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July 05, 2003

july 5th

so here we are. july 5th. day one of the tour du france. oh to be in the hills of france. day one of my tour du ? where oh where will i go? july 5th. dana catanzaro masters' birthday. the sun has just broken through the clouds. the wind is playful. and i am off. if you happen to find yourselves curious, christian kiefer will be writing here, my updates from the road. phone messages left here and there like dreams. like gentle words, from old lovers. i leave you with some tom robbins~

"upon those travelers who make their way without maps or guides, there
breaks a wave of exhilaration with each unexpected change of plans. this
exhilaration is not a whore who can be bought with money nor a neighborhood
beauty who may be wooed. she (to persist in personifying the sensation as
female) is a wild and sea-eyed undine, the darling daughter of adventure,
the sister of risk, and it is for her rare and always ephemeral embrace, the
temporary pressure she exerts on the membrane of ecstasy, that many men
leave home."

Posted by jeff at July 5, 2003 09:40 AM

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off he goes! A nervous but excited Jeff Pitcher took off down the road with his bike and cute little trailer, flag waving in the air. I followed him a bit to make sure everything was working great and then turned for home.
He's just out there. I sit there at home....and he's out there. I will go to work on Monday and he will still be out there....riding and riding and riding.

Posted by: kristina at July 5, 2003 03:38 PM
   


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