STUDIO EIGHT BIKE RACK

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iF THE SPIRIT IS WILLING
LET THE FLESH TAKE A FLYING LEAP AT THE MOON OR BETTER YEt RIDE MY BIKE DOWN TO THE STUDIO EIGHT BIKE RACK

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bike is lonely
I miss her too
been days since I rode

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if you don't think I love you baby look at the hole I am in

I may have to crawl out to my bike but one way or another I got to ride to day
in a dark time the eye begins to see**
only one shaft of sunlight can penetrate the gloom that surrounds me
that's Maybellene
nothing outrun my V8 Trek™
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sung to the tune of Ida Mae
aka Ida Red

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no bike ride today
where did the time go?
into this textbox

I don't need anything,
Except:
Steve Martin in The Jerk
this:
Thermos
Lamp
Bicycle
Computer
Water
Food
Shoes
Underwear
Time
Self Knowledge

we knowers are unknowns
to ourselves
how can we find what we never looked for Ray Nitzke

[MrGuilty]

Too guilty to ride
jacky and his Cartesian nightmares
tell myself
ride after tax season

oh baby if you don't think I love you
look at the hole I am in
oh Maybellene you keep me motorvatin

a pirate looks at 80
what's new schmuck
it's money that maters

[the mingo]

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I need a gun moll

Why Log Truck Drivers Rise Earlier Than Students of Zen

In the high seat,
before-dawn dark,
There is no other life.
I'm Dead (But I Don't Know It)
the end of the road
Times change. The vocabulary of suffering changes. The plurality of human response remains dazzling and baffling.
beta blockers

just like Ragu, its all in there
maybe if I put some code in a reader might find it all
oh well<>thanks for reading it,
this was my day off, feels just like Sunday on a Saturday afternoon
Watched a good movie,
I remember what it is missing in my life, I miss my gun moll.

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laying on the floor in front of floor model radio listening to Inter Sanctum, falling asleep when one of my older brothers wakes me up and puts me to bed. This around 1949 I think. Makes me around nine. Truman was president the Korean war was all the news, this before the Russians had the bomb. We had the big stick, a night stick I suppose I should call it, because was technically not a war. It was a police action. I can imagine a thin blue line of baltimore cops standing at the the 38th parallel twirling their night sticks.

I am 81 today according to the new HMO health tracking app I have on my phone. If tax season don't kill me I am taking a couple of months off. Going to ride Maybellene day and night take off these pounds I have gained. Take five years off my virtual age, or is my metaphysical age. My algorithmic age.

Leaf, the golden leaf
L.S.M.F.T.
dancing with diablo
where is that song by wireman

keep searching studio eight for "Diablo" and can't find it.

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For the past couple million miles I been using the "One more defense"* as a way to rationalize self destruction. This fragile ego of mine, this tenuous grip I have on self awareness is a bubble I float in. Only thing holding body and soul together at this point is surface tension.

So write what I see reflected on the surface. From the top down... As I Was saying/typing — As long is there is one more thing I would rather do than what I am actually doing at the time I can survive. So many gooddam sentence fragments here I am getting lost in the woods if ever a day was made for bike riding this is it warm breeze sunshine, and here I sit doing this spontaneous fingers dancing to neural messages from brain. Ragu, goodam it is ragu, its all in here out of sequence and chronology. sort it out latter.
For the past couple million miles I been using the "One more defense" as rationalizing of my fragile ego. As long is there is one more thing I would rather do than what I am actually doing at the time I am being defensive is something I love more than riding my bike, or typing spontaneous electro-biological signals from brain to fingers.

So I sit here in the gloom, climbing my sorrowful hill(that is page to be)

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Nietzsche argues that he himself is a great philosopher because of his withering assessment of the pious fraud of the entirety of Philosophy which he considered as a retreat from honesty when most necessary, and a cowardly failure to pursue its stated aim to its reasonable end. Nietzsche insists that his suffering is not noble but the expected result of hard inquiry into the deepest recesses of human self-deception, and that by overcoming one's agonies a person achieves more than any relaxation or accommodation to intellectual difficulties or literal threats. He proclaims the ultimate value of everything that has happened to him (including his father's early death and his near-blindness – an example of love of Fate or amor fati). In this regard, the wording of his title was not meant to draw parallels with Jesus, but to suggest a certain kind of contrast. Nietzsche is primarily saying that mythological figure of Jesus actually represents the mistake of failing to see that being a man is enough, that the important task of transcending the all-too-human requires nothing genuinely inhuman or supernatural, nothing inhabiting some inaccessible noumenal realms, nothing beyond the reach of flesh-and-blood humans. Nietzsche's primary point is that to be "a man" alone is to be actually more than "a Christ": his position is that the very idea of "a Christ" is in truth an empty impossibility, that it is nothing more than a dangerous creation of the human imagination.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecce_Homo_(book)

http://www.nietzschesource.org/#eKGWB/EH

Error is not blindness, error is cowardice.

short timer



How much can you know about another human being.?

I feel like I knew him, sometimes I would think about him flying a hearse in Vietnam, sometimes I think about his father James Willingham also a pilot killed during world war two, thinking about how jim stumbled onto Freinds meeting when he was reunited with friends of his father.

Jim on the broken road in his wanderings after he said no to flying anymore bombing missions during the south east Asian war games circa 1972. He sat down by the side of the road and ate his lunch.

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follow the drinking gourd . . .
follow the text
what's next?
sometimes something is better said in a word doc, more direct, quicker to get down spontaneous text, by the time I log in connect to the board, first thought is gone. And all I have left is after thoughts
what was it I came here to write'
did it have anything to do with
richie havens singing follow the drinking gourd?

call this page 3

What is the point of reading someone's opinion of what Nietzsche wrote?
What I think he meant is what matters. Maybe I feel compelled to read those others to fact check what he meant to me. If I got it wrong? A money or your life situation, maybe sometimes you got to do a little pussy footin.

[Diana Moon Glampers]

Sleep sweet deep sleep
no alarm set
sleep till I had enough sleep
I feel like my electric toothbrush
Recharged.

Eating my bagel lox cream-cheese cucumber onion sandwich and watch TV. Charlie Rose Show ™
Thomas Friedman talking makes me want to shave my mustache—what a New York Times pecker head he is. Need I explain?

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ride
no ride?
odorous

[the mingo]

Got in a ride today after fixing ( I hope ) a flat - all winter waited for that ride yesterday jumped on the bike tire went flat 15 minutes later had to walk back to the house and rearrange
my visions on the way -

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these days I never know if I am going to actually ride or not.
I start out intending to ride but one thing or another and it does not happen
But two days out of the week I don't work. Them the ones I can't afford to not ride

Made ten miles today worked up a sweat on the way back
Going was incredible hard to describe the beauty, overcast day cool breeze but not too strong
hardly slowed me down, but coming back was sunny and warmer.

A flat on the rear is a catastrophe for me. Electric bike you know? I got another bike just in case, so as not to miss a chance to ride.

Glad you finally got to make that first ride of the spring

Visions
conversation the running stream of conscious thought— as I am making ready to ride, hook up the battery, load up provisions, connect lights,—its all like I am on auto pilot thinking about what I had just written here. And then I forget everything but the ride

bugs, warm night must have holes in screens, tiny bugs flying crawling on the LCD display
you ever see a painting that made your jaw drop in amazement, mouth agape just staring at it?

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-WnbsktazU