Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Athletic
I live about six miles from where I work, and I ride my bike most days. I ride home on side streets, under a canopy of trees. When I hit the right street and the right mood, I will take my hands off the handlebar, pedal hard, and pretend I am flying.
While this used to be a sort of random collection of thoughts, it evolved into an experiment: can I tell a story that people are interested in? Is it pure conceit to think of myself as a writer? So, there's a thread of entries under the label of "Pretty", which is the working title for my, ahem, book. Of all things. Anyway, you can see the posts organized into chronological order here:
Pretty Chronology
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