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on November 28, 2009

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It's gone!

Some of you will rejoice, some of you will wonder why I even had it in the first place; the euro mullet is gone! Thanks to a haircut from Nico's mom (Marie Josee), Merci! Before... After! Ok not such a great shot but I don't photograph well anyway :P But seriously, you're the one! I know because I'm pointing at you! Well right now I'm pointing at me but I'm hoping it will have a different effect on my readers. What! I can actually can read and understand a little Dutch? No way! I'm shocked! Go me! Or maybe this should also be the face I have if I should ever get a date in Belgium. Actually let me broaden that statement; if I should ever get a date at all! Too much time spent blogging, which by the way is a real time suck. If you ever commit to making a blog think hard about it, it's like a job. I call this one the "race face." Ready for battle. Bike racing in Belgium is stressful. There is never a moment when you can just relax an...

oldschool

Agenda 14, October 2009 1. Look for work 2. Look again 3. Make more coffee 4. Check email 5. Repeat Something like that anyway. I've found a program for graduate school that I think would really suit me well. The program is at the University of Groningen and is a two year, research masters program in organization, production and economics. Application deadline is 1 January, time to get going. I've come down with some sort of cold/flu. I'm not saying it is the N1H1 but the degree to which the back of my throat hurts as compared to previous experiences with flu's is highly suggestive to a disease I've never had before. I was performing a little research last night and found the name of the flu "H1N1" is derived from the type and number of proteins found in the virus. Now, I'm not saying I have the so called "swine flu" but my throat is a wreck. I was coughing so hard last night I thought I was going to throw up. At one point breat...

Race Results for Sunday

DROPPED... And my hands hurt a bit from the cobble stones. The wind was crazy today. I'm following a lead wheel into a corner and they must have saw 100 Euros laying around because otherwise I don't know why he's touching his brakes. I'm not even on the road anymore, I'm in the grass, the gravel, I'm out of the saddle trying on the dirt. I see a place to return to the cement road. I'm back but annoyed. It's raining lightly but enough so that the cobbles have a nice sheen to the them. I'm corning at 25km/h, on cobbles, just so I can crank it back up to 46km/h in a few meters. Still on wet cobbles but we're going in a straight line. I can barley breath. My face is a picture I never want to see. My lower back hurts, its from pushing a big gear too much. I think "spin spin" I'm getting dropped again. Clack, clack, to heck with spinning, now the wheel in front of me is getting closer. There is a strong cross wind coming fro...

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