Re-make/Re-model

Inspired by my wife's recent Extreme Makeover: Blog Edition, I want to kick up some dust around here. I've been staring at this design for years. I'm tired of it. Aren't you? Yeah, I thought so because you keep sticking your gum in the tables.

But I have a problem. Several actually. 1. I can't design my way out of Michael Graves' bathroom and 2. I'm color blind.

So, here's my proposal. If you happen to have design abilities make me a website. I need it to be able to accommodate more than just a blog, because I have a whole bunch of stuff on the site and, supposedly, I'm supposed to be adding to it frequently. It should also be somewhat geeky/sciencey/odd.

Here's the catch: I cannot pay you in American money. In fact, I cannot pay you in legal tender. However, if you do give me a design I will reciprocate in one mix CD per every 30 minutes you spend on the design. Including talking to me! That's right, one five minute conversation with me translates in to 1.75 songs! At 80 minutes per CD you're getting twenty minutes for FREE!

Side note on cylcing. It hit 56 degrees today, so I went for a quick ride. It was my first ride on the road in over a month. Indoor training is nice, but it's nothing like sailing down a hill, going the speed limit and having a van in front of you and a Geo Metro behind you while you're signaling that you're going to turn left and you realize that, outside of cyclists, no one knows what the hell hand signals mean.

More importantly I recently put some new Contis on the bike that were a different size than the cyclocross slicks I had been running, so I was dying to see what the difference in rolling resistance really was.

Verdict: A lot. I was flying. I was smiling.

Issue: Wind. It was really windy today. Worse, the wind was blowing DOWN all the hills. Great for descending, terrible for climbing.

Second Issue: Though it was 56 today, there was a chill in the air that bit at my lungs. Halfway through the ride I could have used a few doses of salbutamol because I couldn't breathe. I had to stop to catch my breath at the top of my favorite hill. Shortly thereafter I was going down said hill following the van. That felt good. However, my wife is not allowed to find out how fast I was going because I'll get in trouble.

But man it was fun . . .