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| explosivetoday I rode my bike around Lake Washington. It was a lot of fun. My throttle-hand started killing me towards the end, however. I really need to remedy that.
i feel like something is guiding me. subtly i suppose.
just little things. like how i came to the beach exactly in time for the sunset tonight.
i'm looking forward to what may be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, or maybe more than that. it seemed to unfold last week almost too well. it scared me.
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| I miss the richness of the spring we never had this year . . .
And the richness of that spring two years ago, filled with love and the hope of a future that never occurred.
It was dissapointing. But the hope and the sense of such a positive inevitability was almost the same thing for that short while.
And so, this is nostalgia for those months of joy that existed for a future that didn't
*Blackalicious - If I May*
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| I met someone this week who I connected with in a way I haven't felt in a long, long time. Since I'm rather tired, the best description I can muster is that I feel a strong spiritual commonality with her.
It also feels very new, and just on time. And I'm very excited to see where this leads, but I'm also afraid it will be another drawn out dead end.
A temporary overlap of being that, though great in depth, is inevitably swept away by upwelling existential currents.
I want life to surprise me in the most beautiful way.
I want to be grateful for everything, not simply to be grateful, but because life shows me that I really should be.
As always, if there is something benevolent about the universe, I want it to speak in a way the my whole being can understand.
This is only half melancholy, and half joyful. Hopefully the right balance to let me sleep soundly this fine summer night.
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| The weather here sucks ass.
And, it's even worse than the normal level of suckiness this spring. Highs for the last week have been like 55, and its been raining. The mountains have been getting more snow as low as 3500 feet. I really am considering moving.
I got my bike! It's loads of fun. It seems really freaking powerful compared to what I'm used to (that's comparing it mostly to my little 50cc scooter). And I haven't taken it above 5000 rpm yet . . . the power doubles at 8500 rpm.
I took it on the freeway for the first time tonight (the first time I've ever taken a bike over 45 mph was tonight). I hit 70 mph! The wind was really intense, and it felt really fucking fast. The road seemed to be zipping by at an impossibly hight speed, and in a more visceral way than one experiences in the isolating shell of a car. At the same time, the bike also felt very stable. I would have to say that it feels safer in the rain than my scooter in a lot of ways, so far.
It's also warmer than the scooter. I'm amazed at how much the engine heat kept me toasty - it's like 48 degrees and sprinkling outside, but I felt perfectly comfortable. That is, except for my right hand. It kept falling asleep and getting a little too cold. Not used to the throttle yet, not to mention that I'm still holding my hand pretty tensely on the grip.
The bike is beautiful. It’s silver tailpipe is discoloring already (due to heat, or something), but its not an ugly yellow. It’s a gorgeous bronze, that I think looks at least as good as the original silver. It’s anodized looking.
Tomorrow, I ride more!
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| This article is a pretty good sign that Peak Oil is real: production has been flat for five years now.
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