tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75608373740089308562024-03-12T23:47:00.282-07:00ON THE SURFACES OF THINGSBlue. Yellow. Sharp. Rough. Braille. Lacquer. Patina. Smooth. Dust. Dust.erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-90769156173511989822014-02-16T11:50:00.002-08:002014-02-16T11:52:05.104-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-50953033236810056312013-12-01T13:40:00.003-08:002013-12-04T21:03:06.470-08:00Time lapsed autumnal yoga practice.Here, I made a video for you to see. Also, you should see <a href="https://vimeo.com/80124189" target="_blank">#</a> by my acquaintance <a href="https://vimeo.com/coolcatprod" target="_blank">Ewen Wright</a>. In fact, if you had a choice to watch only one, you should watch his video (which the voice in my head pronounces as "pound" and "hash", alternatingly)—mine is just fast yoga... there aren't any archetypical allegories serving to illuminate the nature of our foolish and contradictory habits of alienation. I should have written one of those into Autumnal Yoga.<br />
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<i><a href="http://vimeo.com/80702910">Autumnal Yoga</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/surfaces">Vimeo</a>.</i></div>
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I've been studying Spanish and refreshing my Italian on <a href="http://www.duolingo.com/surfaces" target="_blank">duolingo.com</a>. I recommend that you do the same—I mean—not necessarily Spanish and Italian... but get on there, and compete with me! I'll totally stomp you at learning!erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-86359871700102785672011-12-27T23:38:00.000-08:002011-12-27T23:38:39.733-08:00This beard is not a waterproof desert<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Not currently suffering from any symptoms of <i>Writing Bug bite</i>. I got my thrills elsewhere recently. But I'll offer this quote to you (me): <i>"It makes you anxious because you identify with his motivations, but not his actions."</i> As an added bonus, you (I) get this list of valid scrabble words that I've learned this week: FANE, GETA, NAM, NIM, DUIT, BRIN.erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-37762617344087349632011-12-27T23:11:00.000-08:002011-12-27T23:53:10.937-08:00(no title available at this time, nor that time)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>Oh wow! A draft from long ago that was never published, but now is </i></span><i style="color: #cc0000;">(written on 20 June, 2010)</i><i style="color: #cc0000;">—furthermore, it reminds me to type up my recent Bike Ride of Nearly Icy Doom, a Denver event, (winter 2011).</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was on my way home from the store (where I purchased a almost-local brew, in lieu of cheaper imported wine, because I was drawn to supporting an unusually ecological and <i>bike-positive</i> company). As I approached a newly-turned red light, I slowed significantly, checked both ways, and continued to pedal through it when I decided it was obvious that there were no vehicles or pedestrians anywhere in the vicinity at all — except for a car that pulled up and stopped at the light just as I pedaled on.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>"Hey, asshole!"</i> someone shouted at me — I slowed and turned to look. <i>"Yea, you gotta stop, too!"</i> a fellow exclaimed at me from the passenger side of the car at the light. I scowled instinctively and slowed to a stop to wait for them and invite a discussion. The light turned green, and on came the little car. I gestured something that clearly suggested we <a href="http://www.signingsavvy.com/sign/TALK/418/1">talk</a> about it — but they drove on past, again shouting; this time something that I couldn't discern.</span></span></span><br />
