I got my most rides in a year record at 775.1 Now I'm going for 800.
It was a nice blue sky and I needed 12 miles for a best year for bike
distance. At 12 miles I was sitting outside at Madison Park Bakery with a
large coffee and a maple bar when I felt some drops of rain.
I got my most rides in a year record at 775.1 Now I'm going for 800.
Ten miles to home hope the rain holds back, knocked back the coffee and split
6 miles away from home I was soaked.
That was Monday
I've got five weeks to get the next 24.9 miles and Monday next looks to be a nice day.
my hair is going all Einsteiny on me, thought I'd go get a haircut.
Stopped at my favorite Queen Anne Starbucks first. Guy looks at my
Michelle button and says "You actually gonna vote for those commies?" .
Hah, I said "I just like to look at hot babes, but, sure, why not", says I.
"You spending your welfare check on a five buck
cuppa coffee, then?.
Actually, sez I, I am worth several million all my
real estate is paid for and provides me with more than enough moolah to
afford to drink here . But, if you people want to vote for Romney, it's
fine with me. Your taxes will go up and I'll get richer. If you like
that scenario, why not cut out the middle man and pay for my short drip
and a yoghurt cup? That was so much fun I forgot the haircut.
Rode the lake today, fifty miles. Took 2.5 pints of Gatorade and a refillable pint of cool clear. Bought another litre seven miles from home and this song came to mind
A little opera and a deeply brilliant poem. One of the great songs of the last century.
Dan is his mule and the devil is a mirage that Dan wants to follow.
Have any of you ever struggled to find something vitally important?
How about cool clear Obama?
Had a dream this morning, got out of bed, went to make coffee. The wife
asks to be driven to her volunteer job with the Democrats. Got her
halfway there when something odd struck me. The road stayed the same
road and didn't veer off in strange impossible directions. Then some
Mozart happened on the radio. at least I thought it was Mozart. Sounded
familiar, but what was it? Upon closer listening, I decided it was early
Beethoven. But which early Beethoven? We had a earnest discussion about
Ludwig's early symphonies but couldn't come to any conclusion. Soon
after I dropped her off, the man comes on the radio telling me more and
more that "That was symphony number forty-one by Mozart, the Jupiter".
So I was right.
It was Beethoven's symphony number minus-one!
Little while later I awoke to find myself in the Queen Anne Cafe with a coffee cup in my hand and a waffle in front of me.
I am getting old, or sick.
Tried to do 30 miles yesterday.
Started out to do 20, would have been satisfied with 10 but felt O.K. at 15 and decided to try for 30.
Didn't make it.
Checked out the new addition to the ship canal trail and found myself 17 miles away from home at the Ballard bridge.
By the time I got back to UW I was feeling weak by the time I got almost to Leschi I was walking even on the flat.
Dragged my sorry ass to Leschi and called Meredith to come and get me.
Got 26.18 miles (including the walking) which seems to be my limit these days
9.0 average speed
34.4 maximum speed, don't know where that happened.
2:54:16 hours on the trail.
2534.16 miles on the odometer.
Had an interesting time at Folklife this weekend.
Saturday, got there early for some French Canadian foot stomping dance music. Then after wandering around listening to jazz, rock, marimba, violin, cello, saxophone, banjo, guitar, ukulele playing musicians in bands, trios, duets, and soloists, around the center, I settled on the grass for a set of rockabilly bands.
Was a wonderful warm day, I left before the gunfights.
Got home to find my house keys not in my pocket.
Good excuse to go back Sunday.
Sunday, I went to the lost and found, but they didn't have the keys, so I decided I might as well listen to some tunes to take my mind off my loss.
Noticed in the program that there was an exhibition of "Shape-Note" singing. Always wondered what that was about, so I headed in that direction.
As I closed in on the event I heard massed voices that didn't sound any different than any other massed voices, those massed for the purpose of singing anyway. Quite different than voiced massed for yelling at sporting events, and very very different than 10'000 massed voices making blood curdling howl as the rush down slope at you with bayonets.
Turns out the "Shape-Note" refers to the shape of the notes on the score, little squares, triangles, circles, and squares.
Leaves me out of the choir, cause I flunked geometry in high school.
Not true, I got a good grade in geometry in high school. I got the same as the teachers cheer leader pet. Teacher's name was Eisele or something. She embarrassed me in class by telling me I shouldn't "hide my (something or other) under a bushel I have to this day no idea what she was talking about, but I knew she didn't appreciate me messing up her prejudices.
