Hail Mary

Life doesn’t stop between posts, it just…degrades.

I am out of options, hitting for the fences now. 

I really, really hate mental illness.

Taxes!

It's like getting defiled...with sticks. I forgot how much being a wedded man (oh yeah, I did that too while I was gone) changes your standing with the IRS. "You're married? Well shit! You probably need some of this back then!!" Kinda like your dad handing you two...

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.

Oh My Gods

I know…this won’t be exciting to anyone but the biggest of web design nerds…but it’s some very cool stuff! No longer am I constrained to hacking code or pissing about with pre-configured crap. I can do what I want! Yeah!

Weary of being meat

That’s right. I’m weary of being meat.

Too damn long in a grinder. Too damn long feeling fibers pulverized and made shapeless. Give me grist and I will grind. Feed me bones.

XV950 Bolt Exhaust

This is a post about motorcycles. You have been warned!

I own a 2014 Yamaha Bolt R-Spec, Gray, also known as the XV950. I love this bike. But (always a few of those…) there were things about it I immediately wanted to change; I’ll talk about some of those in future posts. One of the big, “couldn’t happen soon enough” changes was the exhaust.

The recent past…in writing

Hail Mary

Life doesn’t stop between posts, it just…degrades.

I am out of options, hitting for the fences now. 

I really, really hate mental illness.

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2018 Harley Davidson FXBR, Breakout

The Great Motorcycle Hunt of 2018 is over! A couple of weekends ago I bought a 2018 Harley Davidson FXBR, Breakout.

And since this damn blog shares a lot of words about riding, and since Spivey (my 2014 Yamaha Bolt R-Spec) is now in the loving hands of my daughter; you’re going to hear a lot about this 2018 Harley Davidson Breakout.

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Pessimistic Idealism

My dreams are woven from dark fabric; bound in smoke and fire – embellished with tears. Yet, to see such decoration our eyes need light. It is pointless to weave intricate patterns that cannot be seen. There can never be destruction without creation.

Pessimistic pondering must be balanced by Idealism, or the entire dream collapses into depthless nightmare.

So, yes. I am a man with Pessimistic Idealism driving my thoughts. Since nothing is mutually inclusive, these two clashing concepts work in balance to create some future vision. I think they birth Hope…and a fragile Faith.

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The Great Motorcycle Hunt of 2018

The Great Motorcycle Hunt of 2018 Spivey is now in the loving hands of my daughter. He was a faithful steed and I miss him. But I am very happy he is where he is.   Searching... This Spring I will get my next bike. Since I have a habit of researching the...

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Toxicity

Toxicity …is everywhere, and it’s seeping into life — both waking and sleeping. This is what I’m doing about it.

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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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