But listen to this:
https://youtu.be/WB3IQMZm7CQ
this mother fucker gets it...
an absolute inspriration to me growing up...
his words, his novels...
i've been thinking a lot about that dude who died, the story i posted yesteday, if i spoiled it for you i'm sorry, i read it with hope that his ginger ass would succeed, but he didn't. Fueling. not enough fat, too many carbs.
life...
live like the inuits... Mowat's whole convention... if we don't we're doomed. And pretty much I can't disagree with him, we are.
still. even more so maybe in light of the politics of this fucked up nation we live in...
I should try and sleep, but oddly want to write, after listening to one of the absolute pillars of my formative years talk.
I do what i do. it is what it is. It is really for others. and hopefully i'll come to terms with it... some day...
heddwch
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Thursday, February 08, 2018
Wednesday, February 07, 2018
Still here
it has been a while, i know...
much to say, maybe soon. I almost wrote about the ride on sunday, maybe I will.
Things are different, busier than i could ever imagined, but fulfilling in a different way than before.
More alone and isolated but the introvert side is relishing it, and the absence of CX race socialization was surprisingly not missed...
I took a bit more time than I should have and read this. Start to finish.
Fucking hell the New Yorker has long articles. This one was worth it, esp since I didn't know how it ended...
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2018/02/12/the-white-darkness
I'll be back, sooner maybe? I miss writing, even if it just the act of doing a web log centered around me. I mean what's the importance of me? That said there were moments of reading that essay that reminded me of the days of just trying to get to the 100 mile mark. Or riding all day in shitty weather, low on fuel and just trying to get home so I can stop. Riding through the heat of the summer with empty bottles hoping to get home before the worst happens. Incredibly minor personal threats, but being stubborn and wanting to finish alone and unassisted is kind of the same mental state.
Maybe that's where i'm at now, working more than ever for the same pay check but deliberately pushing on because that's what I do?
and I'm still at work...
wrapping up or i'll never escape.
i hope the ice has melted. studded tire bike is at home...
heddwch
g
much to say, maybe soon. I almost wrote about the ride on sunday, maybe I will.
Things are different, busier than i could ever imagined, but fulfilling in a different way than before.
More alone and isolated but the introvert side is relishing it, and the absence of CX race socialization was surprisingly not missed...
I took a bit more time than I should have and read this. Start to finish.
Fucking hell the New Yorker has long articles. This one was worth it, esp since I didn't know how it ended...
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2018/02/12/the-white-darkness
I'll be back, sooner maybe? I miss writing, even if it just the act of doing a web log centered around me. I mean what's the importance of me? That said there were moments of reading that essay that reminded me of the days of just trying to get to the 100 mile mark. Or riding all day in shitty weather, low on fuel and just trying to get home so I can stop. Riding through the heat of the summer with empty bottles hoping to get home before the worst happens. Incredibly minor personal threats, but being stubborn and wanting to finish alone and unassisted is kind of the same mental state.
Maybe that's where i'm at now, working more than ever for the same pay check but deliberately pushing on because that's what I do?
and I'm still at work...
wrapping up or i'll never escape.
i hope the ice has melted. studded tire bike is at home...
heddwch
g
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