Old Mecca, Same Stoke
I am on the road yet again and this trip finds me in Moab, UT. This place never gets old. Some try and say otherwise Continue reading Old Mecca, Same Stoke
Category Archives: Expressive Rhythmic Literary Work
We Know Where You Live
We get a ton of great emails from you guys every day and I make sure to read every single one. This week, one in Continue reading We Know Where You Live
LeBag Cometh.
Greetings from a strip mall. That’s right, I landed safely and securely in Colorado Springs, and since the interwebs company can’t seem to get their Continue reading LeBag Cometh.
42/58 – How I got high yesterday
I entered a trance like mind-space induced by speed Rejoicing I went up residential 23rd and ripped down 24th Eating green lights, speeding for ten Continue reading 42/58 – How I got high yesterday
Some Things I Think You Should Know
Thanks to the sketchiness that is craigslist, I was fortunate enough to stumble upon some tickets to see Tool in concert in Vegas this past Continue reading Some Things I Think You Should Know
Seattle Saturday July R+R – let’s ride.
R+E is not open yet but if it was I’d go in and ask an obscure question about obscure parts and dream of a new Continue reading Seattle Saturday July R+R – let’s ride.
i’ll college.
My man CaseNuggets sent this one to me via email one day recently. Seems both he & I were dumb enough to enroll in summer Continue reading i’ll college.
Hardening (of a chain)
Two years ago, I bought a chain fattest chain I could find at Bimsco Hardware on Stone Avenue. Tonight I did the same thing I’ve Continue reading Hardening (of a chain)
My (beloved) Tucson favors the (ridden) bicycle
Along light colored sand
she said: “Brown becomes the aesthetic.”
Only four years later, I get it. Continue reading My (beloved) Tucson favors the (ridden) bicycle
The tranquilizing drug of gradualism
I don’t get serious very often, but do you know why you REALLY have today off? From the Letter From a Birmingham Jail to the famous Continue reading The tranquilizing drug of gradualism
The Big Hurt
I had not thought about my old friend The Big Hurt much of late. It wasn’t until my wife told me a story this week Continue reading The Big Hurt
I have at times had dreams of football.
Another one in from our man Senna. He writes, I post, you read. We all win. I’m watching out of my window. I’ve never noticed Continue reading I have at times had dreams of football.