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Prairie Windmills American Road and Train [Aug. 16th, 2009|07:16 pm]
Cyrus A
It's the end of my two days off and finally skies are clearing. Oh complain but I still know I'm lucky.

Thing these days is my hurting shin. Really puts a cramp in my style. Skateboarded a bit yesterday and made it hurt an awful lot now am icing it and previous to that had shaved it and taped it up. Will begin a regimen of ibuprofen.

Skateboarded in GREAT FALLS, at a SKATEBOARD PARK. I must remember that skateparks are not any better than a good sesh with the rail here at the post office. Even a really good one like Great Falls. If only I could get rid of all the rocks. Perhaps borrow a blower... that is possible. The problem with Great Falls was not enough open space, like all skateparks. Cram it all in there, the cities want bang for their buck.

Am bummed, quite, about this leg shin of mine. Can't do really tough stuff when it's hurting, and feel lazy and don't do a thing but eat and sit. Read a recent Michael Crighton book today. It was a press-hating book. Part of his criticism rang true, I suppose. At least it was raining so I don't feel that bad.

Saw Phil today standing by the pool bathroom, under the awning, watching the three people play in the pool. He stood there doing nothing for quite a while. Inscrutable.

Bellman auction last night. I'm going to have Jeremiah carry my water up a mountain sometime, as I put in 30 bucks for him. It was exciting. Ben and Aric did a good job MCing. Cory only got 15 dollars to Jer's 216... ouch but somebody had to start it off. Strange how dollars turned into we like you points.

Am feeling much different than at the beginning of the summer. Have nearly gotten used to all this, but then get away for a day alone and feelings change. Oh what should I get into for the next five years? Kinda feel like learning again. But feel if I can't do it alone shoudn't sign up for anything. Need to set up a scholarly program. I write that but don't feel it. Well, i do feel it but it's kind of like the feeling i have when I've eaten five eighths of the medium pizza hut deep dish and begin to realize i shouldn't eat any more but continue to shovel it in and enjoy the cheese, and the crust, and the butter in the crust.
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Last Fall, the leaves looked like this. [Apr. 4th, 2009|09:26 pm]
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Alicia [Apr. 4th, 2009|09:00 pm]
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The film was quite old and Van Buren County doesn't just look desolate.

Hello Eskimo. Winter was fun.
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Elizabeth and I sat on the steps. [Apr. 4th, 2009|08:11 pm]
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Visited childhood home a month or so back.

The hollow tree with the basketball hoop fell on the shed a few years ago.
I remember being impressed by the young Amish man who walked the roof line.

The door was open. Everything has been trashed. A fire was lit at one point in the living room.
Quite a few neat books in there.
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x country + wiling [Feb. 21st, 2009|07:51 pm]
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Went cross country skiing today. It felt pretty good. Gratifying to be engaged in such an intricate form of movement. What I mean by that is: cross country skiing pleases the senses. The ski tips in front look good, slenderly cutting the snow, regularly advancing. They sound cool, too. Feels and sounds like movement, but definitely not the normal wind whistling past sound. Oh gosh. For myself, it feels like I'm only grazing the top of a deep field. I know there's a lot more efficiency, speed, and form to be realized. It's good to be on a path, getting a hint of more. Hard work, of course, but that's good to be aware of too. Got the sense that, done rightly, skiing actually could be nearly as fast and easier than running. Using those arms. Keeping that slide.

I don't work for anything. That is a problem. Nothing at all. I haven't for a long time. I don't think I ever have of my own accord. Well, climbing mountain maybe. Those were single day things, still. Not much maintained effort. I worked hard nearly everyday at my job, but didn't achieve much. Still proud of it. Maybe laziness was part of quitting. I wouldn't say that with certainty, though. Guess I just didn't need the money anymore. Never really needed it. Well, was never in dire need. Could be learning spanish, or physics, or to write, anything. But don't. Watch video clips and sit and bullshit. Eat out, sleep. Don't do anything. Learning is working at it. I haven't learned much since college. Oh don't know about that. Hmmm. My artistic ambition was stillbirthed. Never even took a breath. Ha, haven't.

Anybody know a good physics textbook?
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Yes! [Nov. 19th, 2008|09:02 pm]
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... and mammoths might once again roam the Siberian steppes.

The same would be technically possible with Neanderthals, whose full genome is expected to be recovered shortly...

