2016 Riding Season is Here!

My Yamaha Bolt has been in the dark for far too long. Has your own bike suffered from months of hibernation?

It’s time, my friends; Winter is releasing its cold grip on the Northern Hemisphere. Everywhere the dark is receding, the snows are melting, temperamental storms are voicing change and the air is (slowly) getting warmer.

Bones

Tristan’s crawler stopped on a worn ridge with a view of bones. They had been a metropolis, once, before civilization retreated and the weather went mad; though it was the retreat of civilization, more than weather, that had destroyed this particular city. Elemental forces, time–they’d stripped the skin, though Tristan hardly gave it more attention than a convenient waypoint. It’s former status, the ghosts or history it may have held didn’t matter. Warning chimes sounded, reminding her that this was not the best time to stop and that was it. She silenced them with the push of a button that crunched as it ground particulates into finer substance and sat, listening to the sound of her own breath through a respirator.

My Obsession With Motorcycles

Since I abandoned this space in early 2013, another friend of mine rekindled my obsession with motorcycles. It literally took one post on his Book of Face page and less than a month later I had bought one. Let's preface this by saying it had been a long stretch of...

First Draft Done!

That piece I've been working on this week has passed its first draft. It's done. 3,300+ words, good article length. During the review and rewrite process it will probably grow a little bit, but I'm glad that first hurdle is jumped. Now it's off to sit for a few days,...

Circular

Odd how it always begins. And ends. And begins again. I think the linear path our lives follow is interrupted by circles--doughnuts on the highway as we drive on through the events building our being. For me writing is a series of those damn doughnuts. I do it all the...

Begin. Again.

Earlier this year we literally gave away everything we owned and went full-time in our 5th wheel (the Grand Oppression Palace, of GOP). Then, of course, life happened!

The recent past…in writing

Isolation

White Supremacists in the Full-Time RV community have forced me to deactivate my FaceBook account. Old friends are not really speaking to me right now. We have one car, so while Julie’s at work I’m land-bound.

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Remembering Ice and Cold

Remembering Ice and Cold

If I look at measures, I think in winters. Not moons, suns, stars or the ticks on a ruler or those of a clock. I recollect by the numb freeze of fingers and ears. Heavy feet in boots. The rhythmic puff clouds huffed out in blue-grey morning light.

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Living That Mobile Dream

Living That Mobile Dream…

Is now 90% real. A couple of months ago Julie and I made the decision to live fully mobile. We’ve rented our home, bought our 5th wheel (and accompanying truck to pull the damn thing), and started cleaning out most of the things we own.

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The Bus

When the shit hits the fan (which it will, promise), it is so much easier to blame the contractors than it is for employees to take the blame…even if the shit is obviously theirs. So, as a contractor, you get very attuned to the approach of The Bus.
You hear it’s rumble.
You smell it’s exhaust, long before the actual bus appears.

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The Failure of Analytics–Emotional Elections

The Failure of Analytics–Emotional Elections

THAT is why many people are waking up to a stark reality in America, and around the world as President-Elect Trump prepares to stroll into the White House. Emotion, not data, won the day.

Several months ago I stood in the dark parking lot of a closed gas station in small, south-central Utah town, filling a gas tank for that last stretch of a journey. Across the road an eighteen-wheeler pulled to a noisy stop and its driver climbed from the cab. He was proudly wearing a “Donald Trump for President” t-shirt. That moment was the emotional change for me because it created an emotional response in me.

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171.5

171.5
It could have gone (should have gone) much faster, been a cleaner process, but I’m a hired gun; I’m working in a team that is very unfamiliar with one another, and not every piece of our source material was ready–hell, some of it didn’t even exist! But, that’s why I was brought in; I know this stuff from the general to the most technical and I can teach it all, to anyone. This is going to sound terribly arrogant, but I am one of the very few people in the world who can do this type of work, on this scale, in this scope…on a world-wide stage.

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