Blue Machine

The title of my new book project/collective writings...


'Comic sands grazed his eyes. The evening sounded the myriad of conversations as the 'civilized' world hummed and whistled around in broken glasses and neon signs as drunks fumbled for the keys to their easy rides. With caution guided by the invisible things he cruised like a missile torn through the skies of Fallujah on a hot summer night in the midst of an metropolitan uprising...'

-Blue Machine, excerpt Ch ??

This is a work in progress. Unlike some of my other writings, I'm not too concerned about story, plot. This collection could weave in-and-out of the traffic of a novel, but no to be so convoluted and grounded in an actual story. Do I need a story? No. This is a collection of writing based solely around bicycling.

I'm thinking of getting some other folks involved, incorporating some photography or an art project involving an old road bike frame...

More soon.

Thou hast returned from the void of pavement and urban infrastructure! Damn it feels good to be back! Oh hello Cadence Cadenza!

Back on the bike. I spent the last couple of weeks working/hanging around an old house (not Michael Keenan's) making repairs, adding some step-stones in the front yard whilst really getting a taste for what it would be like if I was married and had a house of my own. 'Spiritual Camp 2010' so-to-speak. It was fun to be around my friend J, watching her as she worked on a few projects and participating in house-hold duties.

For those last few weeks in August, I felt completely alive. Something about hangin' out around old houses...man.


I cycled there everyday. Tasty holding true. I managed to bend the front rim ever so slightly while I was running an errand - I was getting burritos for myself and J and managed to nudge the bag (with burritos) between the front fork and rim. I must have bent it (and maybe some spokes) because now the wheel wobbles a hair.

Oh well...

Looking forward to many more nights of cycling bliss...stay tuned.