The Race

I raced a race on my bike yesterday. It was called the Hub City Alleycat 2 race. It transpired throughout New Brunswick, NJ, and it was organized by a bunch of guys that just like to ride bikes and happen to live in New Brunswick, which made it, for lack of a better word, pretty punk in the bike race sense of the word. The object of the race, was that everyone entered had to make 5 stops at different places throughout New Brunswick. We had to pick up either a can of food or a flyer (depending on the quantity available) at each stop, collect all of them and then return to the starting point (which was at the top of a 6-story parking garage and no, we couldn’t take the stairs). There was no preset order either, so it was up to each competitor to decide what routes to take and what strategy to use. The area involved in the race included most of the downtown area from Douglass Campus to the College Avenue Campus of Rutgers University. Not to sound pretentious, but I’ve been riding that area on my bike for about 12 years now, so I was looking forward to finally using my street smarts, my knowledge of slopes and my ability to get from Douglass to College Ave. in 4 minutes.
The race began at the very top of the parking garage, and we had to run about 100 feet to get to our bike. I grabbed my bike, started running as fast as possible and did my best 20 mph ninja mount (grabbing seat and bars and jumping to the pedals). The race down the inclines of the deck was amazing. Imagine 25-30 of the most random assortment of people you can imagine (men, women, black, white, asian and of course, someone with dreadlocks) on all walks of bikes, tearing down a somewhat crowded parking garage at 4:30 PM on a Friday afternoon amid a busy college campus, and you get the idea. BMX bikes corner about twice as easily as anything on a 26 inch wheel, so the few of us riding BMX bikes jumped to the front of the pack with ease.
I made the mistake of not pacing myself at the very beginning and pedaled my ass off into the first stop I had chosen; the gazebo in a nearby park I used to play basketball in. It was located close to the starting point and was easily attainable by sprinting out of the garage. After grabbing the first proof of stoppage, we decided on the next stop (a comic book shop/cafe) across the street from a house I used to live in. The route we were taking formed a triangle and allowed for an even mix of uphill and downhill routes, so we weren’t going to kill ourselves anytime soon. After zig-zagging down suburban streets off the beaten path, we had arrived at the second stop, grabbed the proof of stoppage and made way hastily past the hospital, up a small hill and down another which only happened on one side street next to a dollar store that used to be a club in 1992 that I could get into without ID. At this point, I began to lose my two riding partners, making my way past 3 places I used to live in, through the ghetto and over to the Douglass area, past a house where my brother used to live and into the backyard of a Bicycle Library. I had my third stop done and tore down Commercial Avenue towards George St. (And this is where a BMX bike came in handy. Because of our smaller-wheeled handicap, we only had to make 4 stops.) So I pedaled my ass off back through the ghetto of downtown George St., past another place I used to live, past a few houses where friends used to live and past empty spaces where shops that I frequented once existed. By this time, I had made it to the train station, up some spiral stairs that I stumbled down half drunk in the past to my 4th and final proof of stoppage. I was now finish-line bound, further up George St, past College Avenue Campus where I once had classes a plenty and through the parking lot where my mom used to park when she worked at the College Ave. Campus Post Office. Finally, I had arrived at the parking deck, in no shape to pedal up 6-stories of incline. Another rider appeared on a 24-speed and quickly passed me. I caught him at the third level, but couldn’t keep my pace up. He quickly made his way ahead of me. I turned around behind, and noticed no one behind me, so I sat down and enjoyed a slow ride for two levels, trying with all vigor to regain my breath. It was nowhere to be found, so I said, “Fuck it!” and pedaled as hard as I could. When I reached the finish line, the few people there were clapping. I had placed 6th overall with a time of 23 minutes, 4 minutes behind the guy in first place.
At this point, I was much too wound up to sit down and regain composure, so I paced back and forth on my bike til my breath slowed, and then sat down. And I began to think; in 23 minutes, I had ridden a triangle around the location of some major events that have transpired in my life within the past 12 years. Going into this race, I was probably over self-confident in my knowledge of the streets we would be using. But by the end, it was easy for me to realize that these streets I was tearing down had as much knowledge of me as I did of them.
I think this is one of those special relationships with places that only people on bikes can relate to. And by that, I mean, people that pedal the streets everyday, not just grinding a ledge or riding a wallride. I mean, real gritty pedaling, whether that’s for getting to work or getting to the liquor store; the kind of pedaling that makes you realize where your true home might just actually exist….

