Mega Bottle Ride: The Interweb

Friday, October 10, 2008

The Interweb

The world at one point in time must have seemed infinitely vast. I am sure it must have been hard to imagine life outside of ones hamlet in the 14th century. Today, distance has no more meaning. Connection with people can occur just about anywhere through technology.

Through the Interweb I found an old acquittance: Erin. She used to work in a Bike Shop here in NYC and now occasionally makes a rock star appearance ("hello Bicycle Habitat!") there.

What made the connection nice and noteworthy, is that she seemed good. It is nice to hear someone positive these days.

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From Scott Sunderland. Aussie hardman of the clasics.

"It is not the critic that counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles. Or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement. And at worst, If he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."
— President Theodore Roosevelt, "The Man in the Arena", Paris, 1910