Funny things

Well my apartment is a mess and I'll clean it up today at some point. Needs a real thorough cleaning for sure. 

My hair is beginning to grow back in, although I doubt I'll let it get as long as I had it before. I was going for that 70s look:

Which the Triumph tattoo that I love so much intensifies a bit as that was the logo on both my '73 Triumphs - actually the logo they used right up through the 20s till the 80s. The new Triumph logo doesn't have the cool loop, the swoop ends just before the H. 

I am wearing my much battered Saint John's phys-ed shirt which I have had since I was at least 14. I think it began life as my brother's shirt so it could date back all the way to 1995. I have rebuilt or built at least 5 motorcycles wearing this shirt, as well as a rag. It is actually quite clean in this photo and smells like laundry detergent. It just looks like hell. 

As I type I am smoking Bombay Extra which is my choice tobacco, out of my favorite and most used pipe.

Listening to 'The Diamond Sea' by Sonic Youth:

Time takes its crazy toll 
and how does your mirror grow 
you better watch yourself when you jump into it 
'cause the mirror's gonna steal your soul 

I wonder how it came to be my friend 
that someone just like you has come again 
you'll never, never know how close you came 
until you fall in love with the diamond rain 

throw all his trash away 
look out he's here to stay 
your mirror's gonna crack when he breaks into it 
and you'll never never be the same 

look into his eyes and you can see 
why all the little kids are dressed in dreams 
I wonder how he's gonna make it back 
when he sees that you just know it's make-belief 

blood crystalized as sand 
and now I hope you'll understand 
you reflected into his looking glass soul 
and now the mirror is your only friend 

look into his eyes and you will see 
that men are not alone on the diamond sea 
sail into the heart of the lonely storm 
and tell her that you'll love her eternally 

time takes its crazy toll 
mirror fallin' off the wall 
you better look out for the looking glass girl 
'cause she's gonna take you for a fall 

look into his eyes and you shall see 
why everything is quiet and nothing's free 
I wonder how he's gonna make her smile 
when love is running wild on the diamond sea 

It is one of my favorite songs. I am also listening to 'Lazy Eye' by Silversun Pickups, which is another favorite of mine.

Still getting used to this new Blog style, how to post pictures, how to copy text, the whole deal.

Yes, my apartment IS a mess. Motorcycle parts everywhere, tools scattered. Hell there's a Royal Enfield gas tank on my kitchen counter. I'll probably have to use one of my 40 gallon trash bags to clean up all the junk in here. But once that's done it'll be right as rain.

I have to think about cutting my storage shed. It's been empty for a couple months, and at $40 a month that's not efficient. That said I'll probably stow the Royal Enfield in there once it's back here. So there is that. I prefer having the Triumph out, mostly because it gives me the least amount of time to get on the road, I don't like having to walk all the way to the sheds, roll out, then ride down the little sidewalk and all that crap just to get down to the corner store. With the Triumph out I just walk out my door, down the back stairs, and out to the bike. 2 locks, warm it up, and off I go. Easy Peasy, Japaneasy - as Brooks would say.

Now the song is 'Rooftops' by Lostprophets. Good song, great band.

I'm contemplating a bath. It actually takes contemplation because at 6' 5" I barely fit in the tiny bath tub. Remember this used to be a hotel, though has more characteristics of a Motel so the bathtub is quite small and quite cheap. 

I miss the American Standard Collection stuff, for bathroom fixtures, no matter where I end up, I will have that sort of stuff for bathroom fixtures.

The perfect sink:

The perfect toilet:

And finally the soaking tub:

As is I have the overflow blocked off on my current tub so I can at least get the water up past my shoulders if I cross my legs. I have long since discovered the best finish to a bath is to stand up and take a quick shower afterwards because you are after all laying in your own filth when you take one, and the show rejuvenates you after the bath which tends to all but put you to sleep.

Anyways, enough rambling for now. Time to clean.