Two Things

The battle of conservation vs. consumerism

I’ve made some small changes lately concerning conservation. First and foremost are plastic water bottles. Yes, the kind we all use (usually just once and then throw away). As it turns out (like I needed someone to tell me), this is bad. Plastic doesn’t biodegrade back into the Earth. It sits around, ever so slowly deteriorating, and gets to watch us and nature either e- or de- volve, depending on your perspective. There’s a moral dilemma here, because if one takes a conservative route and decides to re-use these plastic bottles, they are essentially drinking water along with the plastic that makes up the bottle. Yes, the bottle’s construction and chemical makeup is slowly deteriorating after being open, so you’re doing the Earth a favor by re-using the bottle, but there’s not enough scientific evidence yet to decide what plastic intake can do to the human body. I’m assuming plastic intake can’t be good for the body, right? These one-time only use plastic bottles take up a lot of space in the world’s landfills, so if possible, it’s best to avoid them altogether.
The solution, or best bet so far that I’ve been told, is a high density plastic water bottle that can be re-used often, is constructed of recycled plastic and doesn’t chemically break down over time. Yeah, they’re a little pricey, but it’s a small price to pay for a plastic-free body, so I’ve been bringing one with me on excursions and drinking water whenever it feels right.
The first problem arose the other night when I ventured out to see a band at a club in Brooklyn. The door guy asked to search my bag, did so and asked me to remove my water bottle and dump out the contents in front of the club, stating that outside beverages are not allowed into the club. I told him that the outside beverage would not be drank inside the club, that I intended to drink beer inside his club and then went into my plastic bottle spiel. His reply was that if I drank out of my own water bottle inside the club, that I was in fact taking money away from the club, because usually, had I not had my own water bottle, I would purchase a one-time only use plastic bottle of water inside the club for $2.00. I stated that it wasn’t about the money, and though it sounds dumb, that it was about a small change I was trying to make for the better of myself and the Earth. The doorman stood in front of a dirty club in a gentrified section of Brooklyn, thanked me for the ethical argument and told me that if I in fact was caught drinking from my own water bottle inside the club, that I would be ejected and not allowed back in.
It was a lofty battle for a bottle of water, and it made me realize that the entire act of conservation is a moot point when there’s money to be made off of being wasteful, unless people can figure out ways to make money off of being conservative, which is how I got to this argument in the first place (by reading about the damage of plastic water bottles in a book I bought and purchasing a water bottle made of recycled plastic). Once again, either way you’re fucked…..

Quick Chek, Potato Chips and Close Calls with Toothpaste Fights

Last night, after riding my bike, I decided to stop at my local Quick Check and purchase a bag of Wise Lightly Salted Potato Chips. They’re two bags for $2.00, so I grabbed two bags, a poppy seed bagel and made my way to the counter. It was slightly after 11:30 PM at this point, and the man that works the graveyard shift is, well, not the happiest guy in the world. I usually empathize with his grumpy mood and try not to push his buttons too much and vice versa, but he had in fact already pissed off the person in front of me with his grumpiness, unwillingness to answer consumer questions and lack or cordiality. He had in fact refused to sell the person in front of me a pack of Dutch’s. (I think they’re cigars that most people hollow out and smoke weed with, but since I’m not the weed smoking type, I can’t really tell you.) You need to be 18 or over to purchase Dutch’s, and this man had no ID. An argument ensued, one that our Quick Chek friend had no interest in partaking in, so he simply stood there and ingested berated racial slurs from someone that wasn’t getting high anytime soon. This person was also purchasing a tube of toothpaste and a bottle of Sprite. He continually said over and over “Look, if you don’t like your job, get out of here!” which was followed by, “That’s all I got to say to you!”
The problem was, he said these two phrases in succession three times each. I started to smile, realizing the irony of it all. He turned around, saw me smirking and asked what was so funny, so I told him.
“You’ve ended your sentence with “That’s all I got to say to you!” and then you said it two more times. It’s slightly ironic, don’t you think?”
His reply was not. “I ought to slap you upside the head with this fucking toothpaste if you don’t shut up bitch!”
I shut up, he left, I paid for my items, went home, ate my chips and watched TV. When all that ended, I brushed my teeth and went to bed. The toothpaste made its way into my mouth and not, in fact, upside my head….

Speak Up for Honesty!

