endure this tragedy

"you should know by now
that we never come in peace..."

fate

the word "disaster" comes so quick


so quick, so quick.

nowhere to run...nowhere to hide

well. that was the strangest autumn ever.

florida's first frost. i saw it this morning as i left my hood.

my...hood.


there's one patch of city grass right as i get to hwy 27. it's not even suitable for a swingset but i saw it: one oddly shaped patch in the naked section, dew in the form of ice, maybe ten feet around, total.

in all of that, i still felt slightly overdressed. gloves, beanies, and bandannas are the best things. two layers of sock.

and a t-shirt in the bag.

welcome to the FL.

it's november.

w - w - w

remember kids:


Wool stays Warm when it's Wet.




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i can count the number of times i've been honked at on my way to or from school this semester on one hand.


one of those fingers was this morning. (ha!)


listen, in case you didn't know:

it's dangerous for cyclists to swerve in traffic. because of this, if i'm on a street that is narrow, and one block down it widens, and then one block further it narrows again, i'm NOT going to take advantage of that extra room for the one block it lasts.

because then i'll have to swerve back into line when the road narrows again. and that's not safe for any of us.

get over it.

besides, i always catch you at the next red light. and pass you.

strongly disagree, disagree, no opinion, agree, strongly agree

just for the record, when you take undergrad psych classes at a research university, you will probably be required to be test subjects in grad student's experiments.

i know i am.

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it's interesting. these days, it's really easy for me to write riffs. but no lyrics. until recently.

i've now got about two pages of random lyrics. which is good. i wish i had time at night to work on it. that's when i'm most creative.


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so, autumn. it's here. and it's awesome. isn't it perfect weather for camping? isn't it?


isn't it??

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here's some haikus i wrote about riding a fixed gear bike:

:cycle:

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cloud of morning breath
quick look over left shoulder
morning comes too soon
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dry and crumbled leaf
you travel with me, lowly
earthen ash and dust

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down this morning hill
legs increasing cadence still
test of faith? or skill?

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red light, o despair!
for i can only stand there
i have no balance!

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bullhorns cold in hand
climb the evening hill fast
over all too soon

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epilogue
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oh god i forgot
my lights and now i am dead
stupid DST
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blazin highs! white castle fries only come in one size...

tuesdays at work are always frustrating. there's never anything to do, because we've done it all and so i have to look busy when the boss is around.

college life is way to easy.

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alright, 32308 and surrounding areas: we need to be done with this rain thing. i'm tired of riding the less fun bicycle.

in other news, the talloween 3 race is this saturday! three or four hours of riding around tallahassee until midnight or later, scavenging for glory. and prizes.

scavenging.

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in yet other news, i'm now in the process of trying to get my gear together to play shows. do you have any gear you don't want? specifically reverb pedals, a/b pedals, any pedals? or any tips on stuff. i've played less than 10 shows in my entire musical...career.

or i'll just do it trial by fire. come watch me play.

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i've got my drink and my two step.

yes i do.

truly guilty of being white

i'd really love to write a diatribe about how much injustice there is in this world, in our society, even in our city. i'd love to write about closed-minded people and lack of a true forum of debate.

i'd love to point these things out and make it mean something, make it make sense but i'm too worn out by it.

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the other night, i got scared. not fear, really. more of a mild panic followed by sullenness and elements of depression. i was heading east and i noticed winter clouds, the ones high up, covering the sky in front of me. i'm not ready for being cold. i'm not ready for shivering and being wet and miserable. i love the warmth, even though i've been wishing for it to go away, waiting for it.

years don't stop. but spring seems really far away.


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it might rain today and so i rode the rain bike. i've been riding the fixed gear and loving it: it fits me very well, and is a pleasure to ride. but today, the rain bike. which is a great bike. but after i got to school, my left hand had arthritic pain. i'm sort of prone to it, but it's been a year maybe since i've had it. maybe it's just the weather.

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history sucks. sorrow is a sage.