I’ll have to start remembering the actual cross streets for these fun little stories I’ve been dutifully transcribing upon these vaulted pages. This morning I saw a guy at another bus stop (this being different than the previous two) on the south side of Thomas, near about 32nd Street, with a 22 ounce can [...]

Note: I haven’t been putting much up in the way of text with photographs I’ve posted. Just letting the image, speak for itself, I guess. But a bit more may be necessary, or interesting, at times. This is a photo I took at a birthday party for one one of my [...]

Saw a kid at Bell & Scottsdale sitting at a bus stop in white face paint. Like, full on thick heavy face paint. There was a fair bit of black around his eyes. It was a like a mask. He was looking down and I was going forty, so [...]

Law library. Sunday, September 20, 2009, 2:51 pm.

Ah shit, it’s the weekend. I got nothing to show for it. I’ll be putting in the hours (again) down at the library. That’s pretty much where I live now. At one time, it was the saddle. Not it’s the cubicle. The constant between both? A clear and [...]

I used to write stories about riding bicycles. About training, traveling & racing. About my friends that were faster than me. About sleeping on sofas and drinking coffee. About lycra and tan lines. Now I just write about sitting on my ass and driving around Phoenix, Arizona in my “experienced” [...]

Nine day of bullshit, ten miles of bad road. Spend mad time behind the wheel of a clapped out Oldsmobile driving back and forth, forth and back. Why is it I am always rocking some piece of shit domestic automobile? Maybe don’t answer that. We all already know the answer. [...]

Hey, it looks like Thursday to me. And that means it’s time for some poetry.
From: Charlie S.
Subject: Poem
whoa, dropped a bean
where’d it go
no wonder there are beans going everywhere,
a saboteur!
beans cleverly hidden between tinfoil layers
so that as I undress the burrito they jump out at me
this means war
Charlie S.
the Hive
www.bythehive.com

He is not like us. He is not one of us.
He’s not an American.
He’s not a Christian.
He’s not white.
Like us.
It’s all about the “us & them” worldview. I’ve never understood it. My first real experience with the concept was back in my Middle School Days of Football Glory where [...]

I’m sticking with the blurred image theme of the last few images I’ve posted. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

Come Monday, we take what we can get around here.
“People of Walmart” Website Raises Legal Concerns
The “People of Wal-Mart” Web site (PeopleOfWalmart.com) has become an overnight Web sensation. This Web site features photos of people shopping at retail behemoth Wal-Mart locations across the country. The purpose of the “People of Wal-Mart” Web site is not [...]

I saw this over on Steve Garro’s Coconino Blog. It is a photograph of Doug Roether’s bicycle. A bike Steve made for him.

The image speaks. It speaks volumes. The scene, the orientation of the bike, the bare naked saddle.
The photo was taken somewhere in the glorious southwestern [...]

Not to minimize the horror of this day just eight short years ago, I know full well just how horrible that was and still is. Mad respect. Tip of the pint eastward toward the Big Apple. Love ya, babe.
That said, we’ve got to give a birthday shout-out where one is [...]

Oh hell no. Read it here: www.npr.org
From the article:
In some ways, the meteoric success of these sites could be a reaction to anonymous blogs and public comment boards, which can often devolve into name-calling and polemics. (A famous Internet axiom called Godwin’s Law holds that the longer an online discussion continues, the higher [...]

The glory which is the bike shop brings us this next one.
From: Snake Hawk
first build of the day. 2 wheels, one dark lord. . .

Sometimes you just gotta go with what you know. Have a good Labor Day.

There is this something that has been knocking around in my head these last few weeks. It’s a question, really, of dissent. Or, better said, it is a series of questions regarding dissent. What is dissent? And, are we lacking in it? How much is enough? Is there such [...]

Art is as art does. I’ve been thinking of such things of late. I take a lot of photos. My kids. Glasses of beer. Bikes. Plates of food. Shelves full of legal books. I see, I snap.
This is from this morning.