the long blue line
last night, mike schwartz and i sat to discuss the great sitting we will be doing together this coming summer. i wondered a bit about whether or not i should make a big to-do about it here with great pomp and circumstance, but decided to let the discussion {and possibly the trip itself} flow less like a torrent river, and more like the glassy constitution of the great lakes. which consequently, we will view while sitting.
you see, mike called me a few weeks ago to propose the idea of a bike trip together this summer. i was secretly planning one again, but figured i'd go alone, and wasn't all that certain of anything. well dear reader, what began as a molehill, has certainly become a mountain.
the great sitting.
yes indeed, mike schwartz and i will be riding our bikes from our homes {respectively berkeley and santa rosa} to maine. it amazes me, that the thoughts of this journey bring forth nothing but joy and excitement, lust even for the experience and the liberation. in some way, or even all ways perhaps, i feel as though the trip has already begun. as time moves, i will put up snippets of the latest developments, for this one will be a different animal entirely. this one will grow wings and this one will fly.
as i sit here at my computer this early afternoon, i stare at a map of the united states that i thumbtacked to my wall this morning. on said map, i have drawn our route, and i can hardly contain my excitement when i look at the blue line, running across the northern half of the united states. at this point, patience is the real battle. patience, patience, patience.
Posted by jeff pitcher at October 28, 2003 01:11 PM
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Their is a God, and he put me here for a reason. I'm not saying why. That's up too ya all to figure out. Having said that this site has gotten boooooring (little halloween lingo for ya).
Pitcher, you type about things that are interesting and water them down like drinks in a mexican bar, not that iv'e ever been to one but I watch movies. I ask myself " Does he smoke pot, then type this stuff?" But then I think, "No, he wouldn't get on a bike let alone ride to Maine".
Christ, I'm actually a bit jealous, I would love to do that. 'Course, I got other plans. As for your car, bleh, good riddance, painting it black was subconcious I'm sure. Hydrogen fuel cells, not in your life time. And when they do the liberal left will bitch about how dangerous they are to the public at large because of leaks or some other shit. It is a nuclear process after all. Shit, look at me typing, not a bit of anger or vitriol, must be gettin old, or maybe its the celexa kickin in. If your gonna have your own forum why not try and make the two people that read it think? Be precocious, or is that prevocative? Maybe presumtuous or even premenstrual, now that would be intreresting.
With all the pining over fall I've read here, this is my 2 cents. Fall is a contradiction for me.I must take it into consideration when designing a landscape for fall color is important in this neck of the woods. Yet, fall symbolizes dying. I don't want to die, yet I like to fuck. I'm at a loss. I think my only salvation is in a child of my own. Immortality through fucking. And people say their is no God.
keepin it real for my peeps, John
Posted by: John Rensing at October 30, 2003 06:31 PM
Pay no attention to the rensing behind the curtain.
Posted by: ChinRingDingO at October 31, 2003 08:42 AM
