What is this about? Like Father Like Son With the butt of the rifle resting against the boy’s right shoulder, the small pumphouse a quarter mile away loomed large in the viewfinder of the Unertl 10x telescopic sight. As his father talked about something beside him, the boy could clearly read the grafitti that covered …
No day like the first of the new year to replace some worn out parts on The Phoenix. Before rolling out this afternoon for the inauagual ride of 2008 with friends Andrew, Manny and Stephen, I replaced my long suffering (and suffered) campus pedals (platform on one side and clip on the other) with a …
So here I am in a brand new year and one of my many resolves for 2008 is to do something free-form creative here on a daily basis. Good? Long? Bad? Short? First person? Third? Doesn’t matter. What matters is that my imagination muscles get themselves some sort of regular exercise, though perhaps at your …
Having been cut loose from work early this afternoon on this the last day of 2007, I tacked on a a downtown detour to the ride home that ended up totaling 31 miles on December 31st to finish at 3,100 for the year. Three thousand one hundred and two point five miles to be exact. …
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This doesn’t come close to being a find of any type of archaeological proportions, but in a city so often faulted for covering up its history, I can’t help but feeling somewhat similar to what I imagine a palentologist might feel discoveringĂ‚Â preserved footprints of some ancient creature. In this case it’s the pawprints of …
Yup, with five days left of 2007, it’s right about now when I start mulling what I’ll make happen in the new year. So here’s where I’m at, and it’s all about keeping it simple and specific — no “read at least 16 books” or “lose weight” or other such vague and general nonsense. I …
…On the way to the office today. Actually two — actually three, with the third one teaching me a valuable lesson. 1) In what may very well be a quintessential L.A. rite of passage (or at least a case of what-are-the-odds timing), I intersected with the downward trajectory of a falling palm frond (loosed from …