It couldn’t be helped. I saw him in the window of Atomic Pop weeks ago. Today, I had to go liberate him:

I bought some Zeke’s coffee last weekend as a treat. Then I started seeing their bumper stickers all over the place. Now I gotta get one, cuz I’m a fan.

There’s nothing better than grinding up some beans fresh and making a crankin’ pot in the Melitta…

Shoo boy, quite tasty!

Olivia had the stomach flu for 5 days. Now, Jen has it.

Captain’s down, mates! Stormy weather ahead…

Crikey.

I ordered this here basket made by Topeak last night. It will slide and lock into my Topeak seatpost rack, which I adore more than any man should love a piece of metal/plastic. I’ll be able to use the basket on the Swobo or the Trek and be all fancy free like a goose on the loose.

You might say that I’m a shallow, materialistic bastard. Or, that I’m a basket case. I don’t care. Happy Riding!

I used to write poetry. During college (though my professors might have been critical of whether or not my writing was “poetry” yet…), after college, before I got “serious” about my career (jumped into the frying pan).

Tonight I was looking at the website for the Hundred Fold Farm outside of Gettysburg and found this by Mary Oliver:

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Damn that’s good!

Goal number 1: realign my heart with my origins.