Powder Coat vs. Wet Paint...

Andy- Black is just black. Hell, parts of my steel mudguards are
touched up with black magic marker. Looks fine. BRBR

A black magic marker is an essential part of any decent bike shop's tool kit.

Peter Chisholm
Vecchio's Bicicletteria
1833 Pearl St.
Boulder, CO, 80302
(303)440-3535
http://www.vecchios.com
"Ruote convenzionali costruite eccezionalmente bene"

(Adam Rush) wrote in message . com...
In a way, it reminds me of a day when I happened to listen
to an internal medicine specialist and a neurosurgeon talking
about coumadin.

The internist wanted a program to track coumadin dosages,
since this blood-thinning drug is sensitive and has
to be watched carefully, but is quite helpful to lots
of patients at risk for clotting. (He's the guy who likes
white because it hides existing imperfections.)

The neurosurgeon was a bit depressed, having had to tell
a family that their mother was dead--she fell, hit her head,
and bled copiously inside her skull because she was on coumadin
and didn't clot worth a damn.

The goddamn stuff, after all, is literally used as rat poison,
to quote my unhappy childhood friend, who loathes the stuff like
many neurosurgeons. (He's the guy who prefers black because it's
easy to touch up and hates white because it's so hard to match.)

Honest, I wasn't putting Stoss up to contradict you, but
to illustrate how interesting the difference was between
black as an original paint and black as a paint to maintain.

Carl Fogel

I'd just like to tell you that, with a combination of 24 letters and a
bit of punctuation, you have just written the strangest thing I have
ever read.

May God have mercy on your soul.

Dear Adam,

This (modest cough) is nothing.

You should see what I can do when I use
a semi-colon. With a few of those, I could
have dragged Shakespeare and Marlowe into
the post, covered them with black and white
paint until they looked like zebras, and
left you all shaking your heads.

Speaking of zebras and black and white
paint, there's an interesting essay by
the late Stephen Jay Gould about whether
they are white animals with black stripes
or black animals with white stripes.

If designed to suit Andrew, the zebra would
be a white animal with black touch-up stripes.

Alas, a few zebras fail to form their stripes
properly, resulting in dots instead of solid
and confusing stripes. The dotted, poorly
formed stripes are always white, showing that
the default zebra background color is black and
that only its stripes are white.

So to touch up any zebras that arrive defective
from the factory, you need to apply white paint,
which is probably why Andrew works in a bike shop
instead of a zoo--he has found that black is the
only color that touches up worth a damn.

See essay 29 in "Hen's Teeth and Horse's Toes."

Carl Fogel

May God have mercy on your soul.

Dear Adam,

This (modest cough) is nothing.

You should see what I can do when I use
a semi-colon. With a few of those, I could
have dragged Shakespeare and Marlowe into
the post, covered them with black and white
paint until they looked like zebras, and
left you all shaking your heads.

Speaking of zebras and black and white
paint, there's an interesting essay by
the late Stephen Jay Gould about whether
they are white animals with black stripes
or black animals with white stripes.

If designed to suit Andrew, the zebra would
be a white animal with black touch-up stripes.

Alas, a few zebras fail to form their stripes
properly, resulting in dots instead of solid
and confusing stripes. The dotted, poorly
formed stripes are always white, showing that
the default zebra background color is black and
that only its stripes are white.

So to touch up any zebras that arrive defective
from the factory, you need to apply white paint,
which is probably why Andrew works in a bike shop
instead of a zoo--he has found that black is the
only color that touches up worth a damn.

See essay 29 in "Hen's Teeth and Horse's Toes."

Carl Fogel

Carl, between your responce and your preferred literature, all the
subjunctive invocations of divine mercy in the world couldn't save
you.

(Adam Rush) wrote in message . com...
May God have mercy on your soul.

Dear Adam,

This (modest cough) is nothing.

You should see what I can do when I use
a semi-colon. With a few of those, I could
have dragged Shakespeare and Marlowe into
the post, covered them with black and white
paint until they looked like zebras, and
left you all shaking your heads.

Speaking of zebras and black and white
paint, there's an interesting essay by
the late Stephen Jay Gould about whether
they are white animals with black stripes
or black animals with white stripes.

If designed to suit Andrew, the zebra would
be a white animal with black touch-up stripes.

Alas, a few zebras fail to form their stripes
properly, resulting in dots instead of solid
and confusing stripes. The dotted, poorly
formed stripes are always white, showing that
the default zebra background color is black and
that only its stripes are white.

So to touch up any zebras that arrive defective
from the factory, you need to apply white paint,
which is probably why Andrew works in a bike shop
instead of a zoo--he has found that black is the
only color that touches up worth a damn.

See essay 29 in "Hen's Teeth and Horse's Toes."

Carl Fogel

Carl, between your responce and your preferred literature, all the
subjunctive invocations of divine mercy in the world couldn't save
you.

Dear Adam,

Nonsense--both Andrew and Peter assure me that
a few dabs with a magic marker will touch my soul
up just fine.

Don't let your prelapsarian pre-cognomen rush you
into anything. You and Eve must consider divine
grace.

INFRALAPSARIAN, n. One who ventures to believe that Adam need not have
sinned unless he had a mind to -- in opposition to the
Supralapsarians, who hold that that luckless person's fall was decreed
from the beginning. Infralapsarians are sometimes called
Sublapsarians without material effect upon the importance and lucidity
of their views about Adam.

Two theologues once, as they wended their way
To chapel, engaged in colloquial fray --
An earnest logomachy, bitter as gall,
Concerning poor Adam and what made him fall.
"'Twas Predestination," cried one -- "for the Lord
Decreed he should fall of his own accord."
"Not so -- 'twas Free will," the other maintained,
"Which led him to choose what the Lord had ordained."
So fierce and so fiery grew the debate
That nothing but bloodshed their dudgeon could sate;
So off flew their cassocks and caps to the ground
And, moved by the spirit, their hands went round.
Ere either had proved his theology right
By winning, or even beginning, the fight,
A gray old professor of Latin came by,
A staff in his hand and a scowl in his eye,
And learning the cause of their quarrel (for still
As they clumsily sparred they disputed with skill
Of foreordination freedom of will)
Cried: "Sirrahs! this reasonless warfare compose:
Atwixt ye's no difference worthy of blows.
The sects ye belong to -- I'm ready to swear
Ye wrongly interpret the names that they bear.
_You_ -- Infralapsarian son of a clown! --
Should only contend that Adam slipped down;
While _you_ -- you Supralapsarian pup! --
Should nothing aver but that Adam slipped up.
It's all the same whether up or down
You slip on a peel of banana brown.
Even Adam analyzed not his blunder,
But thought he had slipped on a peal of thunder!

G.J.

[Gassalassca Jape, one of Bierce's nom's-de-doggerel]

Theologically yours,

Carl Fogel

Carl, between your responce and your preferred literature, all the
subjunctive invocations of divine mercy in the world couldn't save
you.
Nonsense--both Andrew and Peter assure me that
a few dabs with a magic marker will touch my soul
up just fine.

In contrast, I swiped the Xylene touch up paint from a white recumbent
last summer--I'm good to go.

Don't let your prelapsarian pre-cognomen rush you
into anything. You and Eve must consider divine
grace.
[SNIP]

That one does not look familiar--could you point me to the source?
Whoever he is, he's dipped too much acid.