It's Easter, which means it's time for the nominally religious to show up for church. I'm one of those insufferable self-righteous Christians who attends every week. There's a chance a Cyclelicious reader in the Bay Area might like to check out an Easter Service, so naturally I'm inviting you to my church in San Jose, California. It's the medium size church with a big parking lot on Boynton between Moorepark and Williams. Boynton is parallel to San Tomas Expressway and Saratoga.
I have my bike parking spot, but to be honest I can't tell you if there are bike racks there. If you plan to ride you bike to my church drop me a line and I'll arrange something for you. Sunday School starts at 9:45 a.m.; we generally let out by about 11:30 a.m.
The church is large enough where you can be fairly anonymous if you want to be. The music is excellent. The worship is kind of a modern sedate Pentecostal -- it's a bit more active than your traditional Baptist-type service, but nothing at all like some of the wilder, more exuberant worship services I've attended in Latino and Black churches. In other words, we won't push you backwards as we holler yell incomprehensible phrases in your ear.
Easter is a celebration of the resurrection of Jesus Christ. I'd be thrilled if you could join us! I also extend this invitation to those anti-cycling bloggers I've left comments with regarding Ms. Ferrando's assault in San Francisco, especially to those compassionate conservatives who have published death threats against cyclists like me in response to Michelle Malkin's fair and balanced reporting of events on the Left Coast.
Oh man, I love the exuberant services.
Wishing a happy, reflective, family filled and observant Easter to you and all your Christian readers Fritz.
Happy Easter, I'll be attending a service up here.
Engineers' beer bust
Actually, I was thinking a bunch of buxom ladies who enhanced their mangos with beer.
Balding, middle-aged male engineers, on Prozac and Levitra, trying to live out their wild and crazy juvenile deliquent days they NEVER had when they were actually juveniles NEVER crossed my mind when 'beer' and 'bust' are mentioned in the same breath.
Happy Super Bowl Sunday, people! Suppose you post pix of this said 'beer bust' for the rest of us to make snide comments.
What photos, Paul? This was hypothetical.
I love hypotheticals like that...
Like all the hypothetical drinking I could have done in Taiwan with all of my alleged vendor partners. It didn't happen of course and I certainly did get the nickname "Sake King" while at dinner having sushi. That never happened.
My bad. I started drinking again.