i mean, everyone who's ever had a blog has been negligent at one point or another. it's the same thing as forgetting to write in your journal for a month or three. except a blog is some level of public and some readers may be expectant and consequently disappointed if you don't publish. or they'll just stop checking back and forget about the blog almost entirely. lucky for me, this blog is so random and personal i only expect friends and family to find it (mostly) unconditionally interesting. and so i thank you if you've made it back to this page.
clearly, i still exist and i still form words and tonight they've happened to make their way onto the net again. their purpose though, remains to be seen.
i could talk about how this year has nearly reached its end, with stunning expediency, at least from my point of view. the moon has phased many times, and the rains have begun to make short, moody appearances. on those days i don't water my plants.
the bay area winter will begin its games of wind and rain and fog and cold mixed with sun and clear blue sky. a six-sided die. rolled twice.
my "bad weather" bike is ready. and i remember the time when my "all weather" bike was also my "street" bike, "mountain" bike, and "trick" bike. my singlespeed hardtail with a disc brake. it made the most sense back in new york; a flat, mixed terrain, technical and crowded arena. it crossed bridges quickly, it descended stairs smoothly, it carved around cars sharply, and it threaded through pedestrians deftly.
the bay area has spoiled me with its endless days of rideable weather and encouraged me with its broad community of cylists of every ilk.
i'm at a point where i confuse myself deciding which bike to ride. that is not a complaint, more an acknowledgment of what has become. these material things, changing the way i interact with the environment, allow me to further explore my body and its relationship to this place.
on i go.
