Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Former Rogues, turned Folk Heroes

Not that it's rare, but Brendan has a great post about the onset of road season. His third, my first. I imagine my experiences will be similar, except i will suck more.

Something that Brendan will not be doing is racing cross this season. I will be, and hoping for better results than the road. That's just because there will be less people racing.

Whatever the discipline, bring on the wet, the cold, the single digit figures. Embrace the mud, the falls, the broken bike bits.

Cos better than all that is the 8th you get behind that old dude and that young pimply teenager.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Stop thinking asshole...

and bang your fucking head!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The Better Life

I spend a lot of time worrying. Not real worrying, where the outcome is a tangible result, looming out of the gloom, but abstract worrying. Worrying about stuff that hasn't happened yet because you haven't finished worrying so that you can make a choice and allow stuff to happen.

It is, i suppose, the old Socratic question: What is the good life? Plato thought it was the discovery of the Good, Mill thought it was the greatest happiness for the greatest amount of people, and Wittgenstein thought it was to just do stuff that makes you useful (this is why he stopped being a philosopher and instead became a school teacher).

University life is great. Spending hours a day in intense study is rewarding and challenging. Sometimes i feel like i could do it for the rest of my life. But the rewards of the ivory tower are mixed. While you can spend time with a lot of people that think like you, you become totally removed from the outside world. And, to some extent i think, education is primarily a tool to help others. By staying in the tower, you undermine the very purpose of education, in some respects.

Sometimes i think it would be a far nobler life to become a school teacher and teach kids who actually deserve a break in what might otherwise have been an uninspired education, instead of supporting a system that rewards other white middle class kids who are just going to get a corporate job anyway.

More importantly, in terms of personal happiness, i never seem to be more content than when i am riding my bike. Even when i'm chugging along to work, or training with Brendan, his regime pushing me so hard i feel like time has stopped and i just want to curl up in a ball and cry, or racing so hard you stop thinking about your body, and start thinking about the event you are involved in. Happiness is on two wheels and, while it's a tired cliché, it's true. There is, in some sense, a being in the world, or, an interaction with the physical space that only comes into its own on a bike.

I can't always be happy, just like I can't always help others. But, fuck, I can do my best at both. Surely that's as good a life as any.

Or maybe i could start a band?

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Chronic Lack of Taste

While it always comes as a surprise (coupled with a sense of despair that people can lack such taste) I am always stoked when i find out people have been reading this blog. People I haven't seen for years, or only met once, will often comment on how they find something of value here. Accusations of madness aside, and despite the odd comment that charges me with only having one joke (Kerry King has stupid glasses?) it really is flattering. I only wish it wasn't coupled with a sneaking suspicion that it's all a joke and it's entirely on me.

To business, though.

While i know where Nickbell 11 is coming from i do feel he might have expressed it more eloquently than: "The 55 people who hate this band suck donkey dick".

I'm no die hard Suffocation fan, but i do have a soft spot for them. This is primarily due to the picture on their first album. Aged about 19, the year is 1991 and the death metal scene was just getting under way. If you imagine the nerdiest guys from your classes, glasses, acne and all, this is Suffocation in 91. TO this day i cannot link up the smiling faces of these young kids, with the pure brutality that spews out of the speakers when you first give 'Effigy of the Forgotten' a spin.

So, here's to the nerdy kids, to the kid in the corner of the room not talking to anyone. The guy wearing the glasses and bootcut jeans. While there is a good chance he will make his living exploring modal logic, there is a better chance he likes to get brutal, and will get into a band that pulverises anything you ever do. Fuck yeh.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Morbidly Rad

We here at Death Race aren't much fans of hyperbole, however, we do insist that this clip is the best ever.

Crush the priest! The feeble church!


Thursday, March 10, 2011

It seems as if...

Slayer were bigger Minor Threat fans than i thought...