Bedrock & Paradox

I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.

Lifestyle evaluation

It’s been said before: I drive too much. Four trips to Moab this year, even. Not something I’m prepared to give up, exactly, but things do get you thinkin…


A main goal for our near future in Missoula is bikeability. To school, work, errands, and fun. I’m already thinking of Fred’s PVC pipe ski holder on his bike.

I think most people who maintain blogs are doing it for some of the same reasons I do: they like the idea that there’s a place where a record of their existence is kept — a house with an always-open door where people who are looking for you can check on you, compare notes with you and tell you what they think of you. Sometimes that house is messy, sometimes horrifyingly so. In real life, we wouldn’t invite any passing stranger into these situations, but the remove [sic?] of the Internet makes it seem O.K.

Perhaps. Like so many big, sprawling Times magazine stories, it could probably be less linearly narrative and more parsimonious. It’s also quite nausea-inducing at times, but anyone reading this likely spends a little more time on the ‘net than they would wish, at least occasionally. It is after all the new television.

I have limited ambitions with this blog, myself. The aim hasn’t changed much in 18 months; to write, and then to keep in touch with the wider world of people I see far too infrequently. This group has grown substantially in the last year, and thus my time online has grown and become more precious. This will I imagine become an even stronger reason in the second half of this year, exiled north as I will become.

I should spend less time online, however, and more time where I am. This ties in to the above: more time riding from town and exploring dark corners of maps, less time driving hours to the bright, well known spots. I’ve had an excess of free time in the last year since I’ve gotten very efficient at work. This will not last.

It will be a hard habit to break. In both respects.

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Deleted the Obama post because it was lame. I can only muster so much election fervor these days, even Judy Woodruff looks tired.

DaveC

3 responses to “Lifestyle evaluation”

  1. Ed Avatar
    Ed

    D – I started the same Times article yesterday, got to page two.My blog is just an area to share pictures and a little information with people I know, mostly about biking. I usually don’t get into personal stuff. It’s just fun, and quite convenient for family and friends to check in on Ed.Surfing the net is not a waste of time usually. I’ve learned a LOT. I used to read the NYT’s newspaper cover-to-cover, everyday, would that be considered a waste of time (ok, some would say yes, my conservative friends for example)?All the cycling, GPS and photo knowledge being shared out there, a waste of time?All the stories people have, stories I used to read in books…Nah, there is junk out there but I’m thinking the net is way better and more interactive than t.v. if you choose the right things to view and pay attention to.And I write more than I used to, it’s just not on paper with a pen :-)EdP.S. good one…Main Entry: par·si·mo·ni·ous 1: exhibiting or marked by parsimony; especially : frugal to the point of stinginess2: sparing, restrained

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  2. Dave Avatar
    Dave

    The net is wonderful, but there are times I get lost and wake up with a few regrets. Hell, I still love TV sometimes, there was a PBS doc on Denali NP with footage of wolves hounding a griz off a moose carcass.It’s sloth with which I’m becoming more comfortable. At times.

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    Jonah

    I’ve visited friends in Missoula a few times and it seems like there’s a pretty strong bike commute scene there. One rider stands out in my mind: he had cross-country skis attached vertically to his rear bike rack and a hunting riffle slung over his shoulder – multi-modal transport combined with living off the land – oh, and it was 10 degrees and snowing – pretty sweet!Here’smy friend’s baby blog. I’m sure they’d be happy to meet you and M when you get to town.

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