“It’s easy to compare the initial thrill of evoking an immediate response to a blog post to the rush of getting high, and the diminishing thrills to the process of becoming inured to a drug’s effects. The metaphor is so exact, in fact, that maybe it isn’t a metaphor at all.”
-Emily Gould “Exposed: What I gained—and lost—by Writing About My Intimate Line Online” from the NYTimes Magazine May 25.

I couldn’t agree more, and after the overwhelmingly positive flood of comments I received after posting that winking cow, I’m looking for my next fix:
I swear I’ve only taken two, maybe three cow pictures since I’ve been here. But what can I say? The cows, they like me.

I ran into that little flirt while riding to a nearby rally car race today. For those of you unfamiliar with Rally, it’s pretty much the mountain biking of auto racing; that is to say, it’s cool, or so I thought from watching Rally highlight videos on Youtube. Sure, the cars today were going fast and making lots of noise, but to be honest, I’ve seen fast cars from a much MUCH closer vantage point while road biking (share the road!). Then, just as my pod shuffled from Kanye to David T’s morning mix, I had an epiphany. If rally can be so cool on TV yet so unimpressive in person, maybe mountain bike racing just needs a little TV coverage to make it cool too--give the action some context and let Dave Toll take viewers on a personal tour of downtown Pain City. Wishful thinking.