if i wrote a blog
well, if i actually did write a blog on the irony of being a circulation manager and a bike commuter, i guess this would be a good start. but i don’t. i rekon this’d also be the spot for a blog on urban outdoorism! i do actually have an idea what that means. i would also spell chick it. missspellings sux.
joel and i had a great short paddle saturday afternoon from the east hartford riverfront, up and around the flooded hockunum and down to wethersfield cove. the wind wasn’t bad at all on the river and except for cold fingers, i felt great. joel pointed out a bunch of hawks, eagles, other raptors and some nests. i pointed out that the strange sewage smell from the water treatment plant kinda smelled like BBQ, which stragely it did.
taking out at a very cold and windy wethersfield cove was very much that; cold and windy. actually maybe fuckin’ cold and windy would be better. my white fingers had no feeling by the time my boat was securely strapped to the roof rack. burrr. t’was so much warmer paddling down the river.
well, there were no biking adventures this morning, just a regular ride in. rain sucks. its gonna rain manana tambien. arrgggg!
Friday, April 11, 2008
test if i actually wrote a blog
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I tried to ride my bike yesterday, but after a little more than a mile, I got a stick caught in my bike and broke my derailleur hanger. At first, I thought it was the whole derailleur, and that had very sad. It wasn't and now I'm partially glad.
this makes no sense since i predated a later post that took place even farther back in the past. so now the first and most past seems not first nor most distant past, but rather here and now and seemingly unrelated to the others which, while now earlier, were actually birthed by the same.
i like being glad too!
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