h-o-n-e-s-t-y is such a lonely wordace_combsJuly 8 2006, 01:12:29 UTC
...and what an entry in which to meet. You were good and brave to say, "Hi."
The bike's 50-55 mpg efficiency made the trip possible. A bio-diesel conversion is available, but it (the conversion) currently costs more than the bike itself. Poverty on the one side of the scale - environmental consciousness on the other. One shrugs and thinks, "Well, if not perfect, at least it's better than a car..."
LJ Joybon (not to be faulted for my weirdness) told me to read your stuff. The trip pieces, and especially the epilogue linked to, above, resonated with me. In my own case, I wasn't certain exactly what I was looking for when I left. Yet in a metaphysical sense I found "it," even if in a physical sense I did not. It's romantic to call that the gift/curse of poets, artists, dreamers, et al.
I wish that there were more thoughtful, sensitive, creative people around.
You have the spirit; you should go. Plant the seed now: learn/improve riding skills; build distance; fly when ready.
As I rode down from the mountains, the desert's warm air rose up to meet me. Twice, at night, I felt that embrace.
And, yes, it did "mean more" on the bike: without the glass and steel cocoon of an automobile around me, I was chilled to the bone whenever I gained altitude.
The rapid transition from a misty, green, frigid and fragmented place, to a clear, ochre, warm and uniform surrounding was...intense.
The scent, the moisture, in all of its qualities, the air is alive like a lover, when you ride.
The trees! I found myself racing along the thinest ribbon of headlight, long shadows, like Japanese brushwork, outlining the Joshua trees. Such an alien thing for someone raised on the woodcraft of the northeastern portion of this land...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joshua_treeStrange flashes of light burst in the sky - as much of that portion of the trip took me through military ranges. And 'God knows what' they were using to make such purple-blue explosions
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Re: h-o-n-e-s-t-y is such a lonely wordjoybonJuly 21 2006, 16:15:14 UTC
Just think how many other closet wonderleafy fans are out there in cyber-space thinking good thoughts who you aren't even aware of!! They will come out and purchase your book for their coffee tables, bedside tables, to put next to the toilet, to take travelling, to leave on buses for others to find, to give as gifts with inscriptions like Dear X, you are wonderful and so is w'leafy.
I will buy if you have pay-pal...or amazon...for perhaps these and other (un)imagined purposes.
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The bike's 50-55 mpg efficiency made the trip possible. A bio-diesel conversion is available, but it (the conversion) currently costs more than the bike itself. Poverty on the one side of the scale - environmental consciousness on the other. One shrugs and thinks, "Well, if not perfect, at least it's better than a car..."
LJ Joybon (not to be faulted for my weirdness) told me to read your stuff. The trip pieces, and especially the epilogue linked to, above, resonated with me. In my own case, I wasn't certain exactly what I was looking for when I left. Yet in a metaphysical sense I found "it," even if in a physical sense I did not. It's romantic to call that the gift/curse of poets, artists, dreamers, et al.
I wish that there were more thoughtful, sensitive, creative people around.
You have the spirit; you should go. Plant the seed now: learn/improve riding skills; build distance; fly when ready.
http://www.wrench-wench.com/
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As I rode down from the mountains, the desert's warm air rose up to meet me. Twice, at night, I felt that embrace.
And, yes, it did "mean more" on the bike: without the glass and steel cocoon of an automobile around me, I was chilled to the bone whenever I gained altitude.
The rapid transition from a misty, green, frigid and fragmented place, to a clear, ochre, warm and uniform surrounding was...intense.
The scent, the moisture, in all of its qualities, the air is alive like a lover, when you ride.
The trees! I found myself racing along the thinest ribbon of headlight, long shadows, like Japanese brushwork, outlining the Joshua trees. Such an alien thing for someone raised on the woodcraft of the northeastern portion of this land...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joshua_treeStrange flashes of light burst in the sky - as much of that portion of the trip took me through military ranges. And 'God knows what' they were using to make such purple-blue explosions ( ... )
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I will buy if you have pay-pal...or amazon...for perhaps these and other (un)imagined purposes.
Harness the fear and go off and conquer!
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