Will the road you are on get you to my place? ...God
I ride past this church sign all the time on the way in to town. Of all of the local church signs, this particular one consistently has the best quips posted. Even if you aren't in to the big J.C. you can usually find the humor or value in just the expression itself. I'd have to say that my favorite one was... If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. That would probably be kind of nice. I don't think anyone else actually has a picture of me anywhere, so if God could hook me up like that I'd really appreciate it. Do you think he knows if the lightbulb goes out when he closes the door?
Earlier in the evening as I was riding along in the quiet of my helmet, I was struggling in the grips of my usual self-absorbed existential meltdown. The days' events unfolded like a newspaper, the phone conversations, the private thoughts, the demons that haunt me all there scrolling across my mind as the miles ticked by and the sun set over my shoulder.
I realized I'm plagued with wondering if I could ever be brave enough to not withhold the truth about my feelings from people. Would it be more kind to unleash my anger because it would be honest or would it be better to trundle on in my disillusioned disappointment?
I don’t know if this road I’m on today will lead me to God or not, but it’s definitely leading me to People-are-Full-of-Shitsville. That's the next town over from You-are-making-me-crazyburg.
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Three Legs of Man
W e d n e s d a y , J u l y 1 6 , 2 0 0 8
On Tuesday night, Kenny and I headed in to NYC to see what was going on at The Ear. Same stuff, different year. Motorcycles, drinks (a $2.50 fountain Diet Pepsi ) and chatting amongst our peers. You always end up meeting someone nice there.
While we were standing around, I saw this sticker proudly placed on someone's helmet:
I don't think I've ever met anyone who has been to the Isle of Man. Lucky bugger. Though I guess luck doesn't have too much to do with it. Planning and a credit card go a long way , I suppose. Tick one more down for the 'To Do' column for me, please.
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In Art There is Truth
W e d n e s d a y , J u l y 1 6 , 2 0 0 8
I though that this was an interesting piece of graffiti that we saw while out for a ride two nights ago.
A person with a rattlecan or a bumpersticker has one shot at telling you something in that fleeting moment that you lay eyes on their handywork. If you stop to think about it, what they choose to tell you in that split second can be pretty interesting. More often than not I bet you don't come away with much but if the sun is setting just right and the planets are aligned, your synapses might just piece together something much bigger than a single world scrawled on the side of a farm truck.
Truth.
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It was a Walk in the Park
T u e s d a y , M a y 2 7 , 2 0 0 8
On Saturday the Fuzzmop family ventured in to NYC to bum around a bit. My daughter wanted to go to the Statue of Liberty. It seems that a bajillion other people all had the same plan. The line for the ferry was about a 4 hour wait. Crazy. So, we decided to skip that line and walk over to the South Street Seaport, where we ultimately hopped aboard the Shark boat to see the Statue.
One of the more interesting things that I'd noticed was that 3/4 of the people milling around Battery Park and the Seaport during this Memorial Day Weekend were non-English speakers whom I assume were visiting from other countries. I guess all the Americans were off visiting Europe.
The shark was fun :) Especially to a 7 year old. Getting soaked in your clothes ranks very high up on the funometer to a kid. Hearing my daughter squeal with delight as we got a face full of that oh-so-brown-and-tasty Hudson River water was worth the price of admission, hands down. CircleLine - Shark
If you look closely below.. i believe that is a crudmop!
I gotta say... I love this country.
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By Request
S u n d a y , A p r i l 6 , 2 0 0 8
Bump Your Ass off, James. Don't say I never gave you anything :)