Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Blah, Blah, Blah!

I have a long standing tradition of going through phases. I had a five year period where I could not stop drawing architectural (can I use that word if I don't have the degree?) floor plans and house designs. I was possessed. I read about all the mid century masters and visited some Wright buildings. I studied terms and memorized house names in the off chance I ever ran into anyone that was able to talk about such things.

I had a two year period of obsessive vintage snare drum restoration. EBay actually sent me an email saying I may have what they called a "problem". It reminded me of some bar tenders I knew in the eighties.

Until recently I have been a very focused cyclist (which is what I am, not a biker, which applies to Harley owners). I also surf when it's convenient and conditions are good. Once in a while I skateboard. These are all things I have done my whole life and every ten years or so I add another thing to the list.

Lately though all the things I used to day dream about at work have lost air. It could be the recent modifications to our trail system (Thanks Fay!) or it could be I am shedding my skin once again, in any case it's damned unnerving. I am never happier than in the throws of some senseless obsession. This blog has been a particularly good one. It allows me to be creative and say things that I don't normally get to say (without being interrupted or ignored all together).

Now I am no better than a plastic bag, in The Great Pacific Garbage Patch. I am stuck in a floating pattern that seems to have no beginning and no end. I hate all the food I used to like. I could really care less weather I ride or not, and on the off chance Juancho gets faster than me (in between stopping for food, and the random need to sit on the ground) I will be okay with it. Why? Because I have lost my ability to give a shit.

So until further notice, I will be sitting here waiting for rescue. The professor can get his own coconuts, I am on break.



Ms. Moon said...

To everything there is a season, Brother B. I am sure that while you are sitting there feeling empty, your mind is working away at the Next Big Thing.
It will creep up on you and then BOOM! back in the saddle of something. (I am preaching to myself, too.)
But honestly- this is the time of year when we are all in a sort of stasis.
Be patient with yourself.
Keep writing.

RickySilk said...

huh? wha? sorry... did you say something?

juancho said...

this is good news, should make getting faster than you that much easier.

reverend dick said...

Welllll, it's prolly that riding with all your softshell Flo-rida buddies is too easy. Come on out here and we'll make you love riding again....

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Anonymous said...

I'm just glad we haven't lost you to fantasy football like a bunch of other goobers I know.

I could really use some architectural drawings on how best to superficially transform my house into a cottage/craftsman style.

and I'm starting a new gun rental business; sounds like you have just the type of focus I need at the counter, ca ching!

juancho said...

Is the belltower rental an extra charge?

Human Wrecking Ball said...

I have a copy of "Catcher In The Rye" on me, where are my Beatles records?
Trench coat....check....I'll be right over mag. Do you guys finance?

Anonymous said...

WB, yes, I'll mail you a bullet after every check that clears.
J,I don't supply vertical advantage from which to get a proper angle.
Really, distance is so anonymous; plus I don't rent rifles either, only shotguns, .45's, and snub .38's. These seem to be best for the nervous first-timer.

BIG JIM S. said...

I've not ridden at all this week. You and me (and whoever esle joins in)are going to get re-motivated starting Sunday. Another 51 weeks of this type of inactivity and Juancho might catch us both.

Human Wrecking Ball said...

God help us!

Anonymous said...

you'll need a couple extra bullets for THAT bike as it passes you, I hear it's made of elven mithril

AucillaSinks said...

The weekend is at hand.

I heard pounding on the door.

Is Hanna beckoning you to play?

Human Wrecking Ball said...

I think she is gonna kick up to much stink for the wind to ever lay down.
I am watching though.

Anonymous said...

I stand corrected and must now take back my comment posted on the pages of and say, "Check you out, cyclist dude!" The soul of a poet rides on...seems fitting.

How fun to imagine your boys cooler than you! Our children do have a way of putting us in our historical place. I wish we had the opportunity to introduce our families.

Take very good care of you and yours,
Tricia Hardman Ogden