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Places I live/Places I love"I'm going back to New York City. I do believe I've had enough."-- Bob Dylan Where is it at?
My friend Mark and I aggree, part of the Thing of living is to find out where it is going on and get your butt to wherever it is. The perennial question, then, is where is it at? Tough one. I don't know if you ever know when you're in the middle of something. Probably by the time you know you're in the middle of it, things have gotten too commercial and/or out of control. Yet historical perspective makes it undniable that great cultural motions tend to eminate from descrete localized sources. Here are places (I'll eventually link all these out) that have been or are important enough to write about:
My choice of college over travel (as a thing to do after high school) was an ok one, but it's left me with a fair amound of leftover wanderlust. I hope this list will really grow over the years. |
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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