For quite some time, as those who wander/stumble across this here outpost on the Internet hinterlands have surely guessed, I’ve been wondering: What’s the point of this blog at this point? Varied feints, thrusts, and parries have been employed in search of a metaphorical heart/point to pierce, wild misses and sightless stabs the result. Without… Read More Clyde Tingley and Sabbath Desecration

As you probably know, there are some folks out there diligent, creative, and delightfully obsessed enough to navigate intricately designed routes while toting GPS devices, resulting in what is known as “GPSart.” I am far, far too haphazard and lacking in diligence for anything like that. To put an art hat on what I “do,”… Read More Bike Ride “Readymades”

Remember: NO bicycles on the sidewalk in front of Charley’s Records at the corner of Menaul & Pennsylvania. No “skate boards,” or “skates” either. I don’t remember seeing a bike rack, either, but I might have just missed sighting it. Fabulous bollards, however. Happy Harvest Festival, everybody.

Some of us, particularly those of us sharing a generally misanthropic outlook, tend to denigrate the Albuquerque Bosque Path (and its many varied names such as “Riverside Trail”) due to its popularity. “We” say/think things like: “I don’t like the Path because it’s so great that too many other people use it.” Dummies us, because… Read More The Great Bosque Path at its Greatest

In her novel Wise Blood, Flannery O’Connor antaprotagonist Hazel Motes blinds himself, wraps his torso in barbed-wire, and walks around with pointy rocks in his shoes in attempted atonement for, well, we’re not exactly sure. Hazel has done some bad things, including killing somebody, but most folks wouldn’t go to quite the extreme Mr. Motes… Read More Slow Cycling and Flannery O’Connor