Jason M. Doug atop Mt. Evans

File under bicycles: This was an epic ride. Here is a photo of Jason climbing Mt. Evans — a whimsical bike ride I chose on the drive up. I have a knack with choices. That was ironic — this ride kicked my ass. But not until the way down. Try maintaining 35 mph in a tuck for 30 minutes. 3 hours up, 30 minutes down.

Readings at our Wedding

One of our favorite parts of our wedding were the readings our good friends chose to share with us. Here is a photo of Ryan Reardon reading — a classic pose, I would have to say. This is the guy who used to yell about 0.5 mile to see if we were having band practice or not (this was pre-cellphone believe it or not).

No Longer Sleeping with the Moon

My very best good friend Ali Ippolito, who by the way sang a marvelous song at our wedding, had her band reviewed in Portland’s other alternative weekly. You will really enjoy listening to some of their stuff by clicking around here.

Don’t drop in on them without being forewarned about the sense of humor:

Do you have a track on the album that would be a good soundtrack for bombing Lebanon?
“One Way In, One Way Out””? It has a good beat and you can dance to it. Also, I in no way endorse dropping the bomb on anything ‘‘cept for a room full of my homies with my dope beats. I don’t have any dope beats. Or homies.

Yours in Hero and Villain-ness,
Eric Mills

Helmets Off to Innovation

I thought I was cool when I would hang my flip-phone over my belt. Here’s a great hands-free method whilst cycling down the street, leisurely, I would assume. This is my friend Red Pants. We traveled around Europe together in 2002. She wore red pants every day for 6 weeks straight, hence the nickname.

P.S., don’t use my trick, it broke my phone. They make those belt clip things for a reason. I just thought they were too yuppie. I’m a yuppie in training, I suppose you have to start somewhere.