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October
2003
LETTER FROM THE EDITOR:
Sometimes I wonder why
we do the things we do. Why the fuck
would anyone punish themselves like we do.
100 miles in the rain? What’s the
point? 12 hour adventure races? That sucks!
There are lost of people that do these things but there are few who love
it as much as TIN does. We really do
love it! I don’t train to race I train to train. I never really raced anything until this year anyway; racing just
gives me a good reason to stop drinking (although it hasn’t worked yet!). My goals in life are to do what I enjoy,
some people ask me what I’m going to do after college and I always reply with
confidence that I want to do what I’m doing now, except with more time to do it
with school out of the way. So what if
I’m satisfied hauling boards in the afternoon so I can ride my bike all morning
or ski all winter, I’m perfectly happy with that lifestyle. I’m such a tight fuck I have a hard time
spending the money I earn now let alone the 15k I’ll get working part time in
the climbing gym. The point being that
some people are just crazy like me and give a fuck about owning a house or
driving a Mercedes. The first annual
Ride for Intensity represents this commitment.
The first ride started out as the Intense 85 but midway through the ride
it was decided to extend the commitment to 100 miles. Barring any life ending injuries the ride for Intensity will
continue for years to come to show TIN’s commitment to the intense lifestyle.
NEWS:James Lapokta gets stopped cold (or maybe hot!) at Devils Tower!!Recently James and a friend made the 12-hour trek to Devils Tower National Monument to ascend “Durrance.” James and comrade arrived at the base of the climb at 7am (ignoring the warning of Rhoads to get on way earlier or else) to discover four groups of three guided clients ahead of them. After waiting around for several for the gumbys to ascend the route James found himself trapped at the top of the first pitch directly in the sun and surrounded by rock that was too hot to touch. In defeat they rappelled off to face the mountain another day. QUOTES:“Of course I hit her!”Neighbor of the TIN offices, with a Middle Eastern accent, to hot blond cop at 11:30pm, as he is pinned down on TIN’s driveway for allegedly hitting his wife. The neighbor claimed that where he came from this was perfectly ok. “Fucking jack-ass”Nick Rhoads to Frank Dierking as Slumlord Shaun exited the building after handing them their full security deposit checks. “You’re a masochist!”Random classmate to Nick Rhoads after he overheard Nick telling a friend he was going to ride 85 miles in the rain. “It’s what beer drinkers drink when they’re not drinking beer.”James Lapokta to Kurt Smith (famous climber) who was drinking Micholoeb Ultra.
“It’s the anti-beer!”Nick Rhoads to Kurt Smith on his Ultra drinkin’
RIDE FOR FUCKING INTENSITY!!!I awoke at 7am on Saturday September 13th with a slight pounding in the left temple and only a slight recollection of the events of the night before. I realized that in two hours I was due to lead a ride for 85 miles through southern Wisconsin; “I must begin the coffee,” I mumbled to my self. I stumbled out of bed and gave a peak out by bedroom window. Outside I saw a horrid sight; absolutely pouring rain. The word “fuck” crossed my mind. I sent frank a text message to make sure he had remembered to wake up and made my breakfast. His reply came moments later; “Dude, have I got a story for you” it said. By 8:40 I had mounted my bike and headed for the Arb Bridge to meet my fellow “intense” riders. At 9:15 Frank showed up, thoroughly hung over and extremely over-hydrated from massive amounts of stimulant. I pressed him for the skinny on the night before. He informed me that he had attended a local house party and then woke up in a strange woman’s bed at 7am. “Sweet” I replied. Then the epic began. From the Arb we headed for New Glarus talking major trash the whole way about all the people that didn’t show up. The rain never ceased. In New Glarus we stopped for a power bar and then sucked it up for the spin to Blanchardville. The stop in Blanchardville required more caffeine. We slogged into the local gas station, looking like drowned rats and dropping every redneck jaw in the place. No words were exchanged but every look I got seemed to say “What the fuck??” We loaded up on half vanilla cappuccino and half regular coffee and then jumped back on the bikes for Mt. Horeb. The rain never ceased. Soon I was experienced some sort of euphoria, my head was light and all I felt was a slight burn in my legs and complete indifference to the entire world. It was at this point that I made a historic decision; “Frank!” I yelled, “I’ve made a decision! Were making this the Intense 100!” “Cool” he replied and our fates were sealed. In Mt. Horeb we explored the only natural co-op with in 50 miles and bought yogurt-covered peanuts, excellent choice! We turned north for the quick decent to Black Earth. There is nothing like rolling on mile 65, going 45 mph, downhill, in the pouring rain, with no helmets. It was a life altering experience and I loved every second. In Black Earth we headed east for Cross Plains on the way back to Madison. At this point I was fucked up, my brain was light and my vision fuzzy. Slowing down was futile, letting the cold take hold was not an option, thus we moved on. Coming into Madison I realized I was 5 miles short of 100. This was unacceptable and pedaled past the dry and heated TIN offices for a victory lap around the capital. Once again I got crazy looks from all the fat ass badger fans waddling down State Street, but no matter, there’re fat! Fuck em’! I arrived back at the TIN offices with 100.32 miles in 5 hours 40 minutes, completely soaked, and with a story to tell. Due to the success of the first Intense 100 we vowed to do 100 miles every weekend possible for the rest of the fall and looked forward to the 2004 event. RANTS:Slumin’ it!What the fuck is with these slumlords? TIN’s previous jackass tried to strip us our security deposit and it seems as if this is the guy’s gig! He waits it out assuming that busy former tents will just give up and he can keep the money. Well, he fucked with the wrong dudes. After past due dates I personally sent the fucker a certified letter informing that he better fork the cash over or face my attorney. The day he received the letter he franticly called all of us to distribute our checks. Sucka! Anyway, I learned some things from this experience that may be of service to all of you out there dealing with these fucks. By law a landlord MUST return your deposit and a checklist with any deductions within 21 days after you move out. If they fail to do this they complete lose ANY right to ANY portion of your security deposit, even if you fucked the shit out of the place. After sending a letter requesting the deposit back and the lord doesn’t respond you can sue for up to three times the deposit plus reasonable court and attorney fees. This is relevant to Madison but these types of laws might exist else ware. Someday I’m going to own a house and I’m gonna let whoever live there without a contract so we don’t have to deal with this shit. In conclusion, don’t let slumlord abuse your rights because the more you let it be the more they think they can get away with it. Fucks. For more info you can check out Tenant Resources located at 1202 Williamson St. or their website at http://trc.studentorg.wisc.edu.
