Excitement, Minutiae, and Deadwood

I. shwoo!

II. I sat the other day and noticed that for the duration of the inhale, my heart rate increases slightly. I notice also that after recognizing the increase in rate, it is possible to bring awareness to the lack of balance and smooth the inconsistencies of the heart over both inhale and exhale.

Possible understanding for this most interesting phenomenon: the act of being creates a sensation of anxiety, excitement, anticipation, trepidation... while the act of expiration brings calm. A recommended course of action may be to find a little bit of death in life, a smattering of life in death, in order to encounter each new moment from solid ground with expansive perspective, emptied of fear.

III. Al Swearengen is a king, EB a coward, Bullock a principled hothead, and Saul an even Jew. Alma is beshrewed and Tricksy, an unyielding whore. Natural that the theater comes to town, we needed a jester to fill out the Shakesperean cast, especially given that the dullard got his skull kicked in. The monologues and asides, speaking to ghosts and heads, playing politics that spiral out of control into moral whirlwinds of catastrophic proportion... all grand theater. All curiously sustained in this televised medium, where violence and shock rush in to fill the empathetic gap left in the absence of kinesthetics and physical immediacy. Oh, inverted clauses! We are stimulated despite ourselves. The trickling of language, crystal-clear and refined, sprayed over the dirtiest of man-making, world-building settings.

Man and Machine

THESIS: A mindful, high-mileage relationship with one's bicycle brings a person into more exact synchronicity with space and time, engendering a still, vibrant, and deeply fulfilling experience of reality.

ARGUMENTS:

1. Let us define mindful pedalling as a stroke in which the force between foot and pedal remains equally balanced between left and right through repeated revolutions. The mental and physical focus required to maintain mindful pedalling is extensive, and explodes the mind with the infinite complexities of a simple, one-principle task. For example, you may discover a remarkable lightness of being as the mind trips over the flip point between push (downstroke, extension of the knee joint) and pull (upstroke, flexion of the knee joint), again and again and again.
   
2. The muscles of the legs are toned, making everything better.
   
3. With proper posture, the spine is lengthened and shoulders opened, allowing greater ease of breath and increased lung capacity.
   
4. The bicycle is by and large a silent vehicle, making it suitable for investigative stalking trips, assassination trips, or other general ninja use.
5. All of the muscles of the body are warmed, increasing flow of blood, energy, and fresh air through the channels of the body, inducing a cheery disposition and happier perception of the world.

COUNTER ARGUMENTS:

1. Reckless bicycle riding may lead to death, especially in an urban environment
2. Fucking flat tires.

CONCLUSIONS: Reiterate thesis.

yes! headstands!

blunt trauma to the haunch

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last night upon exiting the meditation workshop perhaps a little more enlightened i discovered the back tire of my bicycle was flat. i had important things to do so I thought not and mounted, after which I rode approximately twenty feet down Parrish St. before my rear wheel kicked out to the left over a patch of ice. i suspended briefly, the movement of the bike frame being very sudden, and the body rotated counterclockwise through both the sagittal and transverse planes, after which the right haunch impacted unceremoniously with road ice coated with perhaps an eigth of an inch of well-mixed road slush. the bottle of bourbon ($23.29) did not break. ask me why i imagined my dainty road bike had transformed into a skidoo while i sat and breathed with my friends and teachers, and i will tell you i don't know. my compatriots were headed to their cars, perhaps a little more enlightened, and they expressed their concern for my person. placing my bike in the snowbank snug against a parking meter and encompassing bike frame, rear wheel, and meter pole with my U-lock, i accepted a ride home with lindsey. we discussed consciousness, vibration, showing up to parties just because you have to, the qualities of a few of our classmates (obliquely), and the buddha.

at lizzie's house we consumed one half of a ginger cake, one orange, 4 generous whiskeys, and two episodes of deadwood in which not overly much happened.

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