62 days left

I just spent the last 30 minutes, hunched over on the kitchen floor, flipping through piles and piles of old notes and rough-drafts of an unfinished novel I had started after getting home from my first bike trip in '01.

I dug them out to help flush out some ideas for the 'pilot'. And although the writing is anything but impressive, the story does give me some different ideas on where to start the "test-episode".

More on this after I have my friend, Eric, read over the first chapter and put in his 2 cents... until then, I'm having a hard time telling which parts are simply good ideas and which parts are simply nostalgic.


This wednesday, Tim is flying out to spend a few days in L.A., I'll be picking him up from LAX around 8 on the 29th. I can't wait to see him, it's been a while - the last time he was in town, it was only for one day. I remember us spending half the night on-top of the roof of an apartment building near the end of my street watching the filming of 'Fun with Dick & Jane'.

On friday, we are going to get together for lunch with the producer, Matt - who has never met Tim, so this is a great opportunity for Matt to see why I've been pushing Tim for 'Pedal'.

77 days left

Last night I had a detailed dream where I found my [stolen] bicycle in the driveway of a house in Onsted, Michigan, my hometown. I was walking down the street in one of the newly finished subdivisions, when from very far away something caught my eye, my heart started to pound before I was even sure what I was looking at - I jogged up, looking inside the windows of the house for signs of people, but no one was around.

The garage was wide open, inside was large truck, and behind it my bike - looking exactly like it did the last day I saw it. At first I didn't know what to do - I just felt like I had won the lottery, I grabbed the bike, jumped on, and started racing down the street. But I had to know who took my bike - so I stopped infront of a house, that turned out to be Al Gore's, he was on the side of the house and I asked, "hey Mr. Al Gore, can I hide my bike in your garage for a few minutes?", he said, "sure". The odd thing was, it wasn't strange or out of place to me that Al Gore was living in Onsted.

But long and boring story short, I knocked on the door of the house where I found my bike, and an older dad-like man opened up, he was nice until he realized why I was there... then we started yelling at each other, and I just kept shouting, "who's bike is out front! who's bike is out front!". That's really all I remember. Thanks Al Gore.


I know I've been away for a while, and I'm sorry. As I mentioned in the last post, the hosting switch when incredibly smoothly, it took all of five minutes to get the site back up & running. Although, the several sub-domains I own took a few days to figure out...

I received my tax return in the mail the other day, I'm waiting for friday to order the HCR-HC1, I can hardly wait. I'm incredibly anxious to work on the "new trailer idea" I mentioned a few post back. I also have a very different idea for a video-podcast that I want to work on - but Pedal comes first.