I’ve been shopping around for a set of modular speakers that would work with both my computer and iPod for a few weeks now. I wanted a set that was pretty loud but wouldn’t break my bank account. At first, Long I thought I was going to be paying close to $200.00 for those sound stick things that are cleverly designed to go along with Mac products, but I narrowed the search REORGadon down by limiting myself to only spending around $100.00. This sum really didn’t offer up too many choices, cheap nfl jerseys and when I finally did decide b?m to go with Altec Lansing speakers at Best Buy for around $99.00, I figured, “Hmm, let me go check out Target. I need a new sweatshirt anyway.” Турнир They did indeed have some Altec Lansings, but the model they carried was the slightly quieter set than the $100.00 set I had formerly decided to purchase, Ch-ch-ch-Chia! and the price greatly reflected that newfound quietness (only $60.00.)
Of course, thrift caught the best of me and I went with the cheap jerseys cheaper set. (It doesn’t take The a genius to figure out that I’m cheap.) I purchased the speakers, a new printer and that sweatshirt that I mentioned earlier and got the hell out of Target Greatland. The time was nearing 5:30 PM. It was now rush hour in the suburbs of NJ.
So I waited my turn and pulled out into the gridlock traffic stuck near I-287. I was now on Stelton Rd., and I needed to circumvent the entrances and exits to I-287 to return home, wholesale nba jerseys which is always troublesome in either morning or afternoon rush hour. So I waited. I turned the V?rldsarvets radio up a few notches and waited patiently amid the traffic.
Then I noticed a kid, who had to be in his late teens or early 20’s, riding shotgun in a late 80’s Chevy Astro Van next to me. And he was motioning for me to roll my window down; so I did.
He spoke quickly and too soft for me to hear him, so I asked him to repeat himself. And he shouted, “Do you want to buy some speakers?” from Here were two young kids, riding along in a shitty, rusted Astro van, trying to sell speakers in mid-afternoon traffic on a highway overpass. It was an amazingly ironic proposal, one that 2010 I might’ve thought long and hard over had I not just purchased new speakers barely 20 minutes prior to the encounter.
And of course, for what will probably be the only time in my life that I have an honest answer for someone peddling money from cheap nfl jerseys me, I told him “Sorry, I don’t need any. I just bought new ones” (which were now riding shotgun in the truck that I was driving). cheap jerseys And I motioned with my finger down at the box riding along next to me.
He murmured, “Yeah right,” and rolled up his window, lurching along in the stop and go traffic of Stelton Rd. I couldn’t believe my luck.
How many times in my life have cheap nfl jerseys I told people begging for change that I didn’t have any change? At least 500 times, at least.
And how many times have I told people asking wholesale mlb jerseys for donations that I had already donated? At least as many, at least.
And now, how many times have I turned wholesale nfl jerseys down the chance to buy possibly stolen goods in mid-afternoon traffic? Well, only once, but I was at least completely honest about the circumstances, even if the purported sellers didn’t believe me.
I returned home shortly after and arranged the new speakers around my computer. Left And they work beautifully. Sure, I missed out on the irony and intrigue of purchasing what were most likely hot speakers out of the back of an ’86 Astro Van, but at least I had a concrete excuse as to why. Perhaps for the first time in my life…

