Bicyclists’ “Blackbox”

Wow! Great article with an amazing outcome (apart from the cowardly driver who left the scene). http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/10/23/biking-cameras-_n_6029950.html I was struck 08-20-2009 by a motorist. A Blackbox camera would’ve been a great forensic resource. As it turned out, the guy who hit me stuck around but had embarrassingly meager automobile insurance, so it was my ownContinue reading “Bicyclists’ “Blackbox””

Beloved of God. Ruby Shod.

There was a post come from the Celestial City, with matter of great importance . . . . A one time copy center manager, he’d been asked by a neighbor to print invitations to a special, multi-decades-marking natal celebration. “Why not?” he thought. “Just 25 color prints. A small favor, really.” Plus, it would giveContinue reading “Beloved of God. Ruby Shod.”

Occupationally Therapeutic Oatmeal

I’m makin’ ooaaatmeal. I’m makin’ ooaaatmeal. Upon a stooovetop. Upon a stooovetop. Don’t touch the red part. Don’t touch the red part. That thing’ll burn you. That thing’ll burn you. Steelcut, not rollled. Steelcut, not rollled. Stir periooo . . . . . . Dicaaally Stir periooo . . . . . . Dicaaally That’sContinue reading “Occupationally Therapeutic Oatmeal”

Passing This Along . . . Peleton Magazine on Twitter: Sick Skills, Indeed

Watch and marvel. You can understand how I might be a tad envious. PRO skils.#ParisTours via @reddit pic.twitter.com/qcFSgMICR4 — peloton® (@pelotonmagazine) October 16, 2014 To my velo-buddies: Ride rejoicingly (new word?), eyes wide open, head on a swivel (thanks, Coach Shepherd). And wear your helmets!

Three Equal Parts – Redux

Missing my sister, Dianne Irving on the anniversary of her birth. The eldest of Three Equal Parts. https://wheeledwords.wordpress.com/2013/12/22/three-equal-parts-september-2008/. See her on the move . . . http://youtu.be/l-wzir01WtI.

Believe Me, Kanye. They’d’ve Stood if They Could.

Mr. West, you cry “Hold!” in self-defense against those who are taking offense at remarks you made at and about two seated concert fans (well, perhaps former fans). As you know by now, they were wheelchair-bound for reasons neither you nor I need to know.  Microphone in hand, in the spotlight, basking in the glowContinue reading “Believe Me, Kanye. They’d’ve Stood if They Could.”

God in the Checkbook, or Quicken’s Silver Lining

May, 2010 — Since my accident, now nine months on, I’ve noticed quite a few times that I lose track of time. I’m not talking about clock time. I’m talking about calendar time. The month. The date. The year. The day. I suppose it could be because I spent quite a few weeks away fromContinue reading “God in the Checkbook, or Quicken’s Silver Lining”