A better writer than I told me to stop thinking so much and write everyday and just see what happens. She was right, so I’m going to veer from self-conscious profundity to frivolity subtly laden with oblique, yet equally revealing clues about the life of a guy, his bike, the law, our culture, and [...]
Archive for February, 2009
Jam tomorrow, Jam yesterday.
Posted in blah school on February 10, 2009 | 2 Comments »
You Can Have Your Caviar and Eat It Too!
Posted in americana, new yorkishness on February 9, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The New York Times may be dying, but at least they are going out with aristocratic panache. This is only the latest installment in their covert series The Plight of the Overlords, in which they cover such broadly appealing and inspirational topics as womb rental (now priced to sell!), Wall Street housewives forced into the [...]
lightning bulb
Posted in frumious bandersnatch on February 9, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Our dreams are as kites on strings; effortlessly soaring, but quietly waiting to be yanked from the heavens to the sod. They are not meant to be more than we are.
As children we imagine the impossible, and the fantasy flourishes easily, comfortably, and without judgment. As adults, we thresh our thoughts, parsing the productive from [...]
Fating It
Posted in bicycle ridership, life-giving founts of joyous jubiliation on February 4, 2009 | 1 Comment »
It’s almost claustrophobic. Not suffocating, not crushing, but in a way, its freeing. Its the feeling I had on a sunny morning last week, while riding my bike, 35 mph down the back side of Bear Creek Road, when a bee struck me in the chest. At that speed injuries come quickly and easily, so [...]