The Wallet

Walking home from the train station last week, I found a wallet. It contained ID, a Social Security card, an ATM card, some credit cards and a bank debit card. And it had no money in it. I pocketed it and decided to try to return it. And when I got home, I placed the wallet in an envelope and addressed it to the address found on the person’s ID.
Then I stopped for long moment. I began to think, “Hmm, what if this guy lost this wallet and it had money in it? And now he’s going to get it back from someone Lies, (who is honestly only trying to spare them of the extra worry and added misery of getting new credit cards, ID, etc). Is he going to assume that I took his money, but that I didn’t want to be a total dick, so I returned the ID, credit cards and Social Security card?” I tried to imagine what I would do had I found the wallet with money in it. Ten years ago, I would’ve pocketed the cash, bought pizza for all my roommates Ch-ch-ch-Chia! and thrown the wallet down the sewer. Five years ago, I would’ve pocketed the cash, and returned the wallet anonymously (probably by finding the person’s house and dropping it in the mailbox or giving it to the police). But now, at an ethically utilitarian point in my life (and not in a boastful sorta way so don’t read it that way), I was proud to note that I would’ve returned the wallet full bore, money included, with no strings attached. The rationale for this is simple: I’ve come to realize that I should treat people the way I would want to be treated, or that I should treat people even better than the way I would want to be treated. And the reason I’ve come to act this way is karma (the force Plate generated by a person’s actions held in Hinduism and Buddhism to perpetuate transmigration and in its ethical consequences to determine the nature of the person’s next existence).
No, I’m not getting all religious, so relax. In laymen’s terms, karma cheap nba jerseys means that any dick moves you make in life will come back to you and make your own life suffer. And I’ve witnessed it physically manifest itself way too many times for it to just be a crazy Hindu/Buddhist idea.
So I decided to return the wallet, regardless of the consequences. And the process was an enduring one. There I was standing above a 3×5 envelope debating how to address it, whether or not I should put a return address and what type of note I should write. Had I not included a return address, the person would definitely assume that the person anonymously returning the wallet had stolen money from them. But Winded if I included the return address, and the person did in fact have money stolen out of the wallet, the person could then locate me and try to come beat the living shit and accompanying lost money out of me. So I stuck, then unstuck and then re-stuck a return address sticker on the envelope. I decided that if the person did in fact come looking for me, that I could reasonably tell them the circumstances under which I found the wallet and that all would work itself out. Fingers crossed.
I then debated over the casual note attached within side the envelope, which finally ended up reading “Hi, I found this on the way home from the train station near the front of my house. It has some important stuff in it, so I wholesale nfl jerseys wholesale mlb jerseys figured you might appreciate getting it back. Take care, Brian” (Not too official but not too casual. Explanatory without sounding criminal, yet abstract enough to not say “Don’t blame me. There wasn’t any money in it when I found it,” which actually would’ve made me sound more guilty of stealing money that wasn’t there in the first place). $1.06 later, it was off in the mail one town over to someone I was hoping would not become vindictive towards me.
Saturday morning arrived. I was supposed to be getting dressed for a wedding when Sub I heard a knock on the front door. There I stood in a sweater vest with dress shirt, Tasche tie and boxer shorts, opening the door half-expecting it to be one 10 of my friends, when a tall, African-American man says in a deep voice, “Is Brian there?”
“Yeah, I’m him,” I say. And cheap nfl jerseys the man turns to the side, and reaches into his pocket. I automatically assume it’s the wallet guy coming to beat me up for stealing from him, when he hands me a bottle of Courvoisier, a French cognac first made popular wholesale jerseys by Napoleon, followed cheap nfl jerseys then by Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg. He begins to walk away from the porch and says, “That’s for the wallet man.”
I stop Willa him and say, “I can’t take de this,” though I am visibly shaken by the encounter, once again, half-expecting him to pound me into something resembling a wet prune on the front porch of the house.
He asks, “Why?”
And I replied, “Well, I would hope to get the same treatment had my wallet been stolen. It’s no big deal really.” In retrospect, I should’ve said something about Ice Cube having a hissy fit had he discovered that I (the whitest of white men) was drinking Courvoisier, but in times of distress, my humor button doesn’t function too well. So I forced the bottle back onto him and pointed him to where I approximately found the wallet.
He remarked that it was proximate to his friend’s house down the street, but not sure how it traveled up the street. And I wanted to speculate that it was probably neighborhood kids acting how I would’ve ten years ago, cheap jerseys but I let it rest and bid him farewell. He drove away and I breathed deep, relaxing over how easy the altercation had transpired.
I was too busy worrying over needless details, forgetting the fact that not all Rush people automatically think the worst possible thoughts about other humans. Some of us can still be thankful for benevolently avoiding lines at the DMV, not having to cancel credit cards and not having to register for new Social Security cards, even if they do think that honest people wishing to avoid karmic backlash drink French cognac. I mean, honestly, aside from gangsta rappers, who drinks that shit anymore?


