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Art..."We have artists with no scientific knowledge and scientists with no artistic knowledge and both with no spiritual sense of gravity at all, and the result is not just bad, it's ghastly!"-- Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance I am an artist!
My old friend Robin's stepfather Wayne (cool guy: very "out there") had that written on the back of his backpack. I remember that way back from the age of 16 or whenever it was. Seemed like such a dangerous statement to make, tantamount to writing "I'm a poor bastard!" or "I'm pretentious!" on your pack. Nevertheless, I used that as the title of a college enterance essay less than two years later. I got in, but I didn't go to that school (emmerson college). Instead I went to New York University to labor at the prestegious Tisch School of the Arts. Namedrop, namedrop, blah blah blah. I studied there for 3 and 1/2 years wth early graduation because of AP credits. I'm a smarty-pants. The upshot? Well, among other things I have a BFA in Drama and the balls to call myself an artist at last. I've gradually stopped flintching at that word, although I'll admit it still makes me nervous. Here you can find my thoughts on the arts as well as stuff I've done.
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Trips
8/02/03
Big Wheels in Berkeley
I scored a set of west-coast wheels today at the Ashby BART station flea market. It's a very tall schwinn road bike, black, deceptively heavy but smooth-riding. Thirty-five dollars to boot. I oiled and cleaned the works, dialed in the bakes and took it out for a shake-down cruise immediately. Nice riding on a beautiful saturday, realizing how out of shape I am as I wheezed my way though the hilly area behind the Berkeley campus.
After about an hour I started to get the swing of it. Made some minor mechanical adjustments (including a free wheel truing at the bike collective on Shattuck), drank a few liters of water and started finding my groove, cruising up and around and ending up with a beautiful view of the whole bay. The roads here are not kind to the speed inclined -- too many stop signs and crosswalks and lights -- but it was good to get out and proj for a while. This changes my summer dramatically.
Filthy Lucre