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Bike Riding Cat

Trev and I went and hung out by the lake last weekend, and while we were there we saw a bike riding cat. Yeah that's right. I tried to take a picture of him, but apparently it's $10 to take one so he turned away.

The cat had a second bike seat fastened to the bike near the handlebars so it could rest it's paws over the edge of the bars. Apparently he has been doing this for over 10 years. What bothered me more was the fact that the cat had nicer sunglasses than I did.

Warning: Ocean May Contain Water

Let's just give this NYT article the headline it deserves:

Whiners Surprised That Ocean Contains Waves

More Changes

This week is my last week living in Dorchester with Deirdre on Savin Hill Ave (Stab N'Kill Ave) and I am a little sad to go. Deirdre has been awesome, and I really appreciate everything that she has done for me over the last 6 months or so. I'll also miss Dorchester and the steak tips from Venice Pizza

Starting next week, I will be heading out to JP and crashing with Jascha. Should be cool. I stopped by his place yesterday and he has a really nice apt. I realized after I left there that he is a vegeterian (I think). Perhaps I will lay off the steak tips on those nights. Hah.

UPDATE - I don't know where I got the idea that Jascha was a vegeterian. That's just ridiculous. In fact, the first time I met the guy we all got together and had BBQ at Red Bones in Davis Square. Weird.

Hiking at Red Rocks

This weekend we decided to extend our new found enjoyment of going on walks and such to a little light hiking. We found a park nearby that offered some short hiking and views of Shelbune Bay and Lake Champlain.

I had heard about Red Rocks Park from a friend of mine who recently graduated from St. Mike's this past year, and he is an avid outdoorsman so I knew it would be a good spot.

Tara wasn't wearing the right shoes for hiking on the natural paths, so we stuck to the maintained paths, which wind through the majority of the park.

Here is a shot of Shelburne Bay. You can see that although the ice is melting, there is still a lot of it out in the center of the water.

Tara and Trevor ventured into the water for a little splashing around. It didn't go in (don't know why) but it looked like fun.

This weekend we are going to head back and spend some time exploring more of the natural paths and heading out to try to catch a glimpse of Lake Champlain.

Bad Astronaunt Drummer

As heard through the Aversion daily news email I recieve, the Drummer from Bad Astronaut, Derrick Plourde was found dead on Wednesday as the result of a self inflicted gunshot wound.

Derrick formerly played drums for the Ataris as well as Lagwagon before joining Bad Astronaut. A site has been setup in his memory for all of his friends and fans to talk about this fantanstic drummer as well as to start a charity fund (specifics are yet to be determined).

From the 'About Derrick' page

1971 - 2005

Derrick Plourde was born and raised in Goleta/Santa Barbara California. Derrick was an ingenious musician, an innovative drummer, a gifted carpenter and a skilled painter. He coined phrases and nicknames shared among his wide circle of friends, and was appreciated for his offbeat sense of humor. Derrick will be remembered as a son, an uncle, a friend, and most famously as a drummer.

The Musician: To many Derrick will be remembered for his drumming. To those who watched him over the last 20 years he will be remembered as a multi instrumentalist, song writer, teacher, and true musician. To some of us he was beyond any band. Founder of Lagwagon, Bad Astronaut, and member of The Ataris, RKL, Mad Caddies, Jaws, and Threatend Hope, his contribution to punk and rock music was huge. His drumming style raised the bar of punk drumming. Influenced by Bomber of RKL at a young age, Derrick’s tenacity and hardwired need to strive for perfection drove him to one of the genera’s greats. He was an innovator, and his hard work did not go unnoticed. It brought him in standing with the Josh Frese’s and Wackermans early on in his career. Younger drummers like Kid of the Ataris made it their goal to hit his mark. Few have done so but his influence can be heard in thousands of drummers. When I think of Derrick I don’t just hear a drummer, I hear a guitarist and song writer. He wrote man songs that never where recorded, he did not share his lyrics except with close friends. He loved music. He was a fan, a player, and a writer.

The Friend: Derrick has so many friends. His charm and humor drew them in and his tenacity and creativity left them always wanting more. You could never get enough. He was always in high demand. He loved his friends. He was always able to let them know in his own way he loved them, that he respected them, that he needed them. At the core he was loving, loyal, giving, and grateful, and we are so thankful that we had him in our lives.