My friend Maggie’s group “Holy Water and Whiskey” will do its apparently political thing (I’ve never heard ’em, but I know Maggie 🙂 tonight at 8 p.m. MDT on KUNM. That’s 89.9 FM for you Albuquerqueans (but y’all already knew that) and streaming on the web for those of you not lucky enough to live around here.
Meteor? Poop?
More on Weeds
OK, I’ve been sort of flip here the last few days about this weed thing, but y’all have to seriously understand the depth of my passion on this subject. It must not be minimized:
Key to understanding Weed Man is understanding the touch, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, he places upon his garden ecosystem. A weed in the right place is transformed into a plant, and is gently spared and watered. A weed in the wrong place must go. But there is always the fascination – why this spot? Why this weed?
Claustrophobia: Finding the Cure(s)
OK, if I was a bike racer, does that mean I would spend the time to swap out my heavy, goathead resistant training tires for something lighter when I race? Even if it’s just a “B” race, a tuneup?
If I was a bicyclist, husband, friend, does that mean I’d go for a lovely long slow ride with my wife on a sunny Sunday late summer morning?
But what if I realized halfway through that I still had my racing tires on the bike?
P.S. This morning, I pulled weeds from the garden.
Walla Walla sweets
My beloved just fried up a big pan of potatoes and onions for breakfast.
The smell of Walla Walla sweet onions in the morning makes me feel loved.
Solid Tuneup
It would be misleading to tell you that I placed eighth in my age group in the state time trial championships this morning, without also pointing out that there were only ten people entered in my age group. But it would not be misleading to tell you that I rode what on my terms was a terrific race, my fastest time trial performance and a perfect setup for Moriarty two weeks hence.
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A Giant Spits
This is vaguely disturbing.
A Bit of History
I stumbled across this bit of history this morning – the first web page I ever helped build.
Comet Hale-Bopp was, at the time, one of the coolest stories I’d ever had the privilege to be involved in, science you could go out and see for yourself, and this new Web thing was about the coolest medium for more fully sharing my excitement with others. We were as young and naive as the medium, but we had fun that year and my enthusiasm for the Web as a medium for sharing my work hasn’t waned.
Claustrophobia
Am I a journalist? What kind?
Or am I a writer? What kind?
A cyclist? A bike racer?
A friend, husband, father, son?
Or is it most important that I simply pull weeds from the garden?