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Belcanto Jorge Lorenzo!
The Champ Pre Race...
Eddie and Dave
Captain's Log of Athletic Endeavors.... Stardate Unknown
Introducing...
Belcanto Jorge Lorenzo!
Weekly Lyrics...
"I'm serenaded by a chorus of a thousand burning cigarettes
You've been taking chances, Mama, while I've been placing bets
So tell it to the ashes, they know we served
It may be good for the soul but it's hard on the nerves.
The very thing that drives you can drive you insane
Got a head full of thought crimes and a number with no name
Got an eleventh hour Jesus, and a mouth full of blame
Casket lined with silver dollars and a Number With No Name..."
-Excerpt from "" by Ben Harper
2013 Season Revised MTB Race Schedule
1/20/13 Genesse Valley Cross Relay Solo 4 Hours
Parkton, MD
-1st Overall Solo
3/23/13 Sugar Hill XC
Elkridge, MD
-3rd Place, Expert men 40+
7/7/13 Patapsco 100
Woodlawn, MD
7/21/13 Curse of Dark Hollow 40 Michaux Series #2
Pine Grove, PA
8/17/13 Trail Spinners Fair Hill Classic
Fair Hill, MD
8/24/13 Rattling Creek 50 Marathon
Lykens, PA
9/1/13 Shenandoah Mountain 100
Harrisonburg, VA
CX Seaon Begins!
Weekly Lyrics...
Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
-exerpt from Rush's Limelight
Weekly Quote...
"For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph - a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting."
-Exerpt from the motion picture Patton
-Exerpt from the motion picture Patton
Weekly Quotes....
"When everything seems to be going against you, remember that an airplane takes off against the wind, not with it."
"Whether you think that you can, or that you can't, you are usually right."
-Henry Ford
Weekly Quote...
"Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death."
-General Omar Bradley
-General Omar Bradley
Weekly Rime....
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
-Exerpt from Alfred Lord Tennyson's Ulysses
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
-Exerpt from Alfred Lord Tennyson's Ulysses
Weekly Rime...
Then like a pawning horse let go,
She made a sudden bound;
It flung the blood into my head,
And I fell down in a swound.
How long in that same fit I lay,
I have not to declare;
But ere my living life returned,
I heard and in my soul discerned
Two voices in the air.
'Is it he? quoth one, 'Is this the man?
By him who died on cross,
With his cruel bow he laid full low
The harmless Albatross.
-Exerpt from Coleridge's Rime of the Ancient Mariner
She made a sudden bound;
It flung the blood into my head,
And I fell down in a swound.
How long in that same fit I lay,
I have not to declare;
But ere my living life returned,
I heard and in my soul discerned
Two voices in the air.
'Is it he? quoth one, 'Is this the man?
By him who died on cross,
With his cruel bow he laid full low
The harmless Albatross.
-Exerpt from Coleridge's Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Weekly Rime....
Ts'ai Chi'h
The petals fall in the fountain,
the orange-coloured rose leaves,
Their ochre clings to the stone.
-Ezra Pound
The petals fall in the fountain,
the orange-coloured rose leaves,
Their ochre clings to the stone.
-Ezra Pound
Top 5 Nashville Favorites...
- Honkey Tonk Heroes- Waylon Jennings
- Luckenbach Texas- Waylon and Willie
- East Bound And Down- Jerry Reed
- On The Road Again- Willie Nelson
- Folsom Prison Blues- Johnny Cash
My Top 5 Guitar Songs...
- Black Star- Yngwie Malmsteen
- Splendido Sundance- Al Dimeola
- Always With Me, Always With You- Joe Satriani
- The Attitude Song- Steve Vai
- Scuttle Buttin'- SRV
Weekly Lyrics... 40K TT Motivation!
That's great, it starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, an aeroplane, Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs
Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no
Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
In a government for hire and a combat site
Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
Breathing down your neck...
-Exerpt from R.E.M.'s It's The End Of The World As We Know It
Birds and snakes, an aeroplane, Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs
Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no
Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
In a government for hire and a combat site
Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
Breathing down your neck...
-Exerpt from R.E.M.'s It's The End Of The World As We Know It
Weekly Rime...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same...
-Exerpt from Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same...
-Exerpt from Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken
Weekly Rime....
Michaux Curse Passage:
V. What The Thunder Said
...Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl...
-exerpt from T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land
V. What The Thunder Said
...Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl...
-exerpt from T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land
Top 5 Michaux Curse iPod Tunes
- 1. Hey Man Nice Shot- Filter
- 2. Dead And Bloated- Stone Temple Pilots
- 3. Ace Of Spades- Motorhead
- 4. I Am The Highway- Audioslave
- 5. Badfish/Boss DJ- Jack Johnson
Weekly Rime...
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains
my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed. I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
-exerpt from Walt Whitman's Song of Myself.
my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed. I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
-exerpt from Walt Whitman's Song of Myself.
Weekly Rime....
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
-exerpt from W.B. Yeats' The Second Coming.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
-exerpt from W.B. Yeats' The Second Coming.
Weekly Rime...
From T.S. Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Let us go then you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit
Let us go then you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit
Weekly Rime....
IV. DEATH BY WATER
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
-T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
-T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
Deus Ex Machina
Weekly Rime...
From T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land:
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dulls roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
-T.S. Eliot, 1922
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dulls roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
-T.S. Eliot, 1922
Big Brown
The Champ Pre Race...
Tomahawk Mud
VH Baltimore
Eddie and Dave
'08 Maximus Gear
Weekly Rime...
In A Station Of The Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Petals on a wet, black bough.
-Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Petals on a wet, black bough.
-Ezra Pound
5 Songs On a Desert Island
- Inaudible Melodies- Jack Johnson
- Nightswimming- REM
- Voodoo Child- Jimi Hendrix
- Snow (Hey Oh)- Chili Peppers
- Garden Grove- Sublime
Rossi
Max
Carlisle Cross '07
Breezewood Double
Event Schedule
- 5/4/08 Michaux Maximus- Michaux Endurance Series, PA
- 5/10/08 Masters of MX Blue Diamond- New Castle, DE
- 5/18/08 Masters of MX Tomahawk- Hedgesville, WV
- 5/31/08 Michael Murad Road Race- Poolesville, MD
- 6/15/08 XTERRA East Championship- Richmond, VA
- 6/21/08 Masters of MX Tomahawk #2- Hedgesville, WV
- 7/12/08 Diamond In The Rough Triathlon- Perryville, MD
- 7/19/08 Masters of MX Blue Diamond- New Castle, DE
- 7/20/08 Curse of Dark Hollow, Michaux Endurance Series, PA
- 8/9/08 Masters of MX Rocket Raceway- 3 Springs, PA
- 9/7/08 Diamondman 1/2 Ironman- Bear, DE
- 9/14/08 Terror of Teaberry, Michaux Endurance Series, PA
- 9/20/08 Masters of MX Mountaineer #2- Inwood, WV
- 10/12/08 Brierman Half Lite 50 Triathlon- Boonesboro, MD
- 11/23/08 Ironman Arizona- Tempe AZ
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