Tonight i discovered that the speed-o-meter put in place to encourage slow driving by cars could be used to tell me how fast i was going on my bicycle. Once I figured this out my evening was set. I started with a modest 15 miles per hour, then i got it up to 21 miles per hour, and finally finished at 24 miles per hour, which i think is a fluke, cause no matter how hard i tried, that number wouldnt change. either way, it was wonderful.

these evenings are just blending together into a smear of movement, people, moments, books, and cups of coffee.

i dont mind, in seeking the distractions i find them and should be satisfied. but im not.

not at all. infact, finding satisfaction is proving to be a great challenge. distraction is available by the bucketful, but satisfaction remains elusive.

choices: nyc or jersey

ive got to devote a few solid hours to researching india's post colonial economics tomorrow and with all the trouble im having with finding books round here, im thinking that a day in new york city might open some windows for me.

though a few hours at rutgers could accomplish the same but significantly less interesting.

a day in new york will run me about 20 probably more for all the jazz. ill be able to rule the streets with my bicycle and indulge with rather delicious vegan grub and check out blue stockings for the first time. it will be worth it but to make it happen, my ass best sleep now.

defiance, ohio
coal chamber
this bike is a pipe bomb
and memories define me right now,
but im pushing at the edges,
i swear i am,
but i need help sometimes,
cause i cant do it alone,
we are moving mountains here.