sometimes

it snows in april....

cannot get this earworm out of my head, the melancholy melody is resonating in my synapses for some reason.

deep deep super funk. Heck I wasn't really that much of a prince fan, like many, but always admired him and his talent.

I can't write much now - no time...  but felt the need to share and since this isn't considered a social media anymore, blogs are like myspace, heck does myspace even exist? I can say that this ear worm is stuck on repeat in my head.




of course last night i found these two as well... the PHC tribute is pretty damn awesome.



and then even this crappy cell phone video captures his performance style... where's the full production version of his '08 concert? Because that creep thing, i still go back and listen to that kind of once a day. And i'm def not really one of the hard core prince fans and yet here i am... listening, because he's not there to take it down.


out of time - and like usual lately likely to be late. Too much to do. My hope to spend May 1st riding all day has been replaced by resignation that if i want to ride at all that day I have to wake up early, and i haven't been getting much sleep this week and need sleep but need ride, none of the trade offs ever seem to work in my favor lately. Keep moving on. it is a very different feeling right now though. different this time. odd, disturbing in a way. has me more perplexed as solutions are not apparent.

oh well

sometimes...

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where are the words

they are backlogged...

need to write....

too much to say...

insanely odd place right now...

kind of hurts..

but only emotionally...

and after this many years and that much pain magnified by my predisposition towards excessive empathy, well i've pretty much done as much destruction as i can to myself...

right now it is just ... more ...

my great uncle passed this morning http://www.wwiimemorialfriends.org/ambassador-f-haydn-williams

so many thoughts for him, Prince? yeah that too...  not to mention an even more local and delicate that I won't discuss even here about that went down yesterday...

i've been going non-stop since the alarm went off at 6am. a week of shitty sleep and insane stress.

so tired that i can't move, but my emotions and nerves are jacked and buzzing and not conducive to sleep.

but i'm sure once i close my eyes i'll pass out, at least I hope so, given the way it all has gone down i'll be staring into the darkness for a couple hours...

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need to write

but no time...

Ronde Rosey 2016 was off the hook, i think the woods are still echoing with me yelling "GOLDBERG" alternatively "BEER" constantly asking if the groups stopped to fix a flat, or mechanical "IS THIS THE SECRET BEER STASH" probably got old for everyone but me.

The route was familiar, but different, but lizard/homing pigeon brain seemed to find the course familiar.

It was the most amazing day - i took one photo... why? battery, access, restricted capacity. Taking a dozen photos on a 30 min ride between charging stations is different than a dozen photos on a 7+ hr ride when you don't know if the battery will last long enough to record it. Life's full of challenges.

Hugs make it better.

I need to write. but can't, going non-stop, and I'm going to wake up to essentially 6 days of solo dad while covering two very active daughter's activities. Stuff that normally is challenging to schedule with two parents. But hey, have I ever shirked away from a challenge? Probably, but not a challenge that benefitted everyone but me.

I should write up sunday - soon...  i'd write it up now but have to do a bunch of stuff and am tired and am not doing the stuff and writing instead of doing the stuff and then once the stuff is done i sleep...  i tired.

i'm scrambling to find primary sources that i based some fundamental on...  should be easy right? yeah not so much... but hey if i'm wrong...  well that won't be much of a surprise to anyone because when am I right? Never.

Certainly not in life -if you go based on anything i've done/said/whatever. Kind of feels like i've been on the wrong side kind of all the time.

Rejected and lost, finishing last. Plenty of good friends who i can get vicarious joy from their exclamation of winnings...  and that's good. No not naming names tonight. I've had a beer, but no whisky, relaxed but not uninhibited.

Soon hopefully I'll have a chance to write up sunday, how amazing it was, despite the most challenging physical issues ever.

Life's pretty crazy eh? But even then it is better than the alternative...

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