My domination of the blog continues. This time with some whining and incoherent proto-ranting.
Discovered Henkes’ childrens’ books this weekend. LOOOVE them! Eliot and I read: Julius, the Baby of the World and Wemberly Worried. Absolutely delightful, psychologically meaningful for kids (I’m sure), and especially fun for ironically inclined adults.
When the towers were hit, I was in Houston. I remember the phone calls and emails from friends who didn’t know if I was in New York and wanted to make sure I was safe. I remember my frantic phone calls and emails, which were, thankfully, all answered. I also remember how long it took to get in touch with my sister, who was living in a dorm near the towers. When we finally got a hold of her, she said she was in line to give blood. That was the beginning of what we might call the Osama bin Laden era. At the tail end of that era, Eliot was born.
Rwanda, a landlocked, high altitude, nation of Africa. Rwanda, site of a devastating 1994 genocide. The racial divisions that brought the country to its knees, now gone, Rwanda has moved on and is now one of the safest countries in Africa.
But in Team Rwanda, nine cyclists brought together by Jonathan ‘Jock’ Boyer, you find young men trying to write a new history for a nation scarred by its past. Nathan Byukusenge and Nicodem Habiyembere are two brothers on Team Rwanda.
Like all their teammates, genocide has left an indelible mark on their lives – their father was just one of the many to have died. Estimates on the total number of dead range from between 500,000 to one million. 9,000 kilometers away from their home, Nathan and Nicodem recall seeing Brazil on a map, “maybe once”, the latter quietly told Cyclingnews.
Andy Schleck cooking for the team.
Brian Greene does his best Raymond Williams impression:
There was a time when the word universe meant “all there is.” Everything. The whole shebang. The notion of more than one universe, more than one everything, would seemingly be a contradiction in terms. Yet a range of theoretical developments has gradually qualified the interpretation of universe. The word’s meaning now depends on context.
PhilGil and AGil visiting Alexandre Vinokourov.
As he’s convalescing, I won’t remark upon the socks and sandals, rather just say that it was very nice of the Gilberts.
Maybe Philipe Gilbert *is* my favorite rider this year.
First of my series of articles on the SF mayoral race. Holla!