the first light of new year's morning. I'd like to hear that Future Sounds of London disk I was listening to last night ("Dead Cities") but it's too early for loud music so instead Jimi's "Are You Experienced?" is playing at that barely audible volume Eno says was the inspiration for his "Discreet Music". I remember a year ago, this day, this time I wrote in my logbook:
Now that it's 1999 will "Space: 1999" come back? That was a 1970's television program starring Martin Landau which was set on the moon. Wondering about this I suddenly remember my business trip of February 1989 to Tyson's Corner Virginia which I extended since H let me borrow his Chevy "Landau", a huge semi-pimpmobile with exterior upholstery wearing off - it was of the same vintage as "Space: 1999". For weeks thereafter my work-mate Brian (who was also there) and I could induce giggles just by mentioning "the Landau" - the ride was so preposterous.
Built the new back wheel today, assembling all these little components (which are getting a second chance and I can tell they're grateful for the opportunity). The hub spins fine although its axle is bowed, and I installed the spokes backwards from their previous configuration so they lie opposite the slight worn-in-previously grooves. Turns out I had precisely the exact amount of spokes needed for the wheel - there are leftovers, but I'da have to ground them down to fit. As it was everything went together okay, plus this time I got the placement around the valve right. Just did some of the requisite truing (fine-tuning of the spokes' tension for a perfectly round wheel), a task that's never really completed; but since the tolerance I require isn't that fine I'm not getting anal about it.
Drove up to the City afterwards to see "Happiness" at the "Lumiere", on California at Polk Street. The other cable car line runs along California street here; with a rumbling grind one passed up ahead as I was walking towards the cinema (another in the Landmark chain - I've got to get one of their discount ticket books). The neat sight of the day happened while driving there on the 101 - the full moon came up and I monitored its progress from sliver to gold coin on the horizon across the bay - it was then occluded from view as I passed the John & Yoko "Think Different" billboard (I think it displays the wrong apple) now defaced by graffiti (the edges, but not our heroes). I came off the freeway to behold the dazzling wall of the "Line-Up's" neon, then drive up hills to the movie theater. Previews:
When I got home I put my bike together and went out for a test ride - after a I tinkered away a few adjustment kinks, smooth! Been too long out of the saddle. Rather than a beater (although it may seem like one to me), new wheels actually complete the restoration job I started on this bicycle over three years ago - it was David's blue Falcon, which may have even been C's before that. I discarded almost all of its original components and replaced them with my own, discarding my now-ragged blue Proteus frame. Now its livery is (Rustoleum gloss) black and silver (well, aluminum - bare metal).
Ten books new in my reading queue, all either gifts or from recent mail-order:
The format of my Archive page has been upgraded - since each month's graphic is now included, a download will take a while.
101 - up here, the Bayshore Freeway; down there, the Hollywood Freeway - limited access although not an interstate.
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can't hear without reminder of Peggy Hill's use of the
word as an aid to pronounce "penis" in preparation
for her teaching Sex Ed.