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Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Expounding on Ideas
Sorry, it’s been awhile since I posted. I assure you, I have been writing, I started work on a piece about compromise and it is turning into my master's thesis. I didn’t really want to post it piece by piece and unfortunately I just don’t have much time to expound on the radical ideas (lol) indicated within. I ran into the following quote that really sums up what I’ve been writing about, so instead of boring you to death for many a paragraph, enjoy a few sentences from someone who appears to be much more eloquent than I:
"We live in a time when society and the media and politics is searching for a victory rather than seeking truth. All sides want to prove the other side wrong. Not just wrong, but bad."
-Michael Harrison, publisher of the industry trade journal Talkers
But enough with that craziness, on to other more interesting topics like my lack of focus. It’s been one of those weeks, most of you know me, I’m not super duper positive but honestly it has been my resolution for a long time to do my best to spin that frown the other way. I think this week I’ve spun too far.
It’s a problem of self control, I’m damn lucky I’ve got a week body because I’d surely be some kind of addict by now if my body could handle it. It’s the little things I suppose. I’m really just vamping now, trying to think of something to talk about, and BAM it hits me right in the maw!
As most of you know I’ve been spending the last year making up for lost time on my Stella, her name is Paula, and recently I added a little performance upgrade to the engine in the form of a Malossi 166cc cylinder kit. I was told to go easy on her for the first 100 miles to break in the cylinder and to also check the plug to make sure she has the right air/fuel mixture. So I’m crusin’ along and I get up to 50 mph every now and then letting go of the throttle and dropping down one or two miles per hour, you know taking it easy. Meanwhile of course some ass comes creeping up on my butt. I think about tapping the brakes (which is not good motorcycle safety etiquette) but apparently Paula was one step ahead of me on that.
Engine seizure is what they call it apparently. I never really read up on engine seizure but it’s really quite jarring. Imagine riding in a car that someone else is driving. Now, imagine them slamming on the brakes without providing any forewarning at about 50 mile an hour. Yep, just about like that. Scared the Boy Scout of the Boy Scout leader who was tailgating me, glad the brakes on those SUVs work.
"We live in a time when society and the media and politics is searching for a victory rather than seeking truth. All sides want to prove the other side wrong. Not just wrong, but bad."
-Michael Harrison, publisher of the industry trade journal Talkers
But enough with that craziness, on to other more interesting topics like my lack of focus. It’s been one of those weeks, most of you know me, I’m not super duper positive but honestly it has been my resolution for a long time to do my best to spin that frown the other way. I think this week I’ve spun too far.
It’s a problem of self control, I’m damn lucky I’ve got a week body because I’d surely be some kind of addict by now if my body could handle it. It’s the little things I suppose. I’m really just vamping now, trying to think of something to talk about, and BAM it hits me right in the maw!
As most of you know I’ve been spending the last year making up for lost time on my Stella, her name is Paula, and recently I added a little performance upgrade to the engine in the form of a Malossi 166cc cylinder kit. I was told to go easy on her for the first 100 miles to break in the cylinder and to also check the plug to make sure she has the right air/fuel mixture. So I’m crusin’ along and I get up to 50 mph every now and then letting go of the throttle and dropping down one or two miles per hour, you know taking it easy. Meanwhile of course some ass comes creeping up on my butt. I think about tapping the brakes (which is not good motorcycle safety etiquette) but apparently Paula was one step ahead of me on that.
Engine seizure is what they call it apparently. I never really read up on engine seizure but it’s really quite jarring. Imagine riding in a car that someone else is driving. Now, imagine them slamming on the brakes without providing any forewarning at about 50 mile an hour. Yep, just about like that. Scared the Boy Scout of the Boy Scout leader who was tailgating me, glad the brakes on those SUVs work.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Without Practice
It’s like this: when I’m not inspired, don’t try to get me to write anything. You’ve probably noticed if you read this frequently, which you don’t, that my posts are quite infrequent. For instance, the last few days I’ve actually been nervous because I didn’t have and update and I really thought I’d been doing well on updates. I think the reason for this is that I have to be really inspired to put words down, if I’m not and I don’t feel what I do is going to be quality I won’t do it at all. This is something I need to get past, because good or bad, without practice, I’ll never get better.
Spaceman Jones arose from his space chamber. The clamber of the engines had ceased. The only meaning, they had landed.
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