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</div>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-55789930899414770842011-08-08T10:05:00.000-07:002011-08-08T10:06:52.512-07:00Caffeine Quake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyQXnEZfVpMe392d6LS02f1-bgpkd7l085hEZNjrTgIzD-QjgFZ-ZGSTc3bRVfjfNMTCcdSD4-Udb7SN2CkhNeWHr1efziO8kMmkURv7ndITY4BCrdZFvTbu5KW2PL8J-cJj57sk74t8/s1600/coffeEee.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyQXnEZfVpMe392d6LS02f1-bgpkd7l085hEZNjrTgIzD-QjgFZ-ZGSTc3bRVfjfNMTCcdSD4-Udb7SN2CkhNeWHr1efziO8kMmkURv7ndITY4BCrdZFvTbu5KW2PL8J-cJj57sk74t8/s320/coffeEee.gif" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>click me, come wit' me</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I have neither coffee, nor caffeine jitters right now — but this happy accident presented itself to me this morning. Machine for sale, bt dubs.erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-19381240595194496082011-07-25T01:32:00.000-07:002011-07-25T10:12:49.708-07:00new and old, young and worn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are so many good things in that diary that I don't keep. Time to revisit, time to recreate, recreation. Time time. Give give.</div><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><i style="color: #073763;">Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, thirst that is unquenchable? </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">- The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran</span></span></span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh, it turns out that if you draw a squiggly line, loop it around and to and fro, and then close it (stop back at the point where you started), then you can shade it three dimensionally while switching "over" and "under" and it will end up perfect. I <i>definitely</i> did an outstanding job of describing that. And I <i>definitely</i> didn't create a run-on sentence.</span></div>
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<ul><li>my kitchen table, overnight, while home, doors locked</li>
<li>an office space, after a kids' circus performance, doors locked, security on duty</li>
</ul>It is still hard to swallow. Someone see to it that I'm<i> </i><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #990000;">pinched</i>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">On a lighter note, my favorite book excerpt for the day (or week):</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: left;">You've read me this far, then? Even this far? For what discreditable motive? How is it you don't go to a movie, watch TV, stare at a wall, play tennis with a friend, make amorous advances to the person who comes to your mind when I speak of amorous advances?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Lost in the Funhouse</i>, John Barth</span></div></blockquote>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-28405064614817275992010-04-22T11:08:00.000-07:002010-06-05T17:03:10.475-07:00How the soul of man is transformed according to the climate...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk4yCvSC7Z1l8emWZpA_aZgog9ncuP8rQdlRI47p2QzeXoc8QYL7SJxMWrMHHeNg-NS4U3_xHNf_MjlVbKsytRszjHHagDOLMAU-N_fW12zV2Rxt85HKZ_qUN3tCLNVHwq0sfYnoAHcvU/s1600/cord'ands1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk4yCvSC7Z1l8emWZpA_aZgog9ncuP8rQdlRI47p2QzeXoc8QYL7SJxMWrMHHeNg-NS4U3_xHNf_MjlVbKsytRszjHHagDOLMAU-N_fW12zV2Rxt85HKZ_qUN3tCLNVHwq0sfYnoAHcvU/s320/cord'ands1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4Pb9Ez3A3Hy6MvUNLyadhQ8eVnKS2bPPjkIK8vH9qfWYaZtjkbrOnHFtpgulH72fDLXIbmTs_AKQ57Jau2kbXt2BnwafO7ULlkA7om3QLvniE8Iw5vwY9RSB5nEMgedjJZrInSyN-IE/s1600/mort.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4Pb9Ez3A3Hy6MvUNLyadhQ8eVnKS2bPPjkIK8vH9qfWYaZtjkbrOnHFtpgulH72fDLXIbmTs_AKQ57Jau2kbXt2BnwafO7ULlkA7om3QLvniE8Iw5vwY9RSB5nEMgedjJZrInSyN-IE/s320/mort.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Do our dreamselves unwake, and share their bizarre visions of mundane life with eachother? While trimming the clouds with tools made from antlers?</span>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-72434858241237222702010-03-29T16:37:00.000-07:002010-04-02T13:18:44.017-07:00Try to see how easy it is to imagine...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvKAA7IgdmSe_CUwC6J9KiF3JRkVMCFHzWC_itwgwxA1OaRE9BFiLtyuoaycPVTP2223qKMGxyl78ZCzkHQKYJAoqg98kKy8VD9XGNvq4T8dkuUXhxqhbqMhLAhMlHbE1KG4PH81K-3o/s1600/snow+hut+sm+lo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvKAA7IgdmSe_CUwC6J9KiF3JRkVMCFHzWC_itwgwxA1OaRE9BFiLtyuoaycPVTP2223qKMGxyl78ZCzkHQKYJAoqg98kKy8VD9XGNvq4T8dkuUXhxqhbqMhLAhMlHbE1KG4PH81K-3o/s320/snow+hut+sm+lo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>the little snow hut</i></span></div>This past week was a coloring book of subtle lines filled in with the vibrancy and saturation of the following things/events: the train, snowshoes, hotsprings, skinny dipping, snowstorm, <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/09/1966_Twister_Cover.jpg">twister</a>, revelry, yoga, tacos, puppetry, and climbing. Also, I over-ate, for sure. And I am, at this moment, famished.<br />
