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March 08, 2004

there, in the water

headbadge.jpg

i was going to write about my new bike, and the beauty of the headbadge which guides its way forward. i was going to write about how i have such mixed feelings about playing a show tomorrow night at the makeout room. i was going to write about the wind. the slow growth of my hair.

but then i discover that Spalding Gray's dead body was found in the East River, and i grow sad. i don't know why i grow any more saddened by this, than i do my friend heather's tales of dying children in Africa. {she is there working as a medic in refugee camps in Liberia} i suppose because Liberia seems so far away and miserable beyond my conception. so different from my own reality, that i cannot taste it. i guess Spalding Gray was closer to home; i've seen him speak many times. and so, what do i say? people come and go, they come and go. some of them we meet, and love, and laugh with, and laugh at, and read their books, and hear their songs. others just come and go. six year old children that die in the arms of a relief worker in the front seat of a car bumping its way around Africa. Spalding, there in the water. bloated, and full of stories untold.

today the wind is here. my hair grows slowly. my bicycle is beautiful. tomorrow i will sing and play guitar. kristina will play cello. people will hear my songs. the music.

Posted by jeff pitcher at March 8, 2004 01:51 PM

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it's odd to think that just a few miles from my house, spaudling gray had one of his first
suicide attempts...off a bridge that overlooks the body of water that leads to shelter island...a neighbor talked him down before he was able to do any harm to himself...one can only imagine how he must have been feeling...the view from the bridge in the late afternoon is incredible...

Posted by: old friend at March 8, 2004 03:55 PM

beautiful photo, beautiful entry....loved this one.

Posted by: jen at March 9, 2004 05:15 PM

Wow, pitcher. Thats a nice frame. Mucho dinero. I wish I could afford to buy one of those, but I can't right now. Do you have all of the components installed already or do you need to get that stuff still? I see brake lines and shifter lines there, so I'm assuming you have everything. Man that must be like what, $3000.00. You must have a good job to afford that. Must be selling alot of cd's. Good for you. Me, I been on ebay alot buying used xtr parts for my mountain bike. I can't afford to go into hawk for new components. Well, I hope you have money left over for the trip to Maine. Thats not gonna be cheap either. I'd still be willing to sponsor you, "John Rensing is my daddy." on you jersey for $200.00 :)
John "who's your daddy." Rensing


Posted by: John Rensing at March 9, 2004 06:51 PM

What does it matter the expense of an object? Sounds like you've turned a shade of brighter green Rensing. Maybe you should take a trip to the snow, build a snow cave, and huddle with your scriptures a while to get better perspective on the things that you covet.

Posted by: ChinRingDingO at March 10, 2004 09:12 AM

Funny you should say that Chin. I'm headed to Yosemite on thursday. Gonna do some snowshoeing and picture taking. With the snowshoes I got on ebay and the Digital camera I got second hand. Heh. Me, green with envy? Sheeeeeeeiiiiiiit.
I am in the category of happiest man alive. I gots me a pregnat wife and sunny days. Spit, ding. And I'm fixin ta buy me a new truck. F-250, Turbo, I say, Turbo diesel, hoowee. (need to up the testosterone in here a bit)
With fuel prices going the way they are I'd rather burn that less refined higher btu and CHEAPER diesel fuel. I love the smell of diesel in the morning. Smells like victory.
Maybe I'll get flames painted on it.
John Rensing

Posted by: John Rensing at March 10, 2004 08:46 PM

daaayyyyaaammmm...That almost beats my Hemi all to hell.

Posted by: ChinRingDingO at March 11, 2004 08:39 AM
   


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