Category Archives: Winter

Highly Irregular

This is an unusual sight. I’m sitting in a bustling Starbucks by I-25 and out the window a bunny rabbit just hopped across the patio. And now I can’t see him any more. A few weeks ago I rode up the Apex trail in the wind and got something in my eye and all nightContinue reading “Highly Irregular”

Spring and Robert Lowell

Ah, Spring! Lovely warm, green, vibrant spring. I’m very glad that the earth, as it always does, has swung back around and our hemisphere has begun to lean again toward the sun, bringing us the myriad lessons of rebirth. And yes, a rebirth of riding, too, since I rode very little this winter. There wereContinue reading “Spring and Robert Lowell”

What I’ve Been Up To

I’ve been up to lots, but not riding much. Here’s an attempt to give you a visual sense of what I’ve been working on, thinking about, and obsessing over, lately. Amen, brother. Tonight is Daylight Savings, and I’m so ready to get out there. In the meantime, I’ve been squirreled away in the basement, ridingContinue reading “What I’ve Been Up To”

Yoga Christmas, With Sloth

It’s December, which means that it’s the time of the year where I totally feel like a fat, lazy, bland slob. I’ve been eating too much chocolate, too many cookies. And not working out at all. I’m reminded of my undergrad lit teacher, quoting Sloth, one of the seven deadly sins, in Marlowe’s Dr. Faustus:Continue reading “Yoga Christmas, With Sloth”

Cold, With Swan

I just finished up teaching a class on Mary Oliver, who is one of a handful of poets who make a living from writing. Her work is spare, simple, and melodic. Like another handful of poets, I’d say that she’s as much a philosopher as a poet, and therefore her work is primarily natural andContinue reading “Cold, With Swan”

Good Deal. Comes in Three Speeds.

Let me just say: I’m pretty sick of driving to and from work, five days a week, along the I-25 corridor. There’s the traffic, the lame FM radio that seems to play the same 15 songs over and over, the bad drivers, the jarring roads. Not to mention the significant car troubles we’ve endured latelyContinue reading “Good Deal. Comes in Three Speeds.”

Rambling Existential Questions, Inspired by a Bike Show and The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

I really want to go to the North American Handmade Bike Show here in Denver this weekend, but then again, I’m not in the market for a new, handmade bike made of bamboo, ash, titanium, vibranium, or compressed coffee grounds. Plus, it’s $20 bucks just to get in! (That bothers me. I wish it didn’t.Continue reading “Rambling Existential Questions, Inspired by a Bike Show and The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”