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Shots fired.
Posted in: The Fack RanchI feel like the mice and I had come to a fairly reasonable understanding about our shared lease on the Bike Clubhouse. Then they hit the fun gear drawer. Shots fired, meeces.
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Reading in coffee shops
“Thus you can throw yourself flat on the ground, stretched out upon Mother Earth, with the certain conviction that you are one with her and she with you. You are as firmly established, as invulnerable as she, indeed a thousand times firmer and more invulnerable. As surely as she will engulf you tomorrow, so surely…
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Present
Posted in: Lost & FoundThere’s only the present moment. The past and future don’t exist save in your insistence that they do. Buy the day-old cinnamon roll to go with your lunch. The Universe put it on the counter by the cash register for you to see.
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All the News that’s Fit to Print
Posted in: BikesSome of you might be wondering, “After I go for an extended mixed-surface ride with my homie that involves several deep water crossings, how many pages from the Acadie Nouvelle do I use to dry out my shoes in the sun?” The answer would be six. Three pages per shoe. No more, no less.