Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Hate cancer? Love free stuff? This post's for you!

With the PMC 11 (!?!) days away, we're going into hardcore final countdown mode. And with a bit of fundraising still to go, I found myself contemplating the best way to inspire people to give to the cause.

And then it came to me... the perfect storm of people hating cancer and loving free shit...

Starting today, until the PMC kicks off at 5am on August 7th, if you donate $15 or more, you get yourself a handmade "fuck cancer" shirt!!!


(Thanks to Brian for inspiring me with his homemade Fuck Cancer shirt at our fundraiser the other month, and Barack Obama for inspiring me with his ability to draw way more donations from me than my income justifies simply by offering cool swag.)

UPDATE!!! The shirt is now available with slightly toned down messages for anyone who was worried about getting strange looks in the supermarket. Now take your pick from the following designs: "fuck cancer", "eff cancer" or "suck it cancer ".

You know you want one! So contribute and get yours today! 100% of your donation still goes to the Jimmy Fund, and you'll be contacted about size and color preference after the donation is processed.

And then, if you feel inclined to send a picture of yourself in your fuck cancer shirt for the blog, well, I would fucking love that.

CLAIM YOUR FUCK CANCER SHIRT!

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Not much has changed in 15 years

This past weekend I went back to dirty Jersey to celebrate my dad's 60th birthday. Every time I go home I'm amazed at how my bedroom has slowly evolved from a tranquil personal space to an impromptu museum showcasing the Life and Times of Danielle Cerny. If I thought anyone out there cared about seeing a framed copy of my first work of art, the voodoo doll we used to pump ourselves up before field hockey games in high school, or the stacks of broken boards that chronicle my rise from white belt to red, I'd forget this whole school thing and base my retirement on admission and tour charges.

If only.

Well, this weekend I stumbled upon something I think people might actually care about - or, in the very least, get a good laugh out of: my 4th and 5th grade reading journals. These bad boys are choked full of goodies, but the entry that really jumped out at me was about a family trip to Maine back when I was 11. Here's an excerpt:










[The text in case it's hard to read: In or out of the pool it was a very peaceful place to be. But after the first day of sitting around we needed from exersize! So the next day we all rented bikes and went for a 40 mile bike ride. BEFORE... And AFTER... Very few survived. But going back in time this is what happened inbetween. We all started at a steady pace. We stayed together at first. But then my mom and I on our tandom raced ahead. Others got tiered. And we all needed a break here and there. When the bike trip ended we all spent the rest of the week in bed! The End!!!]

And there you have it, in 15 years very little has changed: I still love biking (and beating people on my bike), I still like to present my stories in before and after format, and I still have the same sense of humor (which I don't think my teacher even got from the looks of her notes!)

I dunno if that bodes well for the 11 year old version of myself, or poorly for the present day me ... but points for consistency I suppose! And definite extra credit for 15+ years of rocking the spandex.

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Monday, July 12, 2010

Helping bike lovers find love since 2010

Les and I have made no secret of our desire to land hot bicycling boyfriends who court us with strolling rides through the countryside, trips to the repair shop, and outdoor weddings where we walk down the aisle in our finest spandex before riding off into the sunset on matching his and her road bikes.

Okay, perhaps we haven’t been that specific in the past, but that’s definitely the scene that plays out in my head whenever I reference my future PMC boyfriend(s).

Well, believe it or not, Les and I aren’t alone in our bike boyfriend fantasy… the French – arguably some of the world’s greatest romantics – are also embracing the concept of roadside romance.

The Frisky – an online news source that has covered pressing questions like “Are all your friends lying to you?” and “Would you rather appear completely naked (we’re talking full-frontal, vag-in-view nudity) on the cover of Vogue, or appear fully-clothed in a Playboy spread?” – recently reported on a hot new French dating website devoted to bicycle love.

Thanks to my sis for finding the link, and so that you don’t have to click away from our page, here’s the short blurb that they published:

“Nothing cuter than a cute girl or boy on a bike, right? A new French dating website works off this principle. Called Velibataire, it’s a play on the French word for single (célibataire) and the name of the Paris public bike system (Vélib’). Because so many Parisians use these park-and-ride bikes to get around the city, it makes sense that you might cross a few hotties on your ride, just as you would on your daily subway commute. Velibataire lets users find other bikers closest to their neighborhood Vélib’ station, signal when they’re about to leave the house to pick up a bike (because maybe you’ll happen to “bump” into someone there), or organize bike ride dates with potential mates. Kind of a cute idea, n’est-ce pas? Think an online dating service like this would take off in the U.S.? [Velibataire]”

And here’s a screen shot of Velibataire’s homepage:


Now I don’t speak French, but I'm confident that photo speaks for itself. And the concept definitely translates – I don’t think anyone gets on the T expecting to catch a love bug (though other communicable diseases are pretty much implied). A scenic bike trail, on the other hand, ripe with picnic tables and trees for carving in your lovah’s initials, well, that’s a different story.

So in response to the “article’s” final question – heck yeah I think that kind of service could take off in the U.S., and if I was capable of creating a website that involved more than picking a template from Blogger’s fine array of aesthetic alternatives, I’d be all over this.

So here’s what I’m thinking instead – I’ll supply the catchy website name, main graphic, and first dating profile, and someone else can do the dirty work of writing the html and finding me a biker boyfriend. Sound good?

I sure hope so, cause I already did my part of this assignment:

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Website name- Bicyngle (Get it? Love it? Good.)

Main graphic-


First Personal Profile-

Name: Danielle Cerny
Birthday: 3/3/84
Likes: Hydration, Helmets and hot chiseled men
Dislikes: Potholes, Port-a-potties, and pigeons, parakeets or really birds of any kind
About me: To be honest, I’ve already found love, and it came in the form of my Giant Avail. My Giant and I have shared many beautiful weekends together, but it has come to my attention as of late that my bike has found love with another:


At every water stop, the two seem to nestle up together, unconcerned with the backlash caused by their flagrant PDA. It was a hard reality to accept at first, but given the recent rumors that they’re expecting twin tricycles in the fall, I’ve come to terms with the need to find a bicycle boyfriend of a less literal sense.

On that front, I’m not asking for much- just someone who will hold my bike steady when I’m changing a flat, and agree to travel hand-in-hand with me down the bike trail of life.

Suitors should be in their mid- to late-twenties, capable of maintaining a minimum 16mph average on the road, and look damn good in spandex (photos required).
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And there you have it. I’m confident one of you oh-so-clever blog readers can make Bicyngle a reality, but in the meantime, feel free to post your own profiles or, even better, responses to my profile, in the comments section of this site. And, just putting this out there- I’m completely open to bribes, and will give dating preference to the biggest donors ;-)

Let the bicycle lovefest begin!

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