David--can I call you David?--I always love reading your comments, because you challenge me. I don't always feel up to the task, whatever it may be, but I'm feeling punchy tonight, so before I slip off to dreamland I thought I'd respond to request or two.
Dooce? And my aspirations? She is clever, amusing, and concise. I enjoy reading her blog, like yours, although I have no connection to her in real life whatsoever. Something in her words connects with me. I want to have that effect on other people.
Spongy bike? Yes. I've ridden a rigid for ages, and my body takes a beating for it. I'm not sure if you are familiar with the type of riding about which I write! I'm not liesurely peddling through the neighbourhoods. I'm battling streams and drops and 12% climbs. I'm hopping logs (well, boulders now that I live in a place bereft of trees). I have padded bike shorts, and I have ridden with a gel seat, but when you are being jiggled to bits by the likes of some golf-to-softball sized rocks beneath your tires, it becomes more sensible to go for shocks. I have been a purist for 14 years now. I'm old. I want suspension!
The rocks here are interesting. Perhaps not in the same way as the business cards you photographed. And it's probably illegal to pick up rocks from the desert here. At any rate if I did decide on some sort of interactive art project with them, I'd be hard pressed to engage passerby...because there are no passerby in the desert! I am going in a moment to rescue the digicam from Russell's truck. At some point expect to see photos of these most interesting rocks. Little shiny ones, large smooth round river rocks. Lava-looking rocks. There really is an astonishing array of stone around here. I used to marvel that folks back home used two or three different types of grass in their yards for effect. Now I catch myself noticing the same tendency in rock usage here. Strange world.
And with that, goodnight.
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It's morning over here, so Good Morning to you.
Yes, David is fine. Preferable, in fact.
Glad you felt challenged. Hope you feel like continuing to explain what you like about dooce. I like her writing, but not so much that I want to aim at that style of writing - yet I am unsure what others - yourself included - are so pleased with. I really liked Michael WInter's latest entry about Toronto. I went to sleep thinking about the way good writers inhabit their writing, as opposed to simply occupying it. Not entirely sure what I mean by that, but perhaps you can help explain it. :)
Bike. Yeah, okay, I get your point. I bought a Gary Fisher Big Sur some 5 years ago, but had them take off the suspension before purchase. I haven't regretted it. But there's no knobby riding around here. Up and down a few curbs is as close as it gets to bumpy. It's mostly mud and pavement.
I posted a commetn earlier that started with'It's morning here, so Good Morning to you', but it has disappeared....?/
will have to try again, once I remember what I said. Grrmph.
and now it's back. is this the twilight zone? what are Arizona twilights like? are you in a smogbound depression? or are there sublime open skies and infinite horizons?
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