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Monday, September 22, 2003

TYPICAL DAY

Today was a fairly typical day on the commute. Three honkers on the Market St bridge, a light rain when I neared home, a few pedestrians walking in the middle of the paths, the free wind blowing against me, two other cyclists out and about. I just felt like posting, but I don't feel like thinking of anything more to say since I have lots of other things to do and I think I'll do something. A number of writing and project planning projects call to me, will I answer? Gonna freeze some tomatoes and green peppers. Made a seed packet to give some coriander seed to my friend Headley. Otherwise its Monday Night Football tonight!

// posted by franklen @ 8:16 PM

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Monday, February 09, 2004

A HALLUCINATING TRIP

Its cold and wet out as I ride into work, my head down and my thoughts numb, my intent forward and my path clear. Rolling onto the Walnut St. ped bridge I glance up and the way ahead is untraveled. One walker only, and on the cement paved sidewalk at that. My knobbies make a low rumbling vibration as I travel over the open metal grating that makes the travelling base of the bridge. Dark metal openings letting the view of the blue ice through and I meditate on the frozen river momentarily. Suddenly one of the stone column piers that support the bridge begins to enter my view. First the base as it meets the icy river, then as I move forward the stone pier looms more into my full field of vision. Head still down, soon the column takes up my field of vision absent of the river anymore. Soon the top of the column will meet the bridge itself and I will pass over the column and begin moving towards the next. I know that my way ahead is free, that the rise of the column stops underneath the bridge travelling surface, but my mind suddenly tells me different... Read the rest here