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(no subject) [Nov. 11th, 2008|04:31 pm]
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Am not at all happy about applying for a most likely terrible job.
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Polyester chafed as he walked in figure eights [Nov. 10th, 2008|07:19 pm]
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Biked to Mt. Vernon today. And back. It was a beautiful day and very still but it felt to me like the wind was blowing anywhere from 7 to 23 miles per hour, all the time. The cars were zooming by. That was probably the biggest bummer. They make a biker feel like he's going slow when really he's flyin'! Man I covered 44 miles today, I couldn't walk that in less than two days! Whadda bike! Oh, I should go put it in the garage. In the garage alright! Yep got some looks at the college folks at Cornell. They didn't recognize me. I can understand that. That is a very quaint campus. The Cedar River valley didn't have many cedars in it, as far as I could tell. A few, sure, but not a ton. I was only on the road of course, I know.

Took a little side trip (up a TREMENDOUS hill) to the Dow Observatory. It had a few little big telescopes in some buildings. As well as some cement areas to set up your own shit, I presume. It was nestled nicely. Pea gravel road, gravel parking lot, smooth cement sidewalk path to the front door. Should try to skateboard down that hill.

Got flipped off for crossing the road too close in front of a jeep. After I made it to the other side, he had time to honk a long one and flip me off. I don't think he braked much, if any. I bared my teeth at him. It occurred to me a minute or less later that I should have flipped him back, because then I could shake my head vehemently and think "fucking idiot asshole" and thus be on top of the situation. But I was wearing mittens so it would have been quite ineffectual. It would have been a very much more general gesture, if you can imagine.

That last sentence above was the punchline, duh. Let's see. The truckers do this kind thing where they let off the brakelines pressure before they pass me. That's a guess, really. But they somehow make this pressured air release ph-hissing noise, which is not nearly as startling as a car horn, let alone a gesture the kids on the bus make. That was cool. I would pull onto the shoulder when they did that, and not mind at all. It's not their fault the truck is as big as possible and it's a two lane road. It's very kind of them. I'm not too proud to ride in the gravel a bit.

Time flies when you're exerting yourself. I love it. You're doing this thing, and you don't have to think much about it. You can just enjoy being. I fucking hate being tired and worn out but later I'm happy about it. And I wonder if I can be more tired and worn out. I don't wonder, it's a sure thing I can. I remember being so sick of the scenery in Glacier. I will be again too probably. At least the map is nice up there, though. I should take better care of myself but I love treats too much. That's a big problem. I don't want to be fat, or bereft of funds, yet I want to buy that blizzard. That bin of potato oles; it's been a good run of ordering the small, but I really want the large. I especially want that giant soda making the water vapor condense upon it. Oh well. Everybody is living their own adventure and while i know yours is more interesting and worth doing and harder and better i still have to do mine and of course i enjoy it and forget comparisons.
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Cold drizzle blurred his not-quite-oversized glasses [Nov. 7th, 2008|12:50 pm]
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First snowflakes I've seen this winter. Rain and cold are the worst together. Read a bit more of The Way Things Work today at the library. Makes me feel completely inadequate, which is my own fault. Also, though, I'm not sure I really like it. I don't enjoy reading it. The way it's laid out is far inferior, I'd say, to the Castle and Cathedral books. The color doesn't do much for me, and I'd say that the book is less reader friendly in scope. All that stuff in at once? It is too like a text-book. I just want to learn about a friendly little castle. Maybe if the sections were each a book, with more comprehensive exposition. Though the mammoth stuff is quite fun. Maybe I'm just rushing it. Maybe the drawings just aren't all I expected after hearing that NPR guy fawn.
Then a few teacher types decided to sit at the table directly next to me and have a loud, boring, "between-two-professionals" conversation. Pros are rude, though, what do you expect. Then walked into the Wedge downtown to look around. Wow, way too nice. Felt out of place, completely. I don't have a job, when obviously all those people in there do. I thought the wedge was a shitty college pizza place. Not the coffee spot for Richolddudette III Hmm.

Need some gloves and I want the ones at ragstock in the very back that are wool green army surplus. Maybe that's what I'll do, go to the real army surplus store. I do need gloves. not really. gloves that can get dirty. what else am i going to do? i already watched and returned that glacier tape. man turns out this chair is uncomfortable.
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Just as Dad Predicted [Nov. 6th, 2008|10:35 am]
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Found a great skatespot last night. Huge smooth blacktop, an empty parking lot with close to a thousand little plastic parking blocks. They are little triangle things that are very, very low and very easy to bluntslide. You just ride over these things and they give you a nice little pop. The parking lot is up on a hill, overlooking the river and Iowa City; so it's a nice atmosphere too. Well lit, man, it has everything. Got a nollie bash pop over a few of the things, that was fun.

Well no job is a looking good so why rush it?
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