Or her thing for miss pom-pom.
What we didn't know about puberty back then.
Anyway, the singing was very nice, reminded me however of church and its sinister seduction.
I'm not planning on going to church however, I've learned my lesson there.
Their strange rituals, this weird "prayer" thing, and their blood thirsty Bible stories put my back hairs up and I do not feel welcome there.
And since my run in with Meighan Pritchard I don't feel safe.
Found I had left the keys in a pie shop when I made change.
Day ended up with Sousa's "Star Spangled Banner" march played by the Ballard Sedentary Sousa Band. Always a good closer.
On my last bike ride, I rode by a Tardis (English call box) outside a small shop near the lake in Magnolia Park. I thought I might post a picture of it and make some silly ass of a joke about the Doctor visiting us to save us from these GOP turkeys who are trying to destroy everything we true Americans were trying to stand for. So today I grabbed a camera and was halfway out the door when I realized I could find a picture much easier on line.
This is a bike ride log - containing the word "SPLOG" to distinguish it so I can locate older ones in case I ever want to put them all together and make a graph of my muscular degeneration over the years. So far, I haven't wanted to do that.
20.10 miles 11:58:25 minutes 10.1 average 37.2 maximum speed 2456.1 on the odometer.
Thank you for listening to this broadcast. Tune in again sometime.
The Madison Park Bakery is a reeeley good place for maple bars and such.
When you look through a magnifying glass, the image distorts as you move in and out of focus. At one point, the image inverts. I often wonder exactly what the image is at that precise point. Perhaps a portal into another world? A world where there is no concept of "up" or "down"?
Perhaps an omnidimensional galaxy free of motion sickness? Or an nondimensional infinity free of positional prejudice? Maybe an extradimensional film of pure nothingness? A Heisenbergian bipolar dilemma? An chimerical world of passive agressionality? A paradoxical praxomatic pumpkin shell?
A dream of blessed oblivion?
Captain Beefheart wondered once about the black paper between a mirror. Was this what he was talking about? Is blackness the same as nothingness? If so, can we sneak up behind it and shoot it in the back?
Who brought home lollipops by the bucket They were quite sweet And she thought it a treat To take one out and suck it ................. Whose job it was to scrape muck, it It was quite a bore To do this odd chore But she could think of no way to duck it ................. Who said if an eyebrow offends one should pluck it She was quite vain But I thought it insane When she took a botox filled needle and stuck it ................. Who found a big bell and struck it The people from town Came running around They thought someone had kicked the bucket ................. Who had a exceedingly ancient old truck, it Wouldn't run right So late one night She took a baseball bat and struck it ................. Whose favorite composer was Gluck, it Seemed the right thing To give him a ring But Willibald had, alas, kicked the bucket ................. Who was advised to read a book about Huck, it Was a tale 'bout a river That someone had give her It was darn good advise , so she tuck it ................. Who picked up a guitar to pluck it Her fingers got sore So she finally swore To take her musical career and chuck it ................. Who bought a new truck, it Was gone the next morn And she was forlorn Someone just came up and tuck it ................. Who had a little too much pluck, it Was late in the night When she went out to fight The cops brought her home in a bucket ................. Who had unusually bad luck, it Seemed like the thing To learn how to sing
Got a call for scores; French horn an impossible job. Checked out Mozart's horn concerto for inspiration...I need a drink. I thought of writing a joky piece using only notes out of the horn's range BUT THERE AREN'T ANY!! So I wrote this instead, it's terrible, it's impossible. At least I think it probably is.
Orpheus and Eurydice; All during the opening heartbreaker scene in which Eurydice is already dead and Orpheus is lamenting his heart out, I couldn't keep Roy Orbison's "Unchained Melody" out of my head.
Then Deus showed up ex bicycle...
Later after a quick trip to hell, Orphy visited a hippie commune distinct for the odd fact that everyone there had found their "own true love".
Takes all kinds.
So whilst trying to drag Eurie out of hell they have this wonderful cross-purpose conversation that I swear I've heard many times on Dr.Phil, Oprah, Jerry Springer and in my VERY OWN HOME! Anyway, She dies again and everything ends happily.
(Not that I actually aver watch any of those shows, but I have heard about them)
Until the honeymoon is over.
I can hear it now; "Sure you were willing to sacrifice everything that gave any meaning to your life and descend into hell to bring me back to the world of the living, but you never do that anymore".