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<i><b>Overheard on the Railrunner, or atop a hill at sunset:</b></i><br />
Lady says, "I think that ___ has been tanning too much, don't you?"<br />
Meet with a shrug from the listener. "He's outside..." says Guy.<br />
Lady, gazing out the window, "I mean, I know he has more <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tannin">tannin</a> in his skin than..."<br />
[fades out]<br />
<br />
Three elderly ladies engaged in chatter. All three roughly the same body type, shorter, heavier, with rather short gray hair. Each wearing a sweater that was probably bought at the same place that the other two were purchased. All three with hands full of glinting jewelry and stones. Two of them wearing very sporty sunglasses, Bolle and Oakley. They rap about "the little old lady across the street," saw her? "You know the type." One reads out loud to the others from a book about how Obama is against veterans. The author writing something to the effect of "Obama voted against legislation (introduced by McCain?) that would have guaranteed college monies to veterans blah blah — I can't believe that Obama thinks that higher education is too good for our vets." The ladies nod in accordance with disgust and frowns that never leave their faces even when smiling. And then this, from the woman on the left, slightly hushed, "the next time we pass those pillars, try to see how easy it is to imagine them as erect penises!" They choke laughter out, "Oh dear!" and "Only <i>you!</i>" Hahaha.<br />
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Large, "good-looking" guy, talking rather loudly into his phone: "ya know what service I wanna do? I wanna start a speed dating service in Santa Fe." [pause] "Ya get 30 men and 30 women together who wanna speed date ... blah blah ... 3 minutes ... a buzzer ... see if there's a love connection ... blah." [pause] "People like <i><b>you</b></i>! You need <b><i>exposure</i></b> ... blah ... then there are guys like <i>me</i> that just ..." [trails off]<br />
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Here are some visual recordings of recent events —<br />
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<blockquote>Happiness is when<br />
you're talking in bed<br />
with the covers pulled up<br />
and while you're talking<br />
you drop off to sleep<br />
<br />
Happiness is when<br />
you get up in the morning<br />
and see a flower<br />
that wasn't there<br />
yesterday</blockquote>Read them again. Good. Unlinked to the poems, other than through my own recent experiences: did you know that it wasn't until 1973 that the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Psychiatric_Association">APA</a> removed homosexuality from the DSM? Prior to that, homosexuality was categorized as a psychosis. Do you understand the breadth of the consequences of that? Anyone could lose their job, or be denied a position, based solely on their sexual orientation as a <i>mental illness</i> until the 70s. It was in the books as "crazy." That's fucked. The episode of <a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/204/81-Words">This American Life</a> on the topic brought tears to my eyes. Let's hear it for the GayPA.<br />
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1973? <i>Seriously.</i> Also, I watched <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milk_%28film%29">Milk</a> the other night. That was very worthwhile.<br />
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The other day, I was told that I'm brave. Less true than the "fit as a mountain goat" thing — especially when compared to this <a href="http://taholtorf.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/blt.jpg">little toaster</a>. Brave, nonetheless, is a great word.<br />
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I thought I felt an earthquake for the first time in my life the other day. The couch seemed to lurch in a strange way. A scan of the <a href="http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/recenteqsus/">USGS</a> site though suggests I made it up. Or that a very large truck must have cruised by. Possibly related, possibly not: the sky of Albuquerque is the loudest sky I can ever remember experiencing. Anywhere. There is an airport not far out of the city — but I can hardly understand how that could account for some of the daily rumblings that tumble from the sky above. Windows shake. Things rattle on shelves. It was definitely something that I noticed right away when I first got here (like the iron bars over all the windows, our jails) but then I became accustomed to it over the course of a few months. Visitors comment on it often, though (same with the iron bars).<br />
