Photos of My Cervelo Race Bike!

Written on 04/06 at 12:56 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

Filed under: Cycling

As readers of this blog must have deduced by now, I am rather obsessed with bicycles.  I have gushed about my folding bike, my 29er mountain bike, the trailer for my touring bike, and the recent upgrades to my racing bike.  In line with that passion that borders on obsession, several months ago I upgraded my racing bike to a new carbon fibre frame from Cervelo, a carbon fibre fork from Easton, a carbon fibre handlebar from Zipp, and a beautiful, lightweight clincher wheelset from HED.  Though I got the bike in December, the rather long and cold winter here dissuaded me from doing much riding outside, and I haven’t put in serious miles on the new bike until now.  I wanted to share some photos of the bike and describe its rather amazing qualities--namely, light weight, stiffness and an incredibly smooth, comfortable ride.  Read on for more photos, details and thoughts on the bike.

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Thoughts From Austin, Texas

Written on 02/14 at 04:48 AM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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I am currently writing from a hotel room in Austin, Texas, where I am visiting for the second annual Clinton Global Initiative University (CGI-U) conference.  Last year I attended with Mike, and this year I am representing the Capital Good Fund, along with two of our other core team members.  On the flight out here I listened to recordings of Martin Luther King speeches, and reflected a great deal on the nature of greatness, the nature of history, and the nature of those that bend history in the direction of justice.  I was amazed--and excited--to learn that from 1964 (after the passage of the landmark Civil Rights Bill) and his death in 1968, Dr. King devoted himself tirelessly not only to racial justice but also to poverty alleviation and peace.  In fact, in some of his speeches and sermons, King even talks about the need for black owned financial institutions--something I find tremendously interesting as I work to create a borrower-owned, environmentally focused financial institutions. 

But above all else, what stood out to me about Dr. King as I listened to his voice bellow from the past and pursue the future was the extent to which his entire mental and physical life was absorbed by the pursuit of justice.  Long before he died at the hands of an assassin he had given up his life to his cause, and I began thinking about my own life, my own pursuits.



Inspiration and Action

Written on 01/14 at 03:23 PM by Andy Posner 1 comments

Filed under: poetry

Inspiration and Action

Late on a winter morning, when through my window
Deceptive sunlight belies the frigid cold,
I hear a retinue of birdsong on whose shoulders
The feathered, colorful, migratory reach
Of responsibility brushes the bristles of thought.

I pause, as though suspended like the steel cables
Of a bridge that crosses a body of gleaming longevity.
The horizon, filled with bare branches, bare sky,
Barely covers the expanse of hibernated longing,
And my hands reach back into summer
To touch the flora and fauna that inspire seasons.

More sunlight, more song leeks into my room
And mixes with the filth I’ve neglected to clean.
A rush of cold air makes me dizzy with existence,
The erotic interplay of wakefulness and awareness.
As I step out into the world my shoes mingle with snow,
And my breath audaciously carries itself skyward.

In dilated, cerebral veins, a kite of sugar
Gyrates in the wind of synapses and electrochemicals.
A foreign force presents a passport, pleading permission
To enter the guarded gates of mystical musings.
Reticent, yet proud to have shirked my duty in favor
Of foraging the forests of history for vials of vitality,
I open the door and get to work.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009
10:00 AM



Who Does not Prefer Peace?

Written on 12/28 at 05:54 PM by Andy Posner 1 comments

Filed under: Musings poetry

As fighting flares in the land of monotheism, soldiers mass along the border between two nuclear states, extremism rages in the cradle of civilization, the stuff of life threatens to overheat the planet that sustains life and a superpower continues down its blind path of bombs, I pause to ask a simple question: who among us does not prefer peace?  In truth, the answer is very, very few of us, but that extreme minority is responsible for fanning the flames that bring nations to war and destabilize the world.  We cannot continue to allow that.  It is time for the so-called “silent majoriy” to speak up against unspeakable acts, to leap forth with ideas, protests, actions that will prevent more madness.  After all, when the dust settles there is still a gem of an orb rotating a mass of energy that provides so much life with sustenance.  The great work of understanding the universe and creating a more just, equitable home for all is held back by weaponry, the people that employ them, and worst of all, the money that finances them.  We live in an age willing to enrich itself by tearing others down, where the mindless pursuit of more comfort obscures the suffering of billions of people so deprived as to be unable to feed or clothe themselves.  We know enough to understand the irrevocable connection between an injustice in one place and an action in another, yet we have yet to summon the courage to act on that knowledge.  Who among us is willing to avoid making money on an investment that is legal, but unjust?  Who among us is willing to forego still more luxury to enable that another may enjoy a meal, an opportunity, a life? 

This New Year, let us commit to a shared responsibility. Let us recognize that if little girls in Afghanistan die while in school, then little girls in America will inherit a world that has lost their beauty, their ideas, their hope.  Let us recognize that where we can we must act and where we cannot we must seek ideas, pressure others, and demand an end to injustice wherever it transpires.  The global economic crisis is yet another sign of the way in which a few selfish people--Wall St. bankers, lax regulators--can cause untold suffering.  But every day the decisions we make have repercussions around the world, like the proverbial butterfly flapping its wings that creates a ripple of air that leads to a hurricane.  We cannot bury our heads in the sand and pretend this is not the case.  Let that be our New Year’s resolution. 

Read on for a poem I wrote on this matter during the run up to the war in Iraq.



Love For the World

Written on 12/24 at 11:15 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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Here in Los Angeles, where I am visiting my family, a steady rain is falling on the landscape of my childhood.  When I was little, and adulthood was as distant a concept as the stars obscured by the rain I adore so much, I would press my face against the windows of my home and watch water fall from the sky, watch how the branches and the leaves and the creatures of the world would crane their necks to receive succor from the upper atmosphere.  In those moments my love affair with the world began.  I longed to caress the breezes, to embrace the play of light and shadow, to dissolve in the mists that rainy days would bring to me.



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