Coyote Trails

[the mingo]

i told her i loved her
as i knew our horses had long since grown wheels
& their bones had become metal tubes -
metal tubes that were hollow
so that you could see through them from one end to the other -
along with welding this has become
the greatest accomplishment
of the human race
to which i owe any love
of life at all

[the mingo]

The last thing to occupy Sheldon's attention just before he stepped on the land mine was toilet paper. He was remembering seeing the empty core in the dispenser that morning and was making a bet with himself that Nell wouldn't place a new roll of toilet paper on the spindle but use what she needed from the new roll then place it on the edge of the bathtub like she always did.
Then BOOM !

[stilltrucking]

log on log off
sometimes
I got nothing
I look
at an empty text box
and I got nothing
so log off

happens a lot on Haiku and GO

power up power down
that's the way we spend our days
in the merry old land of oz

weapons
some noble
some ignoble

[the mingo]

this evening
i ate fish
at a truck stop diner

... with catsup & grey sky

waiting for spring to get in the swing

[stilltrucking]

truck stop in el paso had the UFO special, unidentified fried object
and there was a big sign out front that said "Diesel Fried Chicken"
I ate in a Chinese restaurant in dodge city Kansas where they served white bread with the meal,
rode in sunshine today
no idea what the sky looks like tonight
going to take a look now

five miles today, five miles with a grin on my face remembering my first ride on a two wheeler on back country roads, feel like a kid again when I am riding.
Last week I figured out why you call this Coyote Trails


this evening I am reading this

conversations with jack kerouac
I found it when googling to see if their was any correspondence between Henry Miller and Jack

http://books.google.com/books?id=dnt0zq ... rs&f=false
picture got nothing to with it I just liked it a lot wanted to show it to you

[judih]

a quilt of a man
so many aspects
loop together

[the mingo]

I remember my first ride too - down the road after spending I forget how much time riding in the yard and up and down the driveway learning the balance of it - then the day at the edge of the road anxious - apprehensive - thrilled - simultaneously - up against it & I pushed off - we lived in the middle of a hill, not a big one but nevertheless a hill - with a railroad crossing at the bottom - down the hill I went over the railroad tracks bang bang and - gone... what a feeling! - independent of parents, friends, strangers, under my own power - my body transformed by steel, wheels, & rubber - you and the wind against you or with you didn't matter - the bike made you greater than you were without it - made you free - able to choose direction - gave you motion - gave you speed - gave you joy - like you said "feel like a kid again when I'm riding"
no lie - when we think of chains we usually think of something being chained down or chained up or held somewhere against its will but the chain on a bicycle gives you motion - gives you velocity - gives you distance - gives you free - and now what was a source of discovery & wonder as a child and my first key to an "on the road" world has come back to me with these
words on its lips, "hey sailor, lot of road still out there - wanna ride & kick some can?"

[the mingo]

I forgot - thx for the painting - I don't believe I had seen that one before by him -

[the mingo]

judih - yeah he was all of that for sure -

[the mingo]

Jack - forgot another thing - you're right about the naming of this thread - if any of us could follow a coyote on his hunting rounds we would cover anywhere from 20 to 25 miles in a night and our noses would be in everything - i wanted this thread like that - anywhere, everywhere - noses in everything

[stilltrucking]

marine on temp leave to secrete service to protect Obama, called himself a "bullet catcher"
"the nose knows"™
and
I knows and you knows
“Chi dice donna dice danno,”



Sunday morning went fast
and I am going slow
house full of people
feels like a kibbutz
the little one is back
like sweetness and light
the little princepessa
our sunshine
lordy I feel like cassandra
the next time her father gets stupid drunk

like to see that kid graduate high school, start out in life,
all I got to do is live another 15 years
and if I was born a spartan
I would be left out to die
on the side of the mountain

they were mighty fine women
them ship launchers

listening to a human voice
singing
a woman's voice that rends my heart
love this song, listening to it about five now times in a row

I'm an indisguisable shade of twilight
Any second now I'm gonna turn myself on
In the blue display of the cool cathode ray
I dream a highway back to you.

I dream of highways
Gillian Welch

[the mingo]

gave the song a listen - that was a tough one -

[stilltrucking]

yes I was wondering if it was a sound track from a movie was that still of an old man in a rambler?

what's tough is when I come across a word that interests me and I forgot where I read it
"apercibirse" near as I can tell it means get ready,

son of gun now I remember it was on studio eight something Arcadia posted over in general discussions

HUMAN NATURE.." (Edited by Zweig and Abrams, COMPLETE BOOK IN PDF DOWNLOAD)
http://www.aacounselors.org.ar/adjuntos ... Sombra.pdf

[the mingo]

yeah that's a Rambler for sure but I thought that was an old woman in the seat?

[stilltrucking]

yes, a woman, makes it more poignant it is not a movie clip I don't think.

my normal rounds , morning rounds usually but I am running late today because I am a got dam fool, anyway

found this on a NYTimes head line and liked it because I was/am in a shit storm of emotions these days, sudden revelations and starting over every day

Seeking Truth in a Blizzard of ‘Snowflakes’