and suddenly that season is over

 The fall crew head race season specifically.

I have this compulsion to write it into poetry 

Racing - well the process at least

 I posted up some of the slowest laps in any race yesterday. It was pretty disheartening.

Take the time

 https://davewhenhamphotography.wpcomstaging.com/2026/09/15/of-friendship-and-coffee/ 

make the drive - the ride - make the time

to reconnect in person, face to face.

I'm grateful when this happens, getting the chance to see someone again after a while. I should make more of an effort but time and communication kind of get in the way. 

Bike racing? Yeah, admittedly one of the best things about going to race bikes is seeing friends. This is a social circle of people I, for some reason, only ever see at bike races. Probably in large part because I'm too much and no one is actually a friend but they know me and will tolerate me around a CX race course for a few hours a couple times a year.

I have to be careful, projecting how I feel and what seems to be the reality with other's perceptions is a fine line. The reality is, if I needed someone to come let the dog out while we're gone for a long day, I have basically just my brother to call. No one else really. And that feels pretty isolating.

But to the point of the link at the top of this, driving a long way to do see people and or do something, is always worth it. Esp when those people mean something to you.

Life is short - our time is limited and if you're lucky you'll be burdened with the guilt of remembering the last time you saw someone.

Amor Fati Motherfuckers

heddwch
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still not right

(some how this got stuck in a scheduled purgatory and should have been posted on the 8th - oops)

Back is getting better but it's not there yet. 

Tried some CX yesterday, just slow dismounts and stuff. All good. But putting power down still causes a bit of pain and I want it better not prolonged. So I skipped smackdown today.

Rode the Crockett tho. Lightly geared singlespeed wasn't a bad choice. Refreshed the sealant in the tires and that seems to *knocks on wood* be holding air a bit better on the rear tire. 

The pain is annoying. And as pointed out in previous posts, the left hip/iliac crest area takes way longer to heal than the right side. But at least I can almost get dressed standing up again. 

Big bummer as the fitness falls away even if only a little. August was a good month on the bike. September starting off, not so much. 

Such is life. Adjustments to having an empty house, to not having someone home with the dog most of the days. Plus and minus. 

It's frustrating because it had all been so good for so long. But again. It's not so bad really, eh? Not so bad. Just can't really pedal hard not had a pain free night sleep in almost two weeks. Hell the shoulder was keeping me awake well before this. 

So fuck sake who knows how long it's been. 

I'm tired. 

But itching to pedal. 

I'll take it but wish I could pedal hard, wish I was rested. Getting a handle on that last one has been proving elusive.

Amor Fati Motherfuckers

Heddwch

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Pushing through pain

 Is way easier when all you have to do is turn the pedals and keep going.

When one needs to deal with the pain and also be productive and work? Yeah that's not as natural. Is that because riding is a pain adjacent/creation? Maybe.

I'm broken, again. Hopefully not as broken as I was the year my father died and I lived with a constant rotation of Salon Pas patches and Aleve for a month or two. This is different but maybe not so different.

How'd I get to this point?

Here's the comprehensive list that have been recorded

 Going through the Birthday rides, I don't remember before - but might need to dig through the blog to see what happened before strava...

+ 2025: with Goldberg https://www.strava.com/activities/15641634458

- 2024: department retreat https://www.strava.com/activities/12280827676
no ride - no one mentioned my b-day there

- 2023: raining https://www.strava.com/activities/9748970769
but got a goldberg ride home https://www.strava.com/activities/9752456878

- /+ 2022: https://www.strava.com/activities/7728295915
smackdown - goldberg showed up
Also took the Adroit to the beach https://www.strava.com/activities/7726492893

+ 2021: https://www.strava.com/activities/5878269572 with goldberg

+ 2020: MTB with Syl - huge crash https://www.strava.com/activities/3987229545

- 2019: Department retreat again this time over at URI https://www.strava.com/activities/2665708830
https://www.strava.com/activities/2664751814 (analog bike - long day on either end of the retreat