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The point is, the sky of ABQ rumbles somethin' fierce. And it can't simply be the airplanes, which certainly take off hourly. This massive rumble happens just a couple times a day. My hypothesis is that ABQ is located in the gut of a world with indigestion. That said, the planes are sometimes quite loud, too.<br />
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The next place I live will have no quaking sky. And no iron bars.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Some shorts:</span></i></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Someone described me as "fit as a mountain goat" recently. That's definitely nice to hear, even if not necessarily true.</span></span></span></span><br />
<div style="color: #cc0000;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></i></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">"<span style="color: #0c343d;">In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion,</span>" she repeats, making sure of it. "I think it means," I say, "that chance encounters are what keep us going. In simple terms."</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">- <i>Kafka on the Shore</i>, by Haruki Murakami</span></span><br />
<div style="color: #cc0000;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></i></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">There is an episode of <a href="http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/episodes/2008/02/22">RadioLab</a> that explores "laughter". They interview a scientist that offers evidence that mice laugh. Chimps laugh. One of the folks interviewed suggests (and is not alone in this sentiment) that laughter is totally a social mechanism — that we laugh as a way of communicating one thing or another. <a href="http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/bios.html">Jad</a> asks <a href="http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/bios.html">Robert</a>, or vice versa, how often he laughs out loud to himself. <i>Rarely</i>, his response indicates. I recently passed a mass of months without doing so even once — but in the past several weeks have done so somewhat frequently. There was no one around to whom I could have been communicating anything. I was alone, spurred by a joyous memory, or maybe something that a friend wrote to me. How does one explain those times that we <b>laugh</b>, <b>out loud</b>, to <b>ourselves</b>? Am I a rare case? Am I going mad? <i>How often do </i>you<i> do it?</i></span></span></span></span><br />
<i style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span></span></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here is </span></span></span></span><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Something Likely Unplottable in 2 or 3-Dimensional Space </span></span></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3nv1fCmxLZQbccLI8fawJWWHGrnAYjKy-pFepLquNkQidoshbZv-FOf16L4L_tsvQy8if1EWsW7f6nAsxpTO2sLtPPszh3ddI_Gn10wZSBFqaZ6uNX1ukMzZW88zcNX05tr7ZAD1Hn0/s1600-h/unplot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="73" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3nv1fCmxLZQbccLI8fawJWWHGrnAYjKy-pFepLquNkQidoshbZv-FOf16L4L_tsvQy8if1EWsW7f6nAsxpTO2sLtPPszh3ddI_Gn10wZSBFqaZ6uNX1ukMzZW88zcNX05tr7ZAD1Hn0/s200/unplot.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><i style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGP8SE19Ijhps_a0iJs5f4NDyW8P61-u0tPYDjUDHT2MC1jyIpAlB7xgzR1x3aQgkpZjbn2rL18Mf0NRhIIMhXNELOn-zdPk8sgwFNyXb4ujNS0HzjsX3DUWKFvdE2d1xqqSydfTHWu08/s1600-h/talltree+sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGP8SE19Ijhps_a0iJs5f4NDyW8P61-u0tPYDjUDHT2MC1jyIpAlB7xgzR1x3aQgkpZjbn2rL18Mf0NRhIIMhXNELOn-zdPk8sgwFNyXb4ujNS0HzjsX3DUWKFvdE2d1xqqSydfTHWu08/s400/talltree+sm.jpg" width="346" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Roosevelt Park</span></i></div>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-83209181580531358632010-02-03T01:15:00.000-08:002010-02-03T01:15:01.286-08:00whites and<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RSzoZWTXSGz02gL6A0EIoWoF3_Enn5I3FF40kDGtWS1dFN7qIFbtS10HIONJ0l6d3sCrsZcK5_e2ePr7LejFpJWVKuic9jkDYNfdS3PjFRu-DCeimPK2Du3W2R1VLmXeF5n-F0t1i6Y/s1600-h/whites+and.