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the persistence of memory

November 3, 2024


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no can do

November 2, 2024

order of operations

precedence

 

parentheses-brackets-braces 

chicken lips

 

radiating from the source

the eye of the beholder

 

count to seven

en Español

 

try turning it OFF

then turn it back ON

 

Joanne brought cupcakes

they’re in the breakroom

 

correlation is strong

but   no go causation

 

don’t even think about it 

say “no go”

 

climbing that hill

just to roll back down

 

cycling in the

margins of futility

 

SHAVE  &  A  HAIRCUT

TWO  BITS

 

that seven note musical

call & response couplet 

 

blasting from the front rotor

of the electric ass bathtub

 

left hand feathering 

the caliper just so

 

more amusing than a

gas powered leaf blower

 

pedestrians alarmed

agitated and appalled 

 

it’s not for you

it’s amusing me 

 

repeating repeatedly

repetitions in the rain

 

cycling in the 

margins of futility

 

me: Mr McFeeley

laughing deliriously 

 

is it raining?

 

easy, ready, willin’, overtime

where does it stop?

 

where do you dare me

to draw the line?

 


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3-peat

November 1, 2024

Seeing the same thing

Three different ways

 

Saying the same thing

Three different days

 

same on the weekends

as the rest of the days

 

Same postcard

Different filter

 

Same silkscreen

Different hoodie 


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when a plan comes together

October 31, 2024


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bird by bird

October 29, 2024

they say a crow can hold a grudge for about 17 years...


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1983 Fuji Del Rey

October 28, 2024

I see a lot of bikes out there but I don’t really look at very many of them. I look past them, through them, over them, among them, around them. Once in a while I stop and actually take a closer look when a bike gets my attention. A classic steel road bike with its clean lines, gets my attention. 

 

The other day an ‘83 Fuji Del Rey got a double take out of me. As I looked it over my focus paused on the headset reflector mount still rocking the oversized rectangular white reflector that the original owner rolled out of the shop with in 1983. I like to think that the college student riding this bike today got it from his mom, or dad, or uncle, or neighbor. 

 

I’m into well placed reflectors. However the headset reflector bracket is not my style. It reminds me of bikes at BikeWorks, refurbished by volunteers that were too lazy or oblivious to ditch the rusty reflector bracket stacked in the headset and replace it with a simple spacer. Especially when the reflector was broken off long ago leaving just an unsightly remnant of yesteryear. 

 

These brackets also remind...

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full bubble off plumb

October 25, 2024

The magnet collection on my locker grows and changes as I find things on the ground or in my pockets. It moves it adds it subtracts it multiplies and it  divides. It speaks to me.  The cross of the bicycle jesus chain links are held up with a spoke magnet from an old bike computer. The Gary Fisher top cap with a dab of JB Weld is also riding on an old spoke magnet. That UW magnet is a ground score. 

 

I like bikes. I like magnets. I like bike magnets. I like found objects, junk piles, free shit, ground scores and random doo-hickies taken out of context and put back in line. Plumb bobs fashioned from found objects bring me joy. In situ resource utilization in more ways than one. I like symmetry and putting things in order, not just any order but some order that makes sense to me, today, but maybe not tomorrow. 

 

So I dropped a line, a plumb bob, to rein things in. A baseline to riff off. A punchline to rip off. A tagline to leave off. 

 

My first swing at things was a couple large steel washers I found in...

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this one is on the house

October 24, 2024

I met a non-dairy creamer
Explicitly laid out like a fruitcake
With a wet spot
Bigger than a great lake
Took me to the new church
And baptized me with salt
She told me, "liquor"
I am a new man
Hot freaks
This one is on the house
This one is better than ever
I walked into the house of miraculous recovery
And stood before king everything
And he asked me to join him in the red wing
Took me to pie land
Said, "I'm a thigh man"
I will be eternally hateful
Hot freaks
Hot freaks
Hot freaks
This one is on the house
This one is better than ever
And this one is on the house
This one is better than ever
This one is on the house
This one is better than ever
 
"Hot Freaks"
Guided by Voices
 

I’ve been mumbling “Hot Freaks” lyrics all the livelong day since I final-50-fucking-feeted a box of 360 cute little cuppies of Coffee Mate to some office worker working in some office.  

 


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destiny

October 23, 2024

Just sit right back 

and you’ll hear a tale

a tale of a fateful trip

 

don’t ask me about destiny

 

ask me about density

 

mass   ÷  volume

 

1 cm³  osmium = 22.6g

 

1 cm³  gold = 19.3g

 

1 cm³ hydrogen = 0.09g



1 cm³ bullshit = Eisentraut




Ron Sutphin told us at UBI that Albert Eisentraut said that every good story needs one cubic centimeter of bullshit. This Eisentraut write-up from 1987 is one of my favorites. 

 

The part about busting his ass for $15,000 maybe, rings true. Here's to doing what you want to do. 

 

One day at Elliott Bay, 33 John was dispatching and he sang the opening line of the Gilligan's Island song over and over and over for quite some time cracking himself up,  broadcasting to the radios of messengers all over the streets of Seattle.

 

27 years later the memory still cracks me up and Gilligan’s Island will always evoke 33 John doing what he wanted to do.

 

A chunk of osmium the size of your phone weighs 20 pounds. The most dense density. Put that in your pocket and sit on it....

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BIG TIME time ± 3:33

October 22, 2024

that guy took a photo on his way in

this guy got a photo on his way out


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