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Name: John
State: Oklahoma
Birthday: 6/24/1986
Interests: Hunting and fishing.
Singin' the blues.
Road cycling and defeating perineal numbness.
Being all dressed up with nowhere to go.
Engineering science homework!
Getting hopped up on pills.
Becoming a cybernetic organism.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Engineering
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AIM:  OkieBass133
Member Since:
1/28/2004
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| This is how I'm rolling now.
Big_Magnus is where it's at.
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| This week I haven't taken "no crap off of nobody!"
Allow me to explain. . .
On tuesday I was out for a ride with my chums John Adam and Kyle, and we were rolling up on the 4-way stop at Western & McElroy. When I get close to an intersection, it's my habit to move out into the middle of my lane to remind drivers of my presence, and keep from getting clobbered or hidden from other drivers at the intersection. So in this particular instance, John Adam was a bike length or two ahead of me, and Kyle was four or five lengths back, and there was nobody ahead of us at the stop sign. Perfect, ordinarily we'd slow down, and roll right through (assuming no other traffic). Well, some bozo in an Intrepid with tinted-out windows and a Freemasons license plate decides to put the pass on us going up to this stop sign, and he clearly didn't have enough room to do it. He came to the stop sign in the left hand lane next to us, and started moving through the intersection. John Adam was just going to let him on by, so I sprinted past him and rapped on this guy's window. He rolls it down (still in the oncoming lane) and asks me, "Uh. . . did I pass to close or something?" and I kindly reminded him that it was against the law to pass within 100 feet of an interesection. According to him, he didn't know that. I guess Freemasons don't actually have to pass the written driver's exam. F'ing Freemasons.
ON wednesday I was in my 7:30 ProEngineer (computer drafting) lab and one of my group partners was struggling with Excel. In his consternation, he was dropping a lot of GD-bombs, over really minor stuff. I got pretty tired of it, and the next one he tossed out I looked him square in the eye with my favorite I-beat-up-people-for-fun expression and told him, "If you say that one more time we're going to go outside and have a little reckoning over it. You understand me?" I think the look of fear on his face and the fact that he didn't say another foul word for the rest of class meant that he got the picture. I mean, it's not like I was going to hurt the guy or anything, but I can only imagine that's what he thought I meant. | | |
| . . . but the words are always in my mind. It's usually just brief snippets, lines of words with such power (to me at least) that they jar my thoughts. But I never give them any consideration. I never pursue them. They are there and gone again, in only an instant.
I don't know why, but today I got one of those feelings, and decided to try to catch it, and put it down in words. The letters I stroked out on the keyboard don't really do justice what's going on in my mind, but at least I tried. So here goes nothing. . .
All semester I have been running,
With a stifling bag over my head.
Shut out to the world,
I careen ever onward.
Every object I strike in my abyssmal blindness
Rends my flesh open,
And my soul pours out.
As the end draws nigh
And rest is so close I can feel it,
I have struck a wall.
I have fallen to my knees
And I am digging, clawing,
Scratching with animal madness.
My fingers are worn raw,
White bones crying out
In the darkness that envelopes me.
I have a dug a six-foot hole
Into the hard clay of the earth.
I know I can crawl out,
But what will be left of me when I do?
So uh, I don't really know what to think of that, but hey, it's what came out so I'm just gonna go with it. It wasn't an unenjoyable experience, so who knows. . . I might try my hand at a little more of that poem stuff in the future. Probably not. We'll see.
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| Well, I guess today was a pretty decent day. I have been going since 5:00 though, so I am kind of tired. . . thanks a lot, Paula. To really, really sum things up quickly-
- Fixed gear bike- almost done. I don't quite know what do to about pedals yet. For now, it's got the 30-year-old Campy track cages on it, and those would be fine if I had toe clips and straps, but I don't have clips and straps. I am tempted to take the SPD-SL pedals off my other bike and ride those with my road shoes until I get something figured out.
- Job- obtained. I'll be working in an oilfield services shop, doing whatever the mechanics tell me. Probably going to be a lot of painting, and cleaning things, and sweeping the floor. All the dirty, dumb-dumb work. I'm okay with that, the money is pretty good and I'll get a lot of hours.
- Sleep- on the way. Oh yes, it's coming. . .
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| Location |
Date |
Local Time |
Activity |
| OKLAHOMA CITY, OK, US |
04/07/2006 |
12:39 A.M. |
DEPARTURE SCAN |
| OKLAHOMA CITY, OK, US |
04/06/2006 |
6:13 P.M. |
ARRIVAL SCAN |
| HODGKINS, IL, US |
04/05/2006 |
1:09 P.M. |
DEPARTURE SCAN |
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04/05/2006 |
4:03 A.M. |
ARRIVAL SCAN |
| WATERTOWN, MA, US |
04/03/2006 |
10:08 P.M. |
DEPARTURE SCAN |
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04/03/2006 |
9:36 P.M. |
ORIGIN SCAN |
| US |
04/03/2006 |
5:49 P.M. |
BILLING INFORMATION RECEIVED |
It left OKC close to 1:00 last night. It's in Stillwater by now. It's so close I can taste it, I can feel it. Tonight, I should be riding.. Package tracking is a beautiful thing. Thank you UPS. | | |
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