Coffee pt 1

The last too month have been great.
Party. School. Bike. Coffee.
Not much to complain about.
Except this cup of coffee that I bought this morning from a local coffee vendor.
It may be, that I am just acustom to Thick, dark, sludge called french press, but this coffee I bought is like
that old attage about sexual relations in a canoe.
Oh, sorry. Coffee shop. This infact is not coffee it is Earl Grey tea.

Wrestling with the greats: Steve Williams

Steve Williams is a 1988 graduate of Charles City H.S. and also a state champion.
Also interesting is that Steve hasn't stopped talking about his "skills" since he won in 1988.
Every time I hand out with Steve, he is always asking how many state championships I had, or how it feels to not be a "champion". Wel enough was enough and we had a good old fashion throw down at the Blue Jay bar and grill yesterday night. Below is a recap of the evening:

1.Steve makes some off comment about how I suck at wrestling, cycling, life, etc.
2.Steve challenges Matt to a duel.
3.In a lengthy paragraph, Steve describes how he will take "Pav" down, pin Pavvy to the entire bar.
4.Steve trys to throw a left handed headlock. smart.
5.Steve bounces his head off the concrete at the bar.
6.10 more minutes of wrestling, two high crotches, one front headlock, one craddles, one russian tie, and Steve is demoralized by his loss.
7.The rest of the week Steve complains about how someone blindsided him with a right hook. yeah, the cement did.

The Plan

After much thought, I have decide that the 'Plan' for next year is as follows:
1. work miniumly
2. Cycle
3. Hone cullinatry skills at a resturant somewhere

Jason McCartney Takes Vuelta

Jason McCartney is proof that when it comes to the sport of cycling, it takes eternal patients for success. He started his professional cycling career in 2000. Now, seven years later this native of Iowa City is beating the best in the world at the Vuelta Espania. Kudos. Jason.

I went to a band named Electric Soul Method last night. Colloquially, they are a very popular band. When we arrived to the nonpopulus venue, Landen mentioned that the only original member of the band was the sax player. Stop rehashing previous success, get clever, and come up with a new name...Like Daft 1/5 Punk, or Duran Duran Duran, or Electric Mind body and Soul method.

Brown can kiss my #%?!

I was furious. Infact, I still am. Not quit as made as Rev. West has for raccoons or helmets, but none the less, pissed. I had to wait five days to cool down long enough to write about what happened.

Day 1...I purchase cable. Which, one would assume, be a fairly easy process of delivering a cable box, and then minutes later enjoying dvr, versus, HBO, etc. I was wrong.
Day 14...UPS tried to drop of the package, but said they need a signature. I spoke with a sales associate with UPS assuring me that the package would be "no signature required". Apparently this was too dificult for the add wizards at UPS to understand. The executives at UPS have come to the understanding that everyone in the U.S.A. is unemployed, and infact can just wait around all day for parcels to be delivered.
Day 15...I take the afternoon off from school to assure cable be in my apartment by the early evening. The previous days notice slip said that they would be there from the hours of 2-5 pm. Reasonable. But far be it for UPS to actually be punctual. The parcel came at 7:40 in the evening. It wasn't the fact that the deliveryman was almost three hours late, it was the fact that I took of school for the afternoon to wait for seven hours for a $%@* cable box.