This has been a hobby for a while. Total cost including the bike is under $100. I haven't priced my labor 'cuz this things for me. It's not done, but at least people have stopped asking what it is and are wondering why it is.

My bike is a boat. My boat is a bike.

This weekend was windy and wonderful. It's lovely living in the east bay and not having to worry about the huge SF hills. I'm feeling good, and visible.

What the hell has happened to the Socratic method?

When was the last time you made an effort to ask how someone else is doing without using it as a leader to telling them about your life?

Do people find the comfort of pretending to create who they are with their statements of self actually true to the nature of the world?

How many "I" statements do you use under the guise of spiritual enlightenment?

Why am I feeling so defensive about all this?

"He felt he had unwittingly stuck his hand into The Great Wasps' Nest of Life... He had stuck his hand through some rotted flashing in high summer and that hand and his whole arm had been consumed in holy, righteous fire, destroying conscious thought, making the concept of civilized behavior obsolete.

Could you be expected to behave as a thinking human being when your hand was being impaled on red-hot darning needles? Could you be expected to live in the love of your nearest and dearest w... read more

Swimming in my body's by products... sickness. Need flotation device.

Yield.

Yield. What a strange looking word.

Wednesday night, Romeo and Juliet. Ballroom scene.

20+ performers onstage: 4 aerialists on a flaming chandelier, 4 ballet couples, 4 fire dance couples (including yours truly), plus serveral main characters up on the balcony that I've never seen.

About 2 minutes into the ballroom scene, while ballet and fire dancers weave through each other in a twisted tango, this liquid begins spraying everywhere. Gut instinct: the flaming chandelier sprung a leak- fuel- boom! Quick glance at the flo... read more