Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Hoped to put up some pics from the muddy mountain biking last weekend but I managed to shoot all my photos in macro mode. It makes them look like this:
Which is its' own flavor of cool but doesn't show the massive mud spattering on everyone.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
When I get home I can count on some serious quality time since I have the honor of living with the sweetest lady on the face of the earth. I contemplated, fantasized about the relaxing evening waiting for me. Cocktail in one hand and nothing to do but kick back until sleep overwhelmed me, something I suspected wouldn't take long.
However...I have this wonderful dog.
Really, he's a great pooch. Well trained, sensible, predicable and pretty much lives his life with the most optimism of any creature I have ever known. Lovely to come home to after fighting the corporate fight since every day for him is a great day. But he is still a dog and today he demonstrated in exemplary style what the statement 'sicker than a dog' really means.
I used to train dogs with the same vigor I turn the cranks and had a house full of them. I know what can go wrong and what a sick dog is like to come home to but today that was totally redefined even though he is the only dog in the house. I'll spare you the details but let's just say that if I had hired a painter to paint the basement floor, I would have been quite please with how thoroughly he had covered the floor down to every single nook and cranny. Places, in fact, that I didn't know existed.
I just wanted to come home to my nothing box. Instead, it was several hours of something I never want to do.
SO, with all the action packed into today, I just know tomorrow will be a good day.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The temps were chilly but the friendship was warm and I know how to dress so the cold doesn't set me back even when my toes get a little cold.
Monday, October 5, 2009
There was of course no sex graphic or otherwise in that post. I don't care what folks do with their on-line time but I do think that porn shouldn't come to you in your daily travels unless you travel the porn circuit in which case you would likely not be here reading this. Anyway, it was a cheap ploy for traffic that failed so perhaps not only is the internet here to stay, but there might be less porn surfing than I heard talking heads declare.
This post makes a lot of sense to me.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
It's the weekend in a long week of short goals. Long stretches of limited production followed by multiple deadlines collapsing on a single day. Not all deadlines met but those that were exceeded expectation and the Arkel pannier carries the laptop to and from quite well so no worries.
I started running a few weeks ago, a fall tradition as I attempt to get in shape for the cross country ski season. It starts with a week of great soreness from short runs followed by a week of seeming invincibility. No more agonizing pain in legs that can turn the cranks seemingly indefinitely but are turned to masses of screaming flesh by a short, brisk run towed by the pooch in my own canicross competition. The week of invincible exercise turns into overwhelming exhaustion as my body adapts to the new regimen.
I started thinking a few months back, an employment tradition as I attempt to get into shape for the next level in my career. It starts with great confusion from simple thoughts followed by months of apparently flawless thinking. No more awkward thought gathering from a brain that can seemingly crank out analytical models indefinitely but is turned to a quivering mass of sparking synapses by a situation infected with contradictory truths. The months of of flawless execution turn into overwhelming exhaustion as my brain adapts to the new regimen.
I started feeling a few decades back, a life tradition as I attempt to get in shape for experiencing the world around me. It starts with an introspection on the unchangeable past followed by the realization that I can respond as I choose to the life events that cross my path. No more second guessing choices from a diverse emotional base that can rise to the most dire life situation but turns to a whimpering soul by a lost opportunity. The years of satisfied conscience turn into overwhelming exhaustion as my emotions adapt to the new regimen.
It's the weekend in a short life of long goals. Long stretches of seeking followed by a dizzying array of life choices, realized in a single life. Not all ambitions took root but the wealth of life lived so far has exceeded expectations and my satchel of life carries boundless dreams with no room for worries.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
They pulled onto the road about a quarter mile ahead of me and I rolled up onto the second one's wheel for a moment waiting for traffic to clear enough to pass them. When I did the second one made some snotty comment about stealing their draft.
I like encountering racers on my commute. I observe them and sometimes learn something. They are nearly always examples of road courtesy; racers know that they only get down the road by protecting their riding mates and receiving protection in return.
After passing them, the first one sort of freaked out and jumped up on his pedals and tore out down the road like he had big money on a sprint finish. It wasn't a bad effort but he looked pretty goofy when he ended up missing the turn onto the bridge. He didn't touch the floor, he just was going too fast for the U turn and rolled past it as his buddy started shouting at him to turn.