By:
Willy V.
People
using Person 2 Person (P2P) network connections, such as KazaA and Morpheus,
have come under scrutiny recently with 261 people in the USA being fined for
sharing files. Files include movies, software and music. The RIAA, (Recording
Industry Association of America) has taken to suing individuals instead of the
P2P suppliers themselves. The fine for having a downloaded, copyrighted file
ranges from $750 – $150,000 per file. I don’t know about you, but I have way
over 3000 files on my computer right now!!! Fuck!!! $150000 * 3000 =
$450000000.00.
Well, I don’t have four hundred fifty million dollars to cover that, so I guess I should just erase my hard drive, right??? Not necessarily, apparently the RIAA are only suing people who share files (or that’s what they are saying) they aren’t stopping those who download. I use KazaA Lite, which is free from spyware and it also gives you an option to “disable sharing with other users”. Is this going to keep me safe…? I don’t know. But I do know that if I am found out that I am not going down without a fight!!!
This
spyware shit they use can’t be legal. Why is it ok for them to deny our privacy
and put programs on our computers that we don’t want, and can incriminate us
for a crime? The other thing is that most internet service providers need to
sell you out to the RIAA. The RIAA only can find your IP address and they need
to know your computer to find you, so they need to con it out of your ISP. Is
no business transaction sacred anymore???
Let’s
look at this from the artist’s point of view. As a music artist you sign a
record deal and you see very little money from record sales. You make most of
your money on tours and through endorsements (if you’re fortunate enough to get
them). So what do you care if people are sharing your music… in fact the
increased publicity makes concerts sell out faster and you sell more t-shirts
and other merchandise at your shows. (The artists make money and are happy)
Let’s
look at this from the Big Record Company point of view. I will use Sony as an
example. Sony manufactures CD burners, Computers, Movie production companies
and all sorts of other multimedia facets. If you the consumer want to burn your
own cd’s then you need to purchase a $1000 computer and the necessary programs
and blank cd’s. They are still making money. Perhaps it’s not as much as it
would be from record sales, but they have all those other aspects to their
business and I think they will survive.
The
small record company gets to have free advertising for their artists and again
will see increased record sales for bands that would not get the promotion that
a large record company can give. The bands also make more cash because more
people will be rushing to their shows and buying merchandise.
It
looks to me that everyone sort of compromises and that this paradigm in music
media works. I’m not a big believer in socialism but I think something can be
made available for cheaper, (free in this case) then go for it.
I
have seen some of these commercials about the recording industry being hurt by
people who download. Well… if you buy that load of shit, check out this web
page to see what your favorite actor “Beniffer” made on some of his last
movies. http://members.fortunecity.com/benandjen/bensalary.html
If
that jerk off can make that much cash doing what he does, then I don’t think I
want anything to do with those fat cat fucks anyway. CUT HIS FUCKIN NUTS OFF… I
mean… CUT HIS SALARY IN HALF!!!! That should cover all the coffee getters and
camera operators’ salaries. Problem solved.
This
rant has hardly scratched the surface of this issue. Check out the following
web pages for more info on the RIAA and file sharing. Educate yourself. Keep
Downloading and if you get caught, don’t go down without a fight. There are
over 4 million of us on line everyday and those that aren’t on line really
don’t give a fuck what we do. Let’s rally together!!!!
http://www.eff.org/IP/P2P/howto-notgetsued.php
http://www.techtv.com/news/culture/story/0,24195,3484600,00.html
Just fucking Du it!TIN has been at it again! Local TIN editor Nick Rhoads participated in the Edgerton “AppleFest” duathalon on September 27, 2003! The course consisted of 2.5k run followed by 25k bike and another 5k run with a little wind mixed in the middle! As the mass start crossed the start line Rhoads found himself in third place behind a local pro and fellow UW tri team member John N. After slowing up a bit and getting passed by two other athletes Rhoads huffed and puffed into the transition area in precisely 9 minutes 15 seconds. Then it was time for the bike. It began well enough for Rhoads but soon he found himself knee deep in chilly Wisconsin westerly wind and getting passed like a nerdy kid in the high school lunch line. Rhoads battled with John N. for several miles but finally broke away with two miles to go and came into the transition area in 43 minutes 40 seconds. Back on the running shoes Rhoads pounded the pavement to find John N. passing him with 3k to go! (Fuck!) Finally in the last 100 yards Rhoads dug deep and in blaze of pain passed John N. into 6th place with a time of 1:13:31. CONTRABUTIONS:
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