Information Blues.

Just chillin’, shootin’ the breeze with rpet1975, disparaging The Arcade Fire when:

(14:20:36) rpet1975: people who went to college should be banned from playing music.

Is he right? He might be right.

I’m sitting in the bathtub listening to Moss Icon, hoping my body will stop aching. I went mountain biking with Rex on Montara Mountain yesterday; it was an all day epic. We climbed to the top, bombed The Crack, pushed back up The Crack, rode to the top then headed west on an old renegade motorbike route called Cave Trail. Cave Trail was loose, elusive, fast, full of ruts and baby head boulders. The ruts would hook up with your wheels like railroad tracks; your front wheel would catch one, your back another, and then you’d be skiing, torqued sideways as gravity pulled you down the mountain.

Earlier this evening I received a private message from a spammer at schroomery.org. I’d forgotten I even had an account there, and really don’t, but a long time ago I determined that someone there was linking to a picture of Rex here at my site eating donuts on one of our mtb trips in the desert. So some wacky mycologist was citing Rex Juan for why?? I had to find out, but they wouldn’t let me spy on their forum until I signed up.

Well this evening I was more curious than the last time, and I found myself instantly thrust into the center of underground magic mushroom growing culture. It was fascinating! They place brown rice in a pressure cooker it to break it down and sanitize it, then inject spores into the mush in a glass jar with a layer of minerals at the top as a filter to keep out competing bacteria and fungus. This method is called the PF tek and was invented by a guy who plays saxophone and currently resides in the Olympic National Park while researching Stonehenge. I wasn’t even on anything and this was totally blowing my mind. I mean, look!!

My body is aching because I went off a kicker jump on Boy Scout just after dark in the forest; I was speeding out of the bermed S-turn into the jump line and was preparing to fly when the jump came early and then I was in the air, I didn’t know what was happening–I might have been sideways, my feet came off the pedals and my front suspension bottomed when I landed, which turned my bike into a bucking bronco and I went to the ground in slow motion.