Mitchum, I think we need to talk.


I sweat. A lot. I ride between 4 and 10 miles a day on the bike. I wear a heavy chef's jacket and hat all day at work. I make pizzas all day in front of 525 degree oven and serve food off a hot bar with a heat lamp for 8 hours. I'm on my feet, moving around, picking things up, putting them down, rolling out dough... I get wet [but not like WK].

I used to have two or three deodorants because I stank if I didn't cake it on. I had one at home, one in the car and one in my desk at work. Even if I got just a little bit hot, my pits would start to get ripe after a few hours. Since giving up the meat, dairy and eggs I haven't smelled stinky at all. I don't need deodorant anymore. I don't use it. I haven't used in a week. I'm amazed, frankly. I know that sounds like some holistic hippie bullshit, but it's the stone fucking truth, friends. The one downside is that I feel some minor separation anxiety because I've used Mitchum Unscented Gel for over ten years now and I suddenly I no longer need it. It's pretty great, especially since deodorant is expensive.


this picture is for you, bam.

Tonight riding home, I'm stopped at the light at Ross and Matilda. My headlight is set on flash because it makes me more noticeable to motorists and it doubles the battery life. This sort of scruffy looking dude in his thirties is walking across the street.

Dude [texas accent]: Hey man, I like that strobe light.
Me: Thanks, it keeps me from getting run over.
Dude: Yeah, it looks like disco music, man.
Me: [pause] Uh, thanks.

He then walks across the street to use the payphone.
- posted by Mason @ 11:34 PM