I wasn't racing them, I wasn't even warmed up but this hairy legged, oversized backpack carrying commuter passing them without even breaking a sweat must have just been too much. I had to laugh since if I had been warmed up and interested I could have given Mr. stomp-on-the-pedals a run for his money without a problem even with my loaded pack.
Wanna be's; gotta love 'em. At least they are out there riding...
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Dotting the I's of other's lives as they
Cross the t's of my transformations.
I decorate my emotional lawn with these holodecks created by distant minds and walk through their familiarly foreign landscapes, pleased to find my old slippers waiting by a door I hadn't thought to open. There are some who speak of the human spirit's strength and many who ponder out loud the vistas through which they pass. Sometimes with humor, sometimes to pick up their own thoughts and hold them in a different light, sometimes just the random glance of a lightning strike. Yet others set them on the table near the door as they head in or out to their next experience on the chance that someone will pick them up and find a place for them. I often do.
I wonder, today aloud, about sprinkling my lexical regurgitations about the cyber garden. I think I am all of the above in my motives and beyond the wonder of the wheels, don't know that I can detect a theme in my missives. I do know that as life unfolds before me, kicking as I do at the dirt clods of possibility, I mostly just enjoy the diversity taking root before me.
It's Saturday and while the possibilities are endless the weekend is not. I'll toss this post into the digital winds knowing it's as likely to never germinate as it is to become a flower. It doesn't matter though since I only sow seeds here, I harvest the plots of others.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
It's a peace that comes over me
A wave of quiet
Crashing around me
Sucking out the noise
Long times longing
A circle spun out
Long before me
It's where I come from
Aging relative brings contact
I already knew
Solace in knowledge
Questing, caring, asking
Am I taking care?
Am I paying attention?
The waves crash around me
173 years of peace and wisdom
Am I fine? Not the stock answer,
Really asking, listening
Offering sage wisdom
Not forced, just set on the table
For the taking or leaving
My father's brother sharing
Concerns I've had,
Patience, waiting for the crisis
Yet to come, a stroke or perhaps
Wandering off the edge
Existence ever fragile,
A keen eye on the maybe
A tear on the likely
Watching all your friends
And family die, isn't lonely
It's life, better for the acceptance
Worse for the resigning to it.
Chances are there for the taking
Not by him or her, but each
Of their own, for their own
Fruit we pick is the feast
We have bounty or rot
As by our own hand and not
Calling as it is the scenes
On the stage that is our life
Curtain calls by our performance or
Curtains, sewn by our own hand
Connections to the possible
Dreams of what could be
Woven from the same cloth as
You owe me and I never
How fickle the current
How strong the paddle
How mysterious the strokes never taken
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I'm so late answering Fat Lad on this one I don't suppose anyone even recalls that the topic was my suggestion in the first place. No matter, it's finally ready for posting so here it is in three parts.
When I got my road bike, I ran the tires it came with and didn't think too much about them. I was returning to cycling after too long a hiatus and just relishing being back on two wheels kept my mind occupied. It had seemed like I was flatting more than most but so often the flats were discovered when I went to get the bike for a ride so a quick change and I was on my way without the embarrassment of continually holding up the group. Well one day I figured out I had purchased more than twenty tubes that spring and I started thinking about new tires.
I do have to thank those tires since it was a result of one of those flats that I met The Sweetie but other than that one time, the flats were getting on my nerves. I hit the wall the day both tires were flat when I came out of work and the next day picked up some Specialized Armadillo tires. Kevlar is the magic ingredient though from the weight of them it might as well have been steel belts. I didn't really mind too much though since I rode my first pair of them better than 3000 (4000?) miles and don't recall a single flat. I replaced them with the next version of the tire that now comes with a reflective sidewall, a great feature for commuting since it's often dusk when I'm riding to or from work.
I now have several wheel sets (they're like potato chips; you can't just have one...) and keep the Armadillo tires on the bike's original wheels and run Michelin Pro Race on a much lighter set of wheels borrowed from The Sweetie since she upgraded to a wheel set that seems to have negative weight. It might be the helium she puts in the tires. I put a set on last fall towards the end of the road biking season and have been riding them all spring. They are smooth, supple and amazingly puncture resistant. Just this spring I have put over 2000 miles on them running over quite of bit of left over winter road crud and they just keep rolling.