- 2018: just a commute https://www.strava.com/activities/1540834016

- 2017: another department retreat: https://www.strava.com/activities/1160518717

+ 2016: solo - saw Paul - filled bottles with beer https://www.strava.com/activities/694772969

+ 2015: solo - https://www.strava.com/activities/381350955

+ 2014: The ride to Soccer tournament Saw Matt, Frankie and Cort on the way up https://www.strava.com/activities/187327328
And back with CF https://www.strava.com/activities/187590558

+ 2013: With Becca to Boston https://www.strava.com/activities/78782876

Were there rides before this? Maybe, are they on strava? Nope. Are they recorded here? Most likely but digging through those is trauma i'm not looking to revisit.

Big few days

 Got kid moved in and sorted out.

then took yesterday off, got a handful of small projects done, finally watched Death Race (the one with Stratham) from start to finish (in two sittings) after seeing part of it w/o sound on a flight somewhere years ago.

and figured out how to take the washing machine apart. At least the front and the motor. There's some weirdness going on. Not spinning fast enough sometime, or most of the time. Motor mounts are weird and loose but maybe that's normal. Belt is def worn, could just need a new one of those, or maybe the transmission is messed up. Or all of the above. Got it apart finally. Then put it back together. Only to see the tension spring sitting on the floor. I have to have the motor out to put it in. Took 10 minutes to tear it down, put the spring back in and put it back together. I don't want to admit to how long it took to get it all apart the first time. 

And then after that got cleaned up and headed down for the Thursday night Shop ride at NBX. Yeah it is a bit of a drive for a bike ride. But it was good to catch up with Ben and the gang. And to, yes, confirm, I need to submit another warranty claim for the iso-speed on the Madone.

Needed that hangout, driving home I had a def improvement in mood. Although at the start of the ride I kind of didn't really want to be there. At the light house (turn around point and photo spot) my left foot didn't want to clip in, but I got it in and instantly felt something weird. The cleat was moving around. 'Oh great' this is the fast section of the ride I was hoping to go fast, but I also didn't want my foot pulling out on a hill or anywhere for that matter. But I also wanted to try and ride fast. So I did what I could do and kind of pedaled with 1 1/2 legs. Def couldn't got as hard as I wanted in a few spots and got gapped twice. Pulled it back ones but not the second time. Ate hot dogs and burgers and chatted for a while after. It was good, cleat didn't fall out, I want to go back and maybe not get dropped. At least cleat had the issue last night and not sunday.

I did wear those shoes on the commute today and they seem good. Tightened them up after I got it. Will probably snug them down one more time. 

But earlier in the day - the miracle was Molly let me sleep till 5:55. This morning? 430 was time to get up - I kind of managed to snooze her until 4:55 and she was jsut being persistent. It was so dark though that I made coffee and did the puzzles until there was SOME light in the sky. 

We had our walk and went home scanned some negatives and now writing while super hungry because I got on the scale and back to late January weight. I think the miracle of february won't happen again but I can hope and maybe it will, but I also can cut down on calories in and just be hungry.

Big list of stuff I need to do today. Got the most important thing done that I had agency on the timing, two things are not my timing and the rest I'll squeeze in somehow, or not.

Feeling better - but now I'm sort of anxious about other stuff. Still working to avoid other people but less of a stress than it was before. And hey, if you're up for a good road ride on Sunday let me know.

Amor Fati Motherfuckers

Heddwch
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There's a route

 I kind of took a bit of last year's route and ran it backwards, kind of. I really didn't want to head to the 'hills' of western RI/CT, south county just felt not quite right so LC and Westport it is.

Route is 110 miles. Anyone is welcome to join, pace isn't going to be too fast but we're not going to go that slowly. Unsure is we do a start at Borealis on the bike path for espresso start or just get rolling and pick people up along the way. 

