Welcome to the new year, all cold and white, finally. Riding on this day isn’t possible. Being outdoors is possible only in small tokens of time (it’s 7 degrees here in Denver as I write), and so for a while, each day of the new year will now be spent under a roof, breathing artificiallyContinue reading “01.01.11”
Category Archives: Really Deep Thoughts
Acquisition = Good Citizen?
At our house, now that Christmas is over and we are finished cleaning up the detritus of plastic packaging, shiny bows, torn wrapping paper, and the like, we can play with our stuff. And, like most, there is a lot of new stuff. Yesterday, my two daughters opened around 12 packages each; we tossed outContinue reading “Acquisition = Good Citizen?”
Memory, Emerson, and the Speed of Time
Yesterday, I rode my single speed up onto North Table Mountain, just outside of Golden, on a new trail, one I hadn’t ridden before. The steep grade made turning the pedals over almost impossible. Slow I went, stopping a few times to regather myself and suck wind. I am well familiar with the pain ofContinue reading “Memory, Emerson, and the Speed of Time”
I am a nostalgic fool, though less so than I used to be. I sometimes find myself lost in the past, glorifying it, deifying it, lamenting it, deconstructing it. And really, most memories are all pretty wonderful in their own way. Or lousy. Or happy, or sad. Either way, I guess you could say thatContinue reading “Nostalgia”
November Riding. Part 2.
Seems like I am falling into a nice pattern–riding every Saturday. My two daughters, 6 and 8, have tennis lessons on Saturday morning, and afterward we drop by an exceedingly busy Starbucks to jostle for a table, where we chow on doughnuts and egg sandwiches. Then we’re over the river and through the woods toContinue reading “November Riding. Part 2.”
The Trail Always Lies Ahead
The season has begun in earnest, though the weather has been incredibly bad here in Denver these first few weeks of June–daily tornado warnings, wicked heavy hailstorms. Plus, as usual, I am a very busy man, with classes to teach, kiddos to hang out with, garden plots to weed, lawns to mow. Sometimes I wonderContinue reading “The Trail Always Lies Ahead”