Bob Dylan - Shelter From the Storm (Alternate Version)

Bob Dylan ~ Shelter From The Storm

It's early enough that I'll finish this tonight and it's late enough for my thoughts to trail which is imperative in this format that I feel like I must stand by despite my want, at times, to use a more firm punctuation ie. the period, however that disrupts the flow of my intent here, it puts stops and pauses where in running there really aren't any stops or pauses --> there are people who have suffered recently, the losses in life that implicate humanness as the fragile and tenuous tiny organism that it really is and then, when at a moment of total consciousness of the concert between flesh and soul, the birth of a child juxtaposed against the most messy a concert of opposites, of wonderful joy and tremendous sorrow, of swelling with love and absolute aloneness, of hearty laughter and weeping loudly, a concert of opposites of cruelty that one must survive or be swept off as a completely fully devastated human woman (in this case), a point where putting a period and moving on becomes the self spoken tough love--a mantra, but there is no period, even if figurative, being in concert this way commands the vulnerability in each of us and when I saw you the other day I hugged you and started to cry but you had done your makeup and looked as beautiful as ever but I know your body still hurts in ways that no mother could endure especially in retrospect while my boys hurl the cantaloupes, swing the celery and you said that you're making great progress with your recovery and the doctor said that soon you will start running again and I am stunned by your strength, for the positivity in your eyes, and for looking beautiful despite the hurt and I love you for wanting to start running again as soon as possible, your first run in many months and I honor running that much more because of you and because what I've insisted as pretty much only a strong metaphor for life for you will become something that you'll rely on -- and if you'd let me, I would love to join you. Period.

Wookiefoot - Be Fearless and Play

55.4 MPH on a Bicycle. My Bike. Snot Rockets.

I have had trouble lately trying to determine what about riding a bike I'd like to talk most about, I mean certainly we have all seen a variety of riders out there on the street and trails and occasionally some of us seek out the bike and performance that best suits us as individuals, certainly that is conversation I am having lately but it is punctuated by the thought of risk that is greater in this sport than in other sports that I've tried lately, I mean gosh, like the only risk in running is that big blue truck that passes me in the pre dawn hour, I swear the driver has yet to drink his or her fill of coffee because the truck negotiates our teeny road with the finesse that you'd expect from a monster truck...very little finesse, actually quite the opposite of it plus factor in wikked wide turns and a thundering motor-I'd much prefer that Buggatti Veyron ride that at $1.5 promises (prolly willing to guarantee, if you're anal like me) that the handling will be so lovely you'd never know you were travelling 110 mph in a 25 mph-- nonetheless, the opportunity to ascertain its handling is like totally not realistic, but FOCUS, today, on my new Michelin tires, I actually hit a new top speed as measured and tracked by the GPS on board...have I piqued your interest? I hit a new top speed of 55.4 MPH on a bicycle, yes a velocipede version of the Bugatti, at least a version that I am willing to, in all kinds of jest, assert that I am deserving of such comparison--maybe it's my new tires, maybe is due to a lack of fear and winters on the slopes scaring the crap out of myself by skiing some fucking fast bursts that feel nearly transcendental like I've liquified or my skis are liquid or like today my tires felt liquid but I felt very tight and strong and in control of the machine but completely reliant on the performance level that these tires had to give and I was so very happy that I lived and it was incredibly fun to go that fast and I'm trying to reel it in so I quit doing messed up stuff like that because today at work the cook insisted that I can only do that kind of riding so many times before I'll have to pay some kind of price (reciting a story about the dish guy who got hit by a dump truck) and I'm not sure the price, not sure how likely I am to fail, but I am willing to risk something regrettable because if I live my life on the very conservative protective side of what makes me feel the most and what registers somehow with passion in my heart, I will plummet into the icky grey white noisy mundane so give me speed and quick breeze and snot rockets and fast times and cars that pass me kinda slowly and keep me safely on my machine because serious injury is really the only thing that will ultimately brake [break] my heart - My first ever bike race is June 17, 45 miles -