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RSzoZWTXSGz02gL6A0EIoWoF3_Enn5I3FF40kDGtWS1dFN7qIFbtS10HIONJ0l6d3sCrsZcK5_e2ePr7LejFpJWVKuic9jkDYNfdS3PjFRu-DCeimPK2Du3W2R1VLmXeF5n-F0t1i6Y/s400/whites+and.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>whites and, 2009</i></span></div>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-79617338890432608062010-01-27T12:33:00.000-08:002010-02-03T01:21:25.650-08:00driving is to biking :as: biking is to ____<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most of the miles that I travel while in Albuquerque are by bicycle. I'm someone quick to deride car transportation as alienating and violent and won't hesitate to list the combustion engine in the<i> Top 5 List of Causes of the Impending Apocalypse</i>. When traveling by car, you experience and understand very little of the environment, flora, fauna, people, and neighborhoods that you pass — maybe because that's exactly what you are doing: passing. You are separated from all of the Life. Cars are coffins.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When moving by bicycle, on the other hand, you are exposed to all of the elements, your surroundings. You feel the wind, the weather. You smell trees, you smell exhaust. You hear conversation (albeit in snippets and scraps). You appreciate distance, and closeness, in a more tangible way.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">By bicycle, I've discovered that Albuquerque must be falling apart. I can't explain why, but the city seems to be littered with assorted sockets; laying in gutters, camping out in intersections, loitering in bike lanes — where do they come from?</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The spontaneous emergence of sockets on the streets seems to outpace the deposition of snow in Albuquerque. With the lack of snow for projectile making, I fear that I may soon find myself ambushed by giggling friends hurling sockets from behind their socket-fort/igloo. Blood and shards of teeth will be shed. We will secure carrot noses to the socket-man with bolts.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In other news, click this photo for a good time (wait for it to animate): </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">DRIVING : BIKING : : BIKING : WALKING</div>I just recently remembered what it is to walk. I get so accustomed to jumping on my bike to go anywhere that I rarely end up walking very far around town. I realized that, for me, biking retains a lot of the alienation of driving — I tend to bike fast, with a destination, a time-limit: it's utility. I've chosen to walk more lately, and find myself much closer to the world. As a gift to myself for my birthday, I spent 5 days away from the internet — combined with deliberate walking, I experienced an emotion, a sensation, that I haven't felt since the last time I was living on a farm (rural Wisconsin). I want that back more and more.<br />
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When I choose to pedal now, I try to give myself more time, not make it a work-out every time. I go <a href="http://www.slowfood.com/">slower</a>.<br />
<blockquote style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">"When man invented the bicycle he reached the peak of his attainments. Here was a machine of precision and balance for the convenience of man. And (unlike subsequent inventions for man’s convenience) the more he used it, the fitter his body became. Here, for once, was a product of man’s brain that was entirely beneficial to those who used it, and of no harm or irritation to others. Progress should have stopped when man invented the bicycle." - Elizabeth West, Hovel in the Hills</blockquote>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-7231352353358952962010-01-21T23:05:00.000-08:002010-01-21T23:05:23.389-08:00Chalk and Sweat, Fresh Air and Sharp Stone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZy_qsJDd-MLh30ccQV6tWN0BJHYk1wZmVF7Nu_U-080I1fJMj2QkxW61jS3LJ6ZoD4hT5aylIItxI50Gdaj5JAv9N5hMOShzD3G0mhQ6ARg7xz0WUm7fwbrmhIN8OOCH7Y7_84OZG3g/s1600-h/skyd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZy_qsJDd-MLh30ccQV6tWN0BJHYk1wZmVF7Nu_U-080I1fJMj2QkxW61jS3LJ6ZoD4hT5aylIItxI50Gdaj5JAv9N5hMOShzD3G0mhQ6ARg7xz0WUm7fwbrmhIN8OOCH7Y7_84OZG3g/s320/skyd.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div>Some images born from recent activity. Specifically: bouldering in the Jemez Mountains near Ponderosa, New Mexico.erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-23396811032084495522009-12-22T14:40:00.000-08:002009-12-23T01:15:01.982-08:00Fake nails plus gloves equals fake nail glovesI had never considered this properly before. Maybe you have. What does one do if the weather is frightfully cold, bone cold, and one has applied long fingernails? Why, I'll tell you! Slice holes in the fingertips of beloved gloves!<br />
