I recently hiked up to the Point de Gallopaz, near my place in Chambery. I got a bit hungry, hence the sandwich. Note the Cyborg Glasses. You really can find nice things in Italy.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Sandwich on the Summit
I recently hiked up to the Point de Gallopaz, near my place in Chambery. I got a bit hungry, hence the sandwich. Note the Cyborg Glasses. You really can find nice things in Italy.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Not Your Everyday Ride
There are times when the shiny panes of everyday life shatter. This ride was one such time. My friend David and I ride 170km with 3000m of climbing over the Col d'Iseran and the Cormet de Roseland in Savoie, France. There are bigger rides and there are tougher rides...but just riding over two of the most beautiful cols in the Alps on a mythically beautiful day speaks for itself. Thanks for reading.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Riding behind my house...
That is Chambery in the background. Epic.
This is me, and that is the rock face on the upper slopes of the Col du Coq (no laughing...) that takes off from the Gresivaudan Valley up to the Chartreuse. My friend David and I went for a little five hour spin in the hills, with three pretty good cols in there. I've not been riding a whole lot, but when I do, I seem to get form quickly.It was unseasonably cool today. Not sure what to attribute it too, but considering I freeze in the cold, I wish it were a bit warmer. David and I hadn't been on a such a ride in a while, and it was a nice re-introduction back into things. The riding in Chambery is epic. I still consider it the best all around riding I've ever done anywhere in the world. There are more exotic places, places with higher roads, but no other place matches the variety of roads along with a good climate.
I'm looking forward to more of this in the fall. By this, I mean the photos above. Thanks for reading.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Checking In...
Flashback...
This picture was taken a couple of months ago on a bike trip to Nice, in Southern France. I was riding along the beach back to the apartment after a nice long ride.
This picture was taken a couple of months ago on a bike trip to Nice, in Southern France. I was riding along the beach back to the apartment after a nice long ride.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Book Learnin' : Alain de Botton
From The Architecture of Happiness:
"Suspicion of architecture may in the end be said to centre around the modesty of the claims that can realistically be made on its behalf. Reverence for beautiful buildings does not seem a high ambition on which to pin our hopes for happiness, at least when compared with the results we might associate with untying a scientific knot or falling in love, amassing a fortune or initiating a revolution. To care deeply about a field that achieves so little, and yet consumes so many of our resources, forces us to admit to a disturbing, even degrading lack of aspiration.
In its ineffectiveness, architecture shares in the bathos of gardening: an interest in door handles or ceiling mouldings can seem no less worthy of mockery than a concern for the progress of rose or lavender bushes. It is forgivable to conclude that there must be grander causes to which human beings might devote themselves.
However, after coming up against some of the sterner setbacks which bedevil emotional and political life, we may well arrive at a more charitable assessment of the significance of beauty - of islands of perfection, in which we can find an echo of an ideal which we once hoped to lay a permanent claim to. Life may have to show itself to us in some of its authentically tragic colours before we can begin to grow properly visually responsive to its subtler offerings, whether it be in the form of a tapestry or a Corinthian column, a slate tile or a lamp. It tends not to be young couples in love who stop to admire a weathered brick wall or the descent of a banister towards a hallway, a disregard for such circumscribed beauty being a corollary of an optimistic belief in the possibility of attaining a more visceral, definitive variety of happiness.
We may need to have made an indelible mark on our lives, to have married the wrong person, pursued an unfulfilling career into middle age or lost a loved one before architecture can begin to have any perceptible impact on us, for when we speak of being 'moved' by a building, we allude to a bitter-sweet feeling of contrast between the nobler qualities written into a structure and the sadder wider reality within which we know them to exist. A lump rises in our throat at the sight of beauty from an implicit knowledge that the happiness it hints at is the exception."
"Suspicion of architecture may in the end be said to centre around the modesty of the claims that can realistically be made on its behalf. Reverence for beautiful buildings does not seem a high ambition on which to pin our hopes for happiness, at least when compared with the results we might associate with untying a scientific knot or falling in love, amassing a fortune or initiating a revolution. To care deeply about a field that achieves so little, and yet consumes so many of our resources, forces us to admit to a disturbing, even degrading lack of aspiration.
In its ineffectiveness, architecture shares in the bathos of gardening: an interest in door handles or ceiling mouldings can seem no less worthy of mockery than a concern for the progress of rose or lavender bushes. It is forgivable to conclude that there must be grander causes to which human beings might devote themselves.
However, after coming up against some of the sterner setbacks which bedevil emotional and political life, we may well arrive at a more charitable assessment of the significance of beauty - of islands of perfection, in which we can find an echo of an ideal which we once hoped to lay a permanent claim to. Life may have to show itself to us in some of its authentically tragic colours before we can begin to grow properly visually responsive to its subtler offerings, whether it be in the form of a tapestry or a Corinthian column, a slate tile or a lamp. It tends not to be young couples in love who stop to admire a weathered brick wall or the descent of a banister towards a hallway, a disregard for such circumscribed beauty being a corollary of an optimistic belief in the possibility of attaining a more visceral, definitive variety of happiness.
We may need to have made an indelible mark on our lives, to have married the wrong person, pursued an unfulfilling career into middle age or lost a loved one before architecture can begin to have any perceptible impact on us, for when we speak of being 'moved' by a building, we allude to a bitter-sweet feeling of contrast between the nobler qualities written into a structure and the sadder wider reality within which we know them to exist. A lump rises in our throat at the sight of beauty from an implicit knowledge that the happiness it hints at is the exception."
Attack of the Killer Bridge
Gabe del Rossi, showing signs of fatigue. Could it be the ride or Marc's endless rants that are having this effect?
Today I did a nice 4 hour ride with Gabe del Rossi through the Avant Pays de Savoie. It didn't start off too well, though, as I ate some serious wood on a slippery bridge halfway out the bike path on the north side of town. It's a path I've taken many times before, only this time it was slicker than I have ever known. Now, I am not one who lays it down much, but this time I was sure happy to be travelling at a slow enough speed to be okay. But man, I ate it pretty well, and good ol' Gabe was there to take the piss out of me when it was clear that both I and my bike were okay. After that, it was pretty smooth sailing. Check out the pics for a firsthand view!!!! The reason I am not in any of them is because I am the one always taking the pictures.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Pics from Training this Winter
Mom and I in the Chartreuse.
Gabriele Del Rossi and Helen Lanoue in the Chartreuse, nearing the Col de Cluses.
Saturday, January 6, 2007
Bike Washin'...
Here's my friend Gabe, giving his bike a little wash in my building. That Pegoretti is like his child. On the ground you can see our washing utensils. That old bike in the picture is my car. I use it to get around town.
Monday, January 1, 2007
THE DAILY WISDOM - New Year's 2007 Edition
"It is not enough to be busy; so are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?"
-Henry David Thoreau
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