What happened America? After four years of vast politicization by almost every strata of wholesale NFL jerseys American society, review we’re right back where we started, only now, the victor was (apparently) rightfully elected.
After four years of political blow back, lies told by the president unto an unknowing public plus innocent deaths caused by an wholesale mlb jerseys unnecessary war, we’re now worse off than we were wholesale mlb jerseys before George W. Bush stole the 2000 elections.
I’d like to think that Americans Front as a whole aren’t stupid, but it’s taking a lot of restraint to not post the cheap nfl jerseys “Fuck All Bush-loving Dumb Fuck Americans!” sign in my front yard. The truth is cheap NFL jerseys (I assume at least) not that Americans are dumb, but that the undecided and the actual decided Bush-voters got sucked into an ingenious marketing scheme. They were told by the mass media that they needed something, given erroneous facts of why they needed it (including terrorist scare tactics) and then told that it would save them money and possibly get them into Heaven in the long run.
Why do you think at least 1 in 10 people reading this has bought someone a Chia-Pet for Christmas? Because of marketing! We’ve been duped into believing we need to be benevolent towards everyone we know at Christmas. We’re then marketed ridiculous crap on television to fulfill such a need and thrust into giant pits of concentrated consumer market research to purchase said ridiculous crap. I know I’ve done it on more than one occasion.
The thing is, the Chia-Pet recipients never seemed better off after the fact. Wizard I’ve felt the feigned thankfulness towards me. And I’m pretty sure that the recipient wondered what the hell they were supposed to do now, before throwing the piece of junk Chia-Pet out of sight and into the closet; which is exactly Streamline what I presume most people that voted for Bush are now doing, putting their 6-month political brigades in the closet and wondering what the hell they’re supposed to do now…..
Bush voters fell prey to good marketing; a wholesale NFL jerseys nice pre-packaged product that promises a Gold better life for less money with unadulterated protection from all evil in the world, which off the cusp, does sound pretty damn good. The PR firms behind Bush did an extravagant job of pushing any poor product reviews to the wayside and stupefying any legitimate ant-Bush discourse, before waging an all-out “Repeat something often enough and people will start to believe it” war against the everyday average minds of American society. From a psychological point of view, it’s a pretty smart tactic to use to sell tacos and soda and candy and bikes and skateboards. From a ?wiadomo?ci political point of view though, it’s outright terrifying. Last time I checked, democracy and psychological manipulation were not supposed to be partners in crime.
Hate is a strong word; one that takes enduring energy to burn bright. Forgiveness is wholesale jerseys much more efficient. Therefore, I find it easier to forgive the approximate one-half of this country which believes that the morals outlined in the bible are more important than taking steps to end the war in Iraq, or insuring that every person in America receives healthcare, or simply just being told the truth. I forgive you bible belt; it’s what the good book would want anyway. And I forgive you North Dakota, though, despite what George Bush would have you believe, you are not the focus of the terrorists.
I don’t hate Eclectic 1/2 the country because of their democratic opinions, but I AM bitter. I’m bitter that Bush’s 1/2 of America is content to let the current state of affairs in the U.S. erroneously harm our own economy, wage needless wars and destroy the environment, among other things, (and I don’t see that bitterness waning anytime soon). Or maybe I’m bitter because 1/2 of America doesn’t want to change; wholesale MLB jerseys they just want their nice animal figurines complete with live herbs that simulate the fur or hair of the particular animal on their window sill, without worry or concern at least til another one comes along next Christmas….. Well, they got what they wished for; more useless crap. Ch-ch-ch-chia!

POSTSCRIPT: Bush made book authors out of more anti-Bush supporters than any other president in presidential history. There are volumes upon volumes upon more volumes of anti-Bush literature. Most of it is factual and Winded not just subjective rants against Bush’s character, though there are more than a few of those. The reason I bring up this point is that I believe that if more people would have taken the time to search out and read wholesale NFL jerseys more non-mass media based accounts of the Bush presidency, that we might have actually made a bigger difference yesterday and effected the change we all so ardently hoped for, well, at least the change 48% of us hoped for…..

Long Winded Name

PRAGMATIC APPROACHES TO HOLIDAYS IN ADULTHOOD (The Ironic Manifestation of the 7 Deadly But Often Celebrated Sins)

New Year’s Eve: An unadulterated excuse to get drunk, make out with your neighbor and praise yourself for making it through another holiday season intact. One last party for the year before everyone goes back to being boring, work-minded and robotic til at was least the middle of March. (Read as Gluttony, along with Lust, Anger, Greed, Sloth, Envy and Pride, depending on what you’re drinking and how it affects you.)

Martin Luther King Jr. Birthday: January’s own private fuck to remind you that, even though деликатесов. you have a 3-day weekend, you still can’t do anything fun cause it’s too damn cold to go outside to actually do anything worthwhile. Why else would a warm state like Arizona not want to celebrate this holiday? (Read as Sloth, cause even though the weather sucks, you do still get a day off of work.)