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</div>I learned this on a city bus, in the early sleepy morning on my way to PDX. I witnessed another passenger prodding her smartphone, with her red fingernails, through black knit gloves. It took me a moment to understand how this worked. Is this glove modification a common practice? Has anyone encountered this before?<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">I enjoy the title of this post, made of 4, 5, and 6 letter words. I enjoy making things difficult. For you.<br />
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</div><i><span style="color: #990000;">Special bonus!</span></i><br />
List of Words That Eric Had To Aurally Memorize and Verbally Repeat to Administrator of Cognitive Testing Today (As Now Remembered By Eric):<br />
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<li>Canary</li>
<li>Shoes</li>
<li>Eagle</li>
<li>Blouse </li>
<li><a href="http://www.salongeek.com/attachments/nail-geek/2752d1159533746-morning-11-20am-longest-nails-ever-nails-_web.jpg">Nails</a> </li>
<li>Pants</li>
<li>Crow</li>
<li>Bluebird</li>
<li>Shirt</li>
<li>Chisel</li>
<li>Skirt</li>
<li>Wrench</li>
</ol>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-27434069920375120762009-11-28T19:55:00.000-08:002009-12-23T01:16:36.760-08:00Atmosphere, Eugene<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVR_gsWJHsYg072ROZe7ysOd2EejYZN6FIwIrVIqVnOygHssbvf1cTbFsQPwjTIzKMdzSXjZEnNqTbFnEzt29x2glwg9iOoJAKel8AmMxpAhbdnfGKbuthY1nRDZI4jgetGc9gbTUusYU/s1600/eugene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVR_gsWJHsYg072ROZe7ysOd2EejYZN6FIwIrVIqVnOygHssbvf1cTbFsQPwjTIzKMdzSXjZEnNqTbFnEzt29x2glwg9iOoJAKel8AmMxpAhbdnfGKbuthY1nRDZI4jgetGc9gbTUusYU/s320/eugene.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: x-small;">Eugene, Oregon. November 2009</span></i><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had completely forgotten just how much I love flying. Hanging high above the earth gives us land-based bipeds such a novel perspective on the world (I now appreciate New Mexico at least one and a half times the previous Appreciation Value). <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Abram">David Abram</a> spoke the other night about the omnidirectional capabilities and struggles of birds in flight; great, really great. I feel like slack-lining is a flirtation with a non-two-dimensional travel space.</span></span><i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</div><i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: x-small;">In Which My Cellphone Redraws A New Physical Reality (above),<br />
and a new view of the Sandias (below). November 2009</span></i><br />
</div>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-28014405824397868602009-11-21T11:40:00.000-08:002009-11-28T10:30:08.020-08:00Re cognition (01)<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;">(<span style="color: #e06666;">current memory</span>, past event: August 2008)</span><br />
It is an absolutely gorgeous San Franciscan day in the Mission — late summer sun. One of those days that pries doors open; the light begging, beckoning, growing yellower; the grass puffs up to its fluffiest, and applies alluring green eyeshadow. The humans flock to <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/99/DoloresParkPanorama.jpg">Dolores Park</a> to bask in the sun and socialize and watch people watching people-watchers — gaze streams around in a giant circle or web. Dance follows suit, music as propellant.<br />
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A fellow nears me, where I am sprawled over and under the yellow bicycle that Mikey lent me. I had pedaled my rounds, absorbing what I could of the bay before my impending departure from this place that enchanted me for better than a month. Faltering and lurching, this man sloshes about the crowd before collapsing near my feet, already dirty clothes finding mud beneath lush grass. I close my eyes and felt the sun warming my eyelids. I breathe.<br />
