I rode my bike roughly 86 miles between Wednesday’s 46 mile ride and Saturday’s 40 mile ride. Saturday also featured some ridiculously high surf. Click the link to See my ever-so-fun iPhone video of it (still trying to figure out a way to do embeddable flash without sticking it on YouTube Edit: Aha! Flickr does short videos):

I think it came out well, although it does motivate me to try and acquire a copy of the iMovie version with the image stabilizer software…

Some pictures from my travels in New York City and Northern New Jersey, including the first time I’ve ever actually seen the Statue of Liberty in person as I rode the ferry to Sandy Hook. Flickr here, slideshow below (click “notes” for a fuller explanation on some of the items):

Special thanks to Lummis, who lent me a place to crash on Friday night, and to Lisa and Matt for getting married and giving me an excuse to get the fuck out of L.A.

Spotted in Encino yesterday:

It does look a bit browner in this picture than it does in person – the other non-painted lawns in the neighborhood were looking pretty darn sickly.

The rather brilliant Hank Steuver, kicking off his hilarious review of new daytime talk show The Wendy Williams Show:

What should be on television in the middle of the day? What should fill the space between all those commercials for personal-injury attorneys, cures for urinary-tract infections and the promises of vo-tech schooling? Should anything be on? (Is “off” an option anymore, even in hospitals?)

All the available genres nearly died or migrated to niche networks — game shows, sitcom reruns, soaps, cooking demonstrations, local chatter. What programming remains will make you thank your lucky stars that you aren’t infirm or underemployed. The sound of a television turned on at high noon is the sound of utter human defeat. (The drone never ceases with the ads: bad credit, bad floors, bad living.)

As someone who is under-to-unemployed and on occasion turns on live TV in the middle of the day: Ye gods, is he ever right.

I used to post notes when I went out of town that posting would be less frequent when I’m gone, but there’s just been so damn little going on lately that posting might actually increase.

Gone to a wedding. Back Sunday.

I thought for a bit about what the hell I was going to do with the gigantic goddamn lemon, and finally, I figured I might as well just keep going with the literal theme of the day:

Yep, I made lemonade. An absolutely ridiculous amount of lemonade from one lemon, in fact. Normally to make this amount of lemonade you’d need about seven or eight normal sized lemons.

It’s actually pretty tasty, though we’ll see how well it holds up after spending some time in the fridge.

This monstrosity has been hanging from the lemon tree in my apartment complex for the last few months. Today, just as I was heading past it to go to the gym, it fell off the tree, right next to me.

Given everything that’s been going on lately, I had to laugh. Life has now taken to literally giving me lemons. Guess it’s time to break out the sugar and make some lemonade.