First Post!

OK, I am gong to be a really bad blogger. I know it already.

One of the reasons I started this was because I had the great idea to document the things I smell on my commutes (by bicycle) to work. Thursday June 19th, 2008 it was garbage. Stinking, hot garbage. It was really awful. So awful I said "I am going to start a blog about it!" Well, Here you go.

Then I thought, I don't only smell bad things. The previous day, Wednesday the 18th, I smell Danisheseses... There is a large, industrial bakery in West Oakland, Svenhards and the scent is powerful. A bit too much, I think. It sort of makes you feel like you ate 10 pastries. It also smells like laundry over there. Not Snuggle and Tide, but industrial laundry. Which never actually smells clean, just not so dirty.

So, what finally brought me out to actually post? On this morning's ride I smelled another really foul smell. It was similar to the garbage of last week - but more fishy. And then it morphed into more dead that fishy and just down right rotten. The truck that passed me, emitting these fumes was a work truck of some type, but not a garbage truck. When it stopped at a light, I held my breath and zipped by to see what it was. The sign on the door said "San Jose Tallow". Well, there you go. I now know what smells the worst of all the worst in the whole wide world - tallow. It was real, real awful.

There are a couple of things funny about this - funny coincidences that is. Nothing I say is actually funny funny.

1. My wife has been saying she is not sure she can eat meat any more because she cannot handle the thought of it formerly being alive, having a face, etc. I know how she feels. We are big time softies about furry things. Now, having smelled some of the byproducts of our carnivorous habits, I am even more inclined to *think* about being a vegetarian. I won't though. She won't either.

2. I was joking the other night about a new lip balm I used that was all natch-rull and how greasy it was. I said it was just pure sheep tallow pressed in a tube. Well, that is a stupid joke now - not funny because tallow stinks (see above).

OK, enough gross stuff.

More stuff later. Won't be entertaining, mind you.