From the monthly archives:

July 2007

Save the trails.

by Joe Doyle on July 28, 2007

Good pal Bill Anderson in Colorado sent me some info about the Forest Service closing 200 miles of singletrack to mountain bikers (including the famed Monarch Crest trail).

But you can help. Please take 30 seconds and fill out an IMBA form here.

A couple thousand responses is enough to make the Forest Service second guess their move. So why not help? If not, these spectacular trails will be gone forever:

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Attn ladies of Chicago…

by Joe Doyle on July 27, 2007

Relax in comfy confines, you deserve it.

Our friend Tiffany just opened a spa on the north shore. You can read about it here.

Tiff’s pretty cool, and I hear The Silken Tent is righteous. All modern and relaxing and girly, to be sure. So stay away, Cacciabondo.

Happy Friday!

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SOX pitch

by Joe Doyle on July 25, 2007

Stalelife Studios recently teamed up with friends at The Creative Underground to pitch the White Sox business. We built a beauty wooden binder, and even developed a kick-ass proposal microsite.

Info started trickling in immediately – 57 agencies picked up on the RFP, including these guys. And them. Not to mention these jerks (great site, BTW). Oh, and them (another great site).

We’re not in the final eight (the SOX let us know we made the top 15), but the agencies mentioned above did make it.

Y’all better do a good job, because we’ll be coming back at ya when that review comes up again.

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28 hours of weird.

by Joe Doyle on July 25, 2007

It’s been a funny ride this past one.

Ups.
Downs.

We all have shit happen to us, so no pity here. But this past day has just been whacked out.

Monday, 8:45pm
Finish watching Le Tour with the Wifey. Vino! What a stage win.
Notice the SOX are tied with the Tigers in the 5th. TiVO, baby.
Hockey awaits.

9:40pm
Almost there, but without crucial socks (damn flip flops). Stop here and buy what they shelve. Ladies athletic socks. Hope nobody notices…

9:45pm
Take new toll road by accident. Great.

10pm
Arrive on Doyle time (1/2 hour late) to play hockey with the 17 year olds. I keep up pretty well and hard efforts feel great. Nice.

Tuesday, 12am
Home, relieve Wifey of her guard duties. Feed kids. Shower.

1am
Ah, recorded garbage. SOX leave 13 men on base. When they do score, it’s off a wild pitch or hit batsman. Pure garbage.

Decent baseball viewing next week.
End of August, too.

4am
Feed kids. Katie takes 2oz. PJ sucks down 3oz and gives me a bunch of smiles.

9am
Bicycle Sport Shop on the line. My Curtlo can’t be tuned, it’s cracked. Feck.

11am
That art guy in Maine emails. Vino! What have you done, Vino! So disappointing. Dopers suck, you know that? Seriously bothered by this.

2pm
First hand view of the Curtlo. Doug is going to rebuild it for me. But I’m without until he does. Triple feck. New color anyone?

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2:30pm
St. Louis of France. Our local parish. Guess who’s got eight hours of kiddie baptism classes coming? Sundays in August and Sept just got ugly.

3:30pm
SOX win! First of a double header. Who even knew they were playing?

4:30pm
Stalelife Studios lands an exciting viral video project for these guys. Choice! Two weeks to concept, produce, create, edit and code.

5pm
Shoot date + Flight costs = No shoot for me. Pisser. Super pisser.

6:30pm
Lloyd and Kir over for pizza. Mmmmm.

6:45pm
SOX losing, Astros losing. Baseball fans freaking out.

7:30pm
Carrying too much I drop a glass. It shatters. I bleed. A lot. All over my favorite polo, too.

7:31pm
Lloyd rushes over. Cracks his beer. Looks at my foot and hand and says “That doesn’t look all that great.” Stacey stops the bleeding. Ah, who needs stitches?

8:45pm
Katie is all smiles for me. I melt. Pain from foot is non-existent at that moment.

9:18pm
Guess where I’m at.