Groundhog Day: Absolutely no provisional value in regards to sinning, unless you happen to meet someone, tell them that you rule, proceed to eat too much food and get drunk with them and then engage in a casual one-night-stand, all coincidentally on Groundhog Day. (Which you would then read as Pride, Gluttony, and Lust.)

Valentine’s Day: The only day of the year in which Lust is encouraged under the guise of ‘Love.’ Loving someone does not inherently mean that you desire to see this person cheap mlb jerseys in red satin lingerie, but Lust sure does. (Read as Lust, and if lingerie is purchased but the assumed following sex is not fulfilled, read as Anger.)

President’s Day: What once used to be separate holidays for past presidents such as Washington and Lincoln, has now been conveniently consolidated into one for the sake of less time away from work. (Read as Anger, because this consolidation act, which was designed to simplify the yearly calendar of holidays, isn’t fair to anyone that lost the extra day off.)

St. Patrick’s Day: You made it through the winter. Drink too much beer and tell everyone that you’re Irish because one of your great-grandparents may have visited there once. (Read as Envy if you’re not actually Irish, Gluttony for the excess drink and Anger after the excess drink kicks in.)

Easter: Since Easter always falls on a Sunday, there is no value in it as an instrument of work avoidance. (For the kids, we’ll call it Gluttony, since they’re encouraged to engorge on excess candy and hard-boiled eggs, which makes perfect sense by the way….)

Memorial Day: The unofficial beginning of Summer, neatly packed in a 3-day weekend. Since it’s not overly celebratory and not ritualistic, Memorial Day may in fact be the most innocent holiday of the year. Eat food, drink beer and possibly engage in sexual activity: the sin is up to the sinner. (Read as Not Much Really, which is not a deadly sin but I’m out of ammo against Memorial Day as I have spent the last two Memorial Days cleaning world! out my basement, and the most sinful result of such behavior has only been the death of a few random spiders.)

Fourth of July: A lazy sometimes mid-week holiday in the height of summer, with the chance to eat more, drink more and be lazy. (Read as the Holiday Standard of Sloth and Gluttony, but add Pride as everyone and their mother blows themselves up while praising the birth of a nation.)

Columbus Day: Another 3-day weekend for some guy that supposedly discovered America. No significant meaning in the present day and age, but oh what a glorious ride to take down Nostalgia Lane’s path of Greed. The chance to celebrate stolen land, wealth and resources from the indigenous peoples of the Americas, along with their subsequent extermination on behalf of various European-borne diseases. (Read as Greed, on behalf of Christopher Columbus and any other explorer that came along and enslaved Native populations in the pursuit of material riches. And they even did this in the name of Christianity! Isn’t Jesus grand!)

Halloween: An excuse for women to wear thigh-high stockings and/or dress like hookers, and the chance for men to dress up as ugly half-ass women. (Read as Lust, and if drinking or partying is involved, add gluttony as well.)

Election Day: 15 minutes away from work with a substantiated excuse. (Read as Sloth.)

Thanksgiving: Aside from the wholesale jerseys bonus 4-day weekend, Thanksgiving is one of two occasions throughout the year in which gluttony is encouraged (Christmas being the other). Though I don’t know if any would be gluttons in Fat America need the added holiday encouragement. Thanksgiving is also the first post-summer test of the year to decide whether or not your family is still crazy, which wholesale jerseys China never changes by the way. (Read as Gluttony, and after the family is added, heaping doses of Anger.)

Christmas: It really depends on the day Christmas falls on to decide what meaning Christmas takes each year. If it’s A a Tuesday or Wednesday, you’re fucked, cause there’s no way you’re going to get that day off from work plus cheap jerseys the rest of the week. And if it’s on a Saturday or Sunday, you’re even more fucked, cause you won’t even have the chance to get off any weekday work days. Ideally, Thursday is the best day for Christmas to fall on, as it allows the cheap jerseys celebrator access to the longest weekend within reason for middle management to grapple with. (Read as Greed, because we all know that the only thing Christmas after the age of 13 means is days off from actually doing anything work related. Actually, after the family is added, read as Anger as well.)


Pride is excessive belief in one’s own abilities, that interferes wholesale nfl jerseys with the individual’s recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity.

Envy is the desire for others’ Bem-Vindos! traits, status, abilities, or situation.

Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.

Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body.

Anger is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for cheap mlb jerseys fury. It is also known as Wrath.

Greed is the desire for material Courtois wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness.

Sloth is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.