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Little time passes before I feel the bike shift underneath my leg. I awake quickly and sit up, regaining an anxiousness that the boozer had tucked me in with. I understand immediately that the rear tire of the bike is in his mouth. <i>Oi, hey!</i> He was chewing on it. <i>What are you doing?!</i> He smiles awkwardly, tho sincere — teeth crooked, or missing.<br />
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He responds, <i style="color: #660000;">I'm tasting where you've been.</i><br />
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<span id="goog_1258824844473"></span><span id="goog_1258824844474"></span>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-57548060649290271302009-11-09T11:45:00.000-08:002009-11-09T18:56:41.303-08:00These Colours Graced My Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_809xR48S_RuHFk7OB7sLcKNkYufgxDgwyUgTg7fXy6QLybEsEdvI7zqva7A23TX57w5eRDi_TswvVPV9ViLF266lzBVl3PaWLCjIcXYPKYU2VP79h79-SN09VY3mmkUpk2aT0ECZvpQ/s1600-h/lie_t1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_809xR48S_RuHFk7OB7sLcKNkYufgxDgwyUgTg7fXy6QLybEsEdvI7zqva7A23TX57w5eRDi_TswvVPV9ViLF266lzBVl3PaWLCjIcXYPKYU2VP79h79-SN09VY3mmkUpk2aT0ECZvpQ/s320/lie_t1.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qj8mwFPOIuSg2IPH7Z66b_42liYFPc5xobx9xb7dxgEBzyP5dfoAnd9XbDscMz09jSGTMsJImJLmJVE8LmiDMHxtQNjziK3CDsPcQOWtQ7JCUjCUfBOb9tD0BZavpuNCJf_Z3NaiD8w/s1600-h/lie_t2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qj8mwFPOIuSg2IPH7Z66b_42liYFPc5xobx9xb7dxgEBzyP5dfoAnd9XbDscMz09jSGTMsJImJLmJVE8LmiDMHxtQNjziK3CDsPcQOWtQ7JCUjCUfBOb9tD0BZavpuNCJf_Z3NaiD8w/s320/lie_t2.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EyDfwtb3RabL5bGewbSctwOMUHm9s9ClnoBvldEsAxf3H1eDTlc7I8eUpxlxvksPonQUsLZZ7y-vwMzDIcjBr26BUIgTWoDzzGTz9TGnpit6E5MGMpmt5eqK7CkSXx1OZQmmwCUtt2Y/s1600-h/scaled.IMG_6106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EyDfwtb3RabL5bGewbSctwOMUHm9s9ClnoBvldEsAxf3H1eDTlc7I8eUpxlxvksPonQUsLZZ7y-vwMzDIcjBr26BUIgTWoDzzGTz9TGnpit6E5MGMpmt5eqK7CkSXx1OZQmmwCUtt2Y/s320/scaled.IMG_6106.JPG" /></a><br />
</div>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-82582436045677454092009-11-09T00:30:00.000-08:002009-11-09T12:40:16.359-08:00I turistici (vecchie foto)Monkey, <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/on_surfaces/sets/72157622766091348/">see</a>.<br />
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</div>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-13925310908358763892009-10-27T20:00:00.000-07:002009-10-27T20:27:04.762-07:00Dried into my beard.I am sorry.<br />
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Still, I wish you sweet dreamspace —<br />
and hope, for me, that the tears<br />
that dried into my beard<br />
become dreams of salty seas<br />
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that lick my(our) lips.<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;">(Never can I remember feeling this lonely while in a town strewn with so many for whom I hold love.)</span>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560837374008930856.post-66270687862194284312009-03-24T16:23:00.000-07:002009-10-27T20:16:24.768-07:00On the Justice of Bestowing Flowers (or other living things) as GiftsEssay to follow.<br />
<br />
Probably.<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #ff9900; font-size: 85%;">(Edit, 7 months later)</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="color: #333333;"> <span style="color: #666666;">Well... while it's a nice gesture (I certainly love living things), it's not entirely fair. The flower (for example) may be given as a symbol of a friendship to grow and blossom. The flower may be left on top of luggage that others unpacked. The flower may be thrown aside (it appears nothing special, drowning in a bag of air) and trampled</span></span><span style="color: silver; font-size: 78%;">(?)</span><span style="color: #666666;">. And then what? What of the friendship?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">It, too, drowned in a bag of air on the side of the road.</span> </span></span></span>erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00653998240043328185noreply@blogger.com0