Lisbon, Joshua Tree, Homewood, North Kingstown
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Late Night Jokes
President Obama will begin a three-state bus tour. I believe the three states are confusion, delusion, and desperation.
The Republicans had their big debate in Iowa. You know who the winner was? Anyone that didn’t watch.
A new study found that 20 percent of Internet time is spent on social networking sites. While the other 80 percent is spent hiding a Facebook window behind Excel.
A school in New Zealand discovered that a model skeleton for an anatomy class was actually a real human skeleton. Yeah, they made the realization when they noticed they hadn’t seen their anatomy teacher in about eight months.
The federal government has a new plan that will let people send texts to 911. Yeah, it’s a little frustrating when you try to text “Burglar! Please hurry!,” and it auto-corrects to “Burger, please. Hungry.”
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This one’s for Daniel Nester.
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This is where I bought my bike, University Bicycles, at the west end of the Pearl Street Mall. Fabulous service, decent prices, amazing selection of everything. It would be cheaper to buy on the Internet, but a) sizes are all whacked out in the biking world — I’m at least an XL in all the clothes at 5’11″, 180 b) it costs a little more to buy local, but what would the world be like with nothing but Amazons and Walmarts?
I guess that’s what happens when you take a shot with one hand. Anyway, you get the picture.
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Maybe Google wasn’t buying Motorola. Maybe it was buying patents.
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Do you get these? I get them all the time. In Russian. In my email. This one is offering trucking rates to and from Moscow. You’d think they’d be a little bit better at targeting clients.
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15 miles, one stop for iced latte. I decided to take the back way through the ghost town that is the old sugar mill. There are a few business nearby, like Jackass Organics and Ironman Steel and Welding.
The sugar mill building was probably an attractive brick structure at one time.
I looped my way around to The Diagonal, which if I could scurry across, would put me at one of the Greenway trail heads. I almost ran into a young man with this great head of spiky hair on the bridge over the St. Vrain, then rode down the Greenway, detoured some suburban street I hadn’t explored, near Warren’s old house where the kids used to shoot off fireworks. A quick run down Pike, and I was at Brewing Market. The pretty blonde asked me if I wanted an iced latte, apparently remembering my yellow jersey and helmet head hair from the last time I was there.
I got back on my horse and rode down Ken Pratt Blvd, past the building where I ran the software group for Dave, past a bevy of auto dealers, and then ducked back along the St. Vrain to take the back way to the bank to make a deposit. Instead of going straight home, I reversed my original journey and headed back to the trail head, passing the same young man with spiky hair on a skateboard whom I’d seen earlier (he smiled and waved). I braved The Diagonal and chugged up the hill back to the sugar mill.
The only sign of life was the large parking area, where they rented out spaces to RVs and boats. When I cleared the rise, I decided to turn right and see what was up there. A quarter-mile later, it was all industrial park and trees and very pretty, which was a surprising change from the scenery a few moments ago. Besides the dairy and car performance company and compressed air facility was . . .
I took a picture of me in a make-shift crazy mirror.
Next door was a parking lot with only these on it.
They were about 10 feet tall. made out of fake rock stuff, and a tag on one of them said they were the work of Monolithic Design.
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Modified Salad Niçoise with baby red potatoes, avocado, roasted red peppers, mixed greens, Kalamata olives, capers, and lemon vinagrette. I was out of sardines. The fish is Bumble Bee Prime Fillet Pink Salmon Steaks, which were surprisingly good.
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Dyspnea
For days to situate the flesh in whose inadequate precinct
motionless: a monolith of the often spoken
of which nothing is
certain: or abstract of whose gender to the use
of all acknowledged desire formal
parlance & pronoun
to form the stars across your back: whose hardened
muscle: tremendous lateral delta
of which to the shoulders:
there is a way from yes: the very inside an eternal
tick of the left eye: a language
not only illegible as
the vain translation of a fictive contradictory
self & its consonant verb to be:
but the body’s crystal
falling through a grey film of failed memory
& brushfire this Autumn midnight:
to unfold (in the form
of your body) pleasured corners of a place
in which the difficult new breathing
and I are foreigners