The three of you reading this probably aren't #1 any where close geographically #2 not ready for 110 miles in late August heat, #3 already doing something. 

But if you aren't any of those and want to ride all day with me drop me a note - ya probably know how to contact me.

Yeah - my favorite time of the year

 That's sarcasm BTW. EVERYTHING has a dark depressing caste to it right now. Innocuous statements trigger anger, resentment and sadness. 

If you've been reading this for a while - in Thom P's words "all three of you" then you know what time of year it is or you remember now. It isn't even the day, but it is about the day.

On grief and memories

 Singer songwriter Glen Hansard died suddenly, riding his motorcycle home from a session. 

The lines from Gordon Bok singing No Man's Land came instantly to mind:
"I hope you died quick and a I hope you died clean"

It was rough, that whole being basically the same age as me (he looked way older than me to my eyes but maybe I look that old now).

His songs...  the movie The Commitments... he was always a figure in the music background but unlike Gordon Bok or Dick Gaughan or many others wasn't ever the hugest name presence in my head.

Fire and stuff

 Mike wrote about fire it is, like all his columns, a really solid read.

So this fire stuff, we're all being impacted but what are we doing about it?

I've been clamoring about it for 3 decades now. Yes, my degrees are in this field. I have had lots of direct hands on training in the application of the techniques and the science behind it and the ecological history of this continent, esp the North East, high mountains of the west and south west and the pacific north west.

Specifically clamoring that fire is an important part of the ecosystem on this continent.

Jack pine is another species that is fire dependent and is essentially gone from the East Coast because of that now.

There's an anecdote from Michigan State University, might take a few posts but it is worth sharing

50-60 or more years ago the MSU Dept of Forestry was managing a small native forest just south of campus. Actively taking a roll using controlled burns, selective harvest and a host of other silvicultural techniques.

It was gorgeous. Open trails under the canopy. No invasive species. Paths and all.

And then what happened? An environmental club found out that it the big bad evil forestry department was doing stuff in there and waged a successful campaign to cease any human intervention into the natural area.

By the time I got to MSU this woodland was choked with invasive understory and useless

And there was genuine incredulity that it could get bad if humans left it alone. It wasn't actually bad it just was different. But when it was managed it was useable and safe and clear and people thought it was just naturally like that.

Think about why indigenous cultures were nomadic.

There's a reason - they actively worked with and likely used fire to keep the understory of the forests clear.

It is it too late to start managing? No, never.

The planet doesn't give a shit about us, it will bounce back no matter what.

Should we care if it is a suitable environment for humans? Yes

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there's a lot going on - so many things to work on - human rights - equal rights - surveillance state - creepy weirdos who used to be cool now thinking Boston is a giant shit hole full of crime and looting and terror who say this even though they haven't been there in years and years - we've got people afraid of other people because they listened to a u-toob groomer with deliberately false but just plausible enough of a sound to lure in weak white dudes and here we all.

Shit is crazy. And people are crazier. Hard to get people to care about working to keep the planet habitable for humans and the current species selection when their own personal lives are at risk or that they feel like there's no reason not to while they work to accumulate as much capital as possible through exploitation and gaming the system. 

So we go one. We do what we can, we work to make a difference, even when it seems futile. We try, we have to recognize what we can influence and focus on that, and hope there's a ripple effect and good can spread.

Give a shit about others, esp if they are different. Listen to them. But if you listen and they turn out to be just flat out evil and intolerant? Walk away, or punch them, but walking away may be more effective.

This shit is hard.

Amor Fati Motherfuckers

heddwch
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Strangeness

 After last week, that heaviness, and fatigue, when someone pointed out that I was either burned out or depressed and I quipped back only partly joking 'why not both' this week feels better.

Lighter in a way. 

I had to bail on working at the shop on saturday - i was way too cracked. I took two naps! TWO! ME? WHAT THE FUCK. 

Yes, I was tired. And yes I drank a normal amount of coffee AND STILL TOOK TWO NAPS! 

Fucking exhausted.

Went out for the Dirt Church, and we hit the 666 trail with Jim, Freddie and Syl. I haven't been on it since I almost killed myself taking the handlebar to the neck, so it was a little strange.

But also strange in that I rode the technical stuff better than I have maybe ever. Only stalled out because I was on the singlespeed and the gearing was tall and I got caught in a low power spot on the pedal stroke. It was crazy, riding lines that normally mess me up and riding things really well. 

BUT that also was paired with an unexpected issue. Sure I was riding the rock gardens and the technical stuff so well I would ride myself back onto Fred and Syl's wheels, BUT, once we got to the go fast swoopy stuff - I couldn't make myself go fast. Like my body was all FUCK NO we ain't going fast enough to die again out here. 

I'm already at peace with not racing 666. I'll ride that trail but racing? Not this year at least.

So instead of 666 I went to smackdown. It was hot, and John was going to lead the B's but as we rolled out and the A's were ahead and I was alongside John on the front, worrying about why I was in the wind at all and worse right at the beginning, John said - "can you take over leading so I can go ride with the A's" I hesitated a bit, me? Mr has gotten dropped every smackdown (except this year)? Um...  then he saw Kipp behind me and delegated it to him and took off.

So Kipp was leader of the Bs.

And then he got a flat.

And surprisingly enough, we had an amazing ride. There was a group rotating through, a group not rotating through and I ended up in the rotation, in spite of my attempt to stay out of the wind. Each time I was there I got worried I'd get spit out the back. But, I didn't get dropped on Pine (what?) I didn't get dropped on Carpenter (extra what?). Noah went up and reigned Mark (different Mark who was insistent on going as fast as fucking possible and kind of killing the vibe and the group) in a bit and kept it civilized going north on Perryville. But then I wound up leading up Homestead onto Rocky Hill. That's uphill and I was SURE I'd get spit out. I didn't. Crested Rocky Hill 3rd wheel and away we went. Back on the front going into Hillside (HOW THE FUCK DAMNIT) and powered up the first pitch on Hillside, lost some ground in the middle and was tag end up the final pitch, but got in with the group and chased back until it all came together before the left. When things started winding up on Walker before the sprint, THAT's when my legs were all - hey yeah, we're done. But still was only a second or two behind everyone - not really off the back just on the back.

Took a photo but was slow getting phone back in jersey pocket and had to chase way harder than I wanted to into the wind down West and only just got back on the wheel after they turned right onto 152.

Made it home. But fast because we caught the A group rolling through EP and I rode about 2x as fast as I wanted to on the bike path with John, Sarah, Louie and Johnny and this time no danger of cramping. Crazy.

I did make one change to the bike. Solobreak made some comment about raising the seat. And the different saddles kind of confound bike fit. So yesterday morning I dug out that special 5mm that you need to adjust the seat height and when I got to work I put a silver sharpie mark on the post and raised it. 

And I think it was a very good thing. We'll see tomorrow. Although maybe Rude Rudy will cancel because of air quality but maybe not. Mostly noticeable was reduced cramping, post ride and last night. Also i was shifting less in the saddle and hands were more stable and consistent on the bars. not sure I was faster but the benefits were, so far, all positive. 

Oh and FATMARC is back https://fatmarc.blogspot.com/ check it for his Wed rides. I made the comment and genuinely mean it when reading them all made me very happy. 

And yeah I'm partway through reading the three legged stool and realizing I have my own kind of thing like that - writing isn't as big of a factor if at all, probably because I've never gotten paid for it, but the photography - either the Nanoscape SEM stuff or the black and white film/digital work, might be the creative balance to the cycling and wrenching and all that.

I'm sitting here - feeling tired, but this is a holy shit my legs are feeling it and I'm sleepy but not dead kind of burnt out tired. That good one. 

Anyway. Lunch time is over and fuck me it might be olden times because I spent the time writing here instead of eating and now I have to go help and maybe eat later. 

Amor Fati Motherfuckers

heddwch,
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insert clever title

 I'm sitting here at home this morning. Thinking and drinking more coffee. I should maybe have some breakfast, I should be out riding instead of sitting here. But it is hot, and I'm still tired and an extra day of rest is something I know is a good idea even if I'd rather be out on the bike.

And that was a long but fast eight years

 Today (not yesterday as I thought and posted on the microblogging thing) is the first day of sobriety eight years ago. Waking up having finished the bottle of vodka the night before, feeling like shit, seeing that Bourdain killed himself the day before... well that was it.

Boom, done, no more.

8 years later, still sober. Less messed up than I have been in a better space, but still lacking confidence and still way to hard on myself.

The rest of the prints having shown up yet, but maybe they will get here someday.

Lots of things have ended for the season, trying re-calibrate. Going to make an attempt to ride smackdown today. We'll see how that goes, I'm guessing my fitness is pretty poor but gotta start somewhere. Fitness isn't zero but it is a long way from feeling good is my guess. 

Need to add in a whole day on the bike at some point soon. Not sure when. 

I did ride in the woods Saturday and Sunday after a long week and commuted yesterday and am feeling TIRED right now. I need some of that special fountain of youth energy. Or a Red bull (on top of all the coffee). But yeah - I'm yawning and shit.

Out of practice writing. Still recovering from all all the photography in Georgia and the editing and all that. Energy sapped.

But we keep putting one foot forward and we keep moving on.

heddwch
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PS - I did mean to get into more about the last 8 years sober when i started but maybe the post lunch food has made me even more tired and words just aren't flowing so - maybe later.

The prints have returned

 It's a bit exciting. I haven't seen these since the gallery closed suddenly in 2022.

The prints from Desert Nanoscape of Saguache...  the ones I've talked about and haven't see in a while

I wrote these words other places - posted a video/story on IG (will be there till tomorrow)

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This collection means a lot to me.

I feel like I should expand on that last line.

It was a project that I asked my Dad to help with. I sent him a small box with empty little glass vials, a sheet to write down what went in each and a simple criteria: Dry, Fit in [vials], Different.

This was just after he moved permanently to Saguache, CO.

I got the samples back and started looking at them.

12 samples. All from the high mountain desert. It wasn't quite what I expected. I thought maybe more mineral samples, rocks, different soil. it was mostly plants. And that was very cool

I went through and collected hundreds of images covering all the different things. Printed them out and shared them with him. We went through it and for his subdued self I think it seemed like it was a very cool set of images.

And then it kind of languished. No concrete outlet for the prints.

A few weeks after he passed, it came up, one thing led to another and a gallery opportunity came up. And the spring of '22 became extra insane. Show went up. People came to the opening.

And then more or less nothing after that.

Gallery closed w/o notice or warning. There was talk about taking it on the road, getting into Wash U in StL.

Nothing.

And now most of them are back here with me. To do what? I don't know.

Maybe I just need to put a price tag on them and sell them.

But they connect me, meaningfully, to my Dad

and so it begins and ends

 The semester, teaching, and an intangible, unmentionable ending.

Realizing that this feeling every year at the end is very much like grief. It was massive work, huge effort but also rewarding and satisfying but now over. A void that won't be filled until next year.

Empty.

The first year this happened I kicked off a MASSIVE mileage May. The year I was 10 miles short of winning the competition. A month if an insane number of rides, a month of taking the long way in every day, taking a day off each week to go do a 100 miles, it was crazy. I thought it would shed some of the weight (it didn't). It did give me a boost of fitness I hadn't seen since 2013, but it was short lived and here I am. 

Older now, still searching, still wondering if I've made the right choices along the way, wondering what is next, how best to move forward.

Will I ever know? Whispers of mortality as friends and family deal with heart issues or other medical issues, some chronic, some acute. I ran to get to an honors defense on time Friday morning and my knee has been grumpy since. I think maybe more calf muscle attachment at the knee but it is manifesting in a bit of inflammation. Didn't stop me from doing back to back singlespeed rides this weekend. Saturday was longer but I felt much worse than today. Just slow, but then everyone else slowed down and I kept going to same speed. Today I had even less punch and some of the uphill technical sections I never have an issue with were just simply not rideable. Tired, mentally and physically. 

Trying to get through it all. One step at a time.

Tomorrow is a big day here - for reasons I can't talk about. Not bad just big.

Soon we'll be heading back to New Jersey near Philadelphia and then a few weeks after that Georgia.  Then the summer will be here. May stretches out between, both interminably long but also seemingly impossibly short.

Photos, taking photos still. Feels like a muse vanished, was there, now gone. Feels like inspiration was flowing and now stopped. Feels like there was a future, now not. 

And then there's all the shit happening in the country and the world and I've been so cranking busy that I have barely registered anything. 

Things were really good, then the last three weeks have seen a steady or catastrophic implosion. Yup. Wrapping up the semester, intense weekends, travel that was stressful but worth it.

Life happening. But it feels muted right now. 

Maybe I need to be more disciplined about writing here. Maybe that will help. But probably not. 

Will keep posting photos - pushing myself to create, document, look, refine my style... make, art.

and ride bikes

heddwch
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Time warping?

 Still one armed man in a hanger factory or however that saying goes. 

Give this a listen, I think it is kind of perfect. 

Back from a day in New Haven. Only a handful of photos (less than 700) to go through. Hoping to batch edit most of them. Maybe cull a bunch of out of focus ones. 

Got lucky getting in a launch, knowing the other team's coach helps quite a bit. But no pressure for instant delivery because the in house creative crew was there. So these are just for the team. If the media person wants them they can ask. 

Pick back up at it again next week in New Jersey. Took me until yesterday to finish the final edits for the team from last saturday. Hoping that today's set can be delivered before friday.

Haven't been riding much other than commuting. Is it enough? I guess so. Might make an attempt at Smackdown on Tuesday if the weather is okay. Full committed to getting dropped early but we'll see how it goes. Tomorrow maybe Dirt Church. 

A few more weeks of insanity before maybe some different insanity starts up.

Life's crazy

Amor Fati Motherfuckers

heddwch
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whoops

 Well I hadn't planned on letting this lapse like this

but fuck me shit is crazy

no time or when i have time I'm exhausted and behind in lots of stuff

like keep on top of this

whatever this is

but what has been even longer of a gap than between this and the last post?
the last time i've ridden in the woods on the MTB

i NEED to get back out there

hoping this weekend REALLY hoping

that is all or something

i don't know

i'm tired there's a lot of shit to be worried about less shit to control and influence and that is tough

but i'm still here, hanging on doing what I can which is probably not enough but it has to be

be kind

amor fati motherfuckers

heddwch
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First time

 First time I've gotten non-functionally sick while teaching class. Monday was rough but okay.

This morning was okay but by the end of 2 hrs of talking my voice is now gone. Monday nights coughing was terrible. Last night was better but still not much sleep and not great but taking the guaifenesin w/o the cough suppresent was the smart move or maybe it didn't matter. It sucks and this really sucks.

Tested positive for RSV saturday and I'm still not better. 

Bike path isn't clear, way too much snow for the plow. So I'm riding the ebike because not feeling well and having to deal with the road and all the ice on the road (studded tires) is good but now I'm getting the short crank pain from riding it. And it is only Wednesday and I have at least tomorrow to get through. Would be great to feel well enough Friday to be back on normal length cranks but we'll see. 

And with the bike path shut down, the insane ride on the busy street and not feeling great, I've been unable to find the space or the visuals to finish the roll in either the p17 or the spotmatic. And that's also frustrating and adding to the malaise. And then there's all the other shit going on. Not to mention there's too much snow and it isn't packed (too cold to actually pack) to ride skinny mtb tires in the woods. And my crank is still halfway off the mid-fat bike that 'MIGHT' work on the packed foot path in the snow but need the part to arrive first. So no MTB riding, no photography, no bike path and light house and stuff, and yeah... 

I haven't felt this sick in a really long time, this RSV thing suuuuuuucks. And I haven't been able to just rest, esp now that classes have started and there's no one to cover them for me and there is so much material to cover. 

But hey at least commuting in when it is 18°F (or freedom degrees) isn't cold anymore. I mean it is cold but also feels kind of normal.

When is all this fucking snow going to melt? Soon? yeah no. More snow possible this weekend? Oh great.

Gotta keep pushing and trying to make it all happen

amor fati motherfuckers

Heddwch
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open tabs stuff

 I'm still, occasionally opening all tabs and going through the corner of the internet I have bookmarked and arranged into two tabs. Currently called 'Open Tabs 3.0a' and 'Open Tabs 3.0b' (41 and 38 respectively) 

Now one of the micro blogging platforms has taken up a pile of my time/attention. There has been some great film discussion (analog as in taking photos, not as in movies) lots of amazing artists sharing their work and some shit posting. But it is also chock full of fellow ASD folks who don't interact much beyond that and are currently terrified/frustrated/outraged/hopeless/all of the above and don't know what to do besides call their congress people and vent. Is it healthy? No but neither is the state of affairs. But that's all for that previous post. 

So given previous post, and me showing up late to work, and then not eating breakfast and then waiting till noon to eat lunch because 1pm meeting and then eating so fast, and still being hungry, well. Lets open all tabs. There a few new bookmarks, two substacks in particular. Now, I have a beef with that platform, it is up there with that OG micro-blogging place in terms of rotten to the core and funding the bad people, so my current policy is to read a very few specific ones, but I won't share links. Also I don't feel comfortable paying for premium access and that kind of sucks because Amanda Batty's got some good stuff going and can use the support, and Mike Ferrentino is doing a deep dive into back issues of BIKE mag for his paid subs but paying into a platform like that? For now it is a no go, gotta draw a line somewhere, being broke with zero discretionary funds does make it easier. There are really only two others that I have been reading with regularity and that's feldmancat's and enzotcat's. I'll put in an IYKYK for that. And if you do you do. If you know me you also know other stuff as to why I'm following along. Another IYKYK and you probably don't or if you do maybe you can put the pieces together. If not no worries.

I am not usually that obviously cryptic. Most of the time I'm so cryptic I confuse myself on the re-read.

All that's a pre-amble to something totally different. And of course I'll probably run out of time. 

Oh - check the IG (link on the sidebar) been posting more photos there lately. Because why not.

So yeah - Patrick O'Grady. Kind of funny, Patrick and Mike F are two of the people from in the way back machine I'd always said I'd love to have a beer with. O'Grady sobered up before I did. So maybe we just get a cup of coffee some day. or not.

He posted the Truckin' live song in memory of Bob Weir. I am NOT a dead head, never have been, never went to their shows, but I have heard their music. 

Listening to this I'm reminded that most of the stuff I've heard are radio edits that are not 10+ minutes long. I'm also not a Phish fan (shocking). So listening to this I kind of was reminded while I'm familiar with the songs, the live stuff is alien to me. It is still excellent and I can acknowledge these guys were good, just not really my thing.

So here: you get to listen to it here if you want.

Or go read P O'G's stuff (it is all good) and read about his reflection about BW

Tapping out and prep'n for the new hurdle at 1pm. Need more coffee for this, and *waves hands around* that too

oh and coffee - coffee grinder got all fucked up somehow. I think maybe I have it working again, that was an ordeal